Chapter 439 - 356 On the Road?_2

It’s indeed pretty brutal, and it hurts quite a bit.

Dead heavy.

Damn, lifting this thing still hurts my foot a bit.

Just from this one lift, those who were carrying the log just now all felt a bit of awe.

What martial arts competition champion, what runner-up, those are all about challenging one’s body, but lifting this log is about absolute strength. Just this one time, you can tell how much raw power someone has in their entire body.

Fang Huai lifted the log straightforwardly, his strength in his hands and waist is undeniable.

When it comes to absolute strength, it’s the "who’s the real man" show, and some of the physically fit guys who saw this were itching to try.

Fang Huai shouldered the heavy end; Kui Li at the other end couldn’t lift it, and as the log was about to slide off, it became even heavier.

Kui Li was also planning to lift it to give Fang Huai’s waist a break, but unexpectedly, it was Kui Li who needed to dodge, cursing inwardly. With the same fierce effort, he hoisted the log up onto his shoulder and began to loudly explain:

"The logs are all around 300 jin! They’re a bit dry now, might be less than 300 jin, but that will change soon! Three movements, switching shoulders, thirty per set! Sit-ups, a hundred per set! Squats, forty per set! Number 1, switch shoulders quickly, since you want to challenge me, keep up with the pace! I’ll call the cadence, start!"

Fang Huai firmly believed that tough men don’t speak much; as soon as his hands found the right angle, he secured his grip on the log and started switching shoulders.

"One!" Kui Li shouted loudly.

The huge log, about four meters long and thirty-five centimeters in diameter, was raised high above their heads.

"Two!"

Switching shoulders.

Decisive and powerful.

"One, two!"

"One, two!"

They moved swiftly, about every three to four seconds they would switch shoulders, and soon, they’d done over a dozen repetitions.

The other guys watching felt quite pressured.

Such a big item, even in People’s Armed Police training, would require four people per group. They comprised a group of three people, which was passable, since they were all tough guys picked out of a hundred, but these two guys were a pair.

In fact, there were some in the team who were still not convinced and immediately started to look for trustworthy and strong buddies to stand up for themselves.

For two people, even if the height isn’t compatible it doesn’t make much difference. But for three people, the shortest one can save a lot of effort.

"Yue Yunhui! Let’s do it in pairs too!"

"Alright!"

Hu Peizhou and the burly bobcat of about 170 cm height didn’t stop anyone from finding partners, they just arranged for people to get a number sticker attached to the chest of their camouflage uniforms. Then, they started urging:

"Everyone, start training! Switching shoulders, log squats! Sit-ups, five sets for each exercise! Fast, fast, fast!"

Hu Peizhou’s voice came out with a shout.

His manner was such that all that was missing was him firing an 81 rifle into the sky.

The training began with great intensity.

"One, two!"

"One, two!"

Very soon, the scene was bustling like a raging fire.

The best thing about training elite soldiers is that you don’t need to count. Almost no one would cheat by doing a few less reps, because that would earn the disdain of their training mates.

As everyone started to train, the hoses were also brought over.

There were no fire trucks, but there were hydrants.

The Fire Brigade never lacked water, even the oldest of brigades was no exception.

"Ssshh...!"

A stream of water burst forth.

It’s not raining, but soaking people directly, as the two instructors carrying hoses and water guns, with the pressure turned up quite high, occasionally drenched someone.

"Acting tough, aren’t you? Pairing up in twos? Get up!"

"Pick up the pace, don’t dilly-dally. Whoever’s the slowest gets the water gun!"

Hu Peizhou, hands behind his back, began a motivational speech, his voice resonating and overpowering everyone:

"Starting today, for 45 days, you’ll have no names, just the numbers on your chests! You are no longer firefighters! Whatever type of soldier I tell you to be, that’s what you are!

I see many of you are interested in the training content here, so I’ll tell you! The plan for the next forty-five days was for five days of adaptation training, then, it’s training on the move!

Complete, thorough training on the move!

The distance we’re going to cover isn’t just tens or hundreds of kilometers, but over a thousand kilometers!

Day and night, you will march, combining travel with training!

So, you need time to adapt!

However, now due to your indiscreet inquiries, the adaptation time has been reduced from five days to three days! In three days, you will set off!

Anyone who wants to quit, report to me now. If you report halfway, we can only drop you off at the nearest town, and you’ll have to take a bus back to your whole corps!

Now, tell me, is there anyone who wants to quit?"

In the courtyard, for a moment, all that remained was the sound of water.

Many people stopped in their tracks.

The word ’training march’ is somewhat unfamiliar to firefighters.

But they’ve often used their own legs to measure the pedestrian path near the Squadron, encircling the city.

Carrying an empty call, at a normal pace, ten kilometers in one hour leaves you gasping; more than twenty kilometers in two hours leaves you breathless, to the point where even a cold shower feels hot.

Continuous training for a week, and the menisci cry out in pain.

Rhabdomyolysis... not quite, as everyone who’s made it into this courtyard is accustomed to high-intensity training.

But training march involves carrying loads, right?

Even Fang Huai was somewhat astonished; he anticipated the training would be harsh, but even having heard of training marches, he never imagined it would be this harsh.

Thousands of kilometers! Are you trying to turn us from the red door to the Red Army?

Damn, the longest training march I’ve ever heard of was only over four hundred kilometers, what are you trying to provoke?

Are the thoughts of abandoned firefighters always this wild?

If there was a WeChat step count for this, wouldn’t my friends think I’ve tied my cell phone to a fan when they look at WeChat Sports?

But, as much as everyone curses like crazy inside, no one has failed to realize just how much "over a thousand" really is.

"I’ll ask again, now, is there anyone who wants to quit?"

Hu Peizhou’s loud shout snapped everyone out of their inner complaints.

For a moment, no one dared to respond.

It was too crazy.

"I’m willing to go!"

The first voice came from an unbelievable place.

That voice was at the location where they had just assembled.

Yin Wen, who was about to be expelled from the training class, had been standing there all along.

Faced with the even harder-to-accept result of "expulsion," Yin Wen became the first to accept this crazy plan.

Hu Peizhou, however, turned to glance back and waved dismissively:

"You don’t qualify."

Yin Wen shouted defiantly, "I’ve participated in training marches before, I’m willing to lead! No, I’ll take the rear! If I fall behind, kick me back!"

In training marches, the soldier at the rear faces the most pressure, typically the position of the deputy squad leader, ensuring no one falls behind. It’s common to help those in physical distress by aiding and sharing some of their load.

At these words, Kui Li, who was behind Fang Huai, laughed.

"Got some guts."

Hearing this, others had a thought flash through their minds.

What the hell makes me worse than him?

"I’m willing to go!"

"I’m willing too! I’ll never quit, even if it kills me!"

"Damn it, let’s die then, what’s there to be scared of!"

All of a sudden, various accents from the Southwest were heard, even more heroic than on the day of the Chongqing wildfire.

Seeing this scene, Hu Peizhou seemed to reflect on something, but he didn’t refuse Yin Wen again. Instead, he addressed everyone, "Good! You only have three days to adapt, I hope you all cherish it! Continue training!"

This spurred everyone on even more.

"One, two!"

"One, two!"

Fang Huai also revealed a hint of a relieved smile.

Alright, at least the Guizhou Brigade’s lost face has been recovered.

Thinking this, his body filled with energy, he turned back and smiled at Kui Li, "Why the stop? Elder Deng, carry on!"

"Damn?!"