Chapter 515: They've come back, all of them have come back

Hurry up, start running, don't be like a bunch of women!

Huang Honghui held a loudspeaker, appeared at the front intersection, and glanced over at Lu Yang's side.

The flag-bearer ahead, Ding Tengfei, was already unhappy, and with all the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion personnel in front of him, how could he tolerate it?

Seeing him raise the flag and summon all his strength to chase forward, the people behind also hurried to speed up and keep up.

Seeing this, Lu Yang frowned; the camps of the 2nd and 3rd Brigades aren't even adjacent, and the chance of running into each other during field training is slim, so how did they suddenly collide?

Hurry, hurry, we've fallen behind them!

Lu Yang stopped thinking further, simply urging everyone to speed up.

During field drills, when the two teams meet, they naturally compete covertly.

Moreover, it's the Sea Night Tiger squad they've had grudges with before.

But that bunch obviously just finished warming up—none of them have even broken a sweat.

On our side, we've already run ten kilometers and done several sets of physical training, everyone drenched in sweat, our condition clearly a notch lower.

Even so, they couldn't possibly admit defeat easily and lose.

But due to the condition gap, even with all-out effort they couldn't catch up; the flag remained behind them by about ten meters.

Huang Honghui also seized the moment, shouting at his people: "Come on, let's sing a song, liven up the atmosphere—who wants to start?"

I'll do it!

In the Night Tiger squad, a platoon leader raised his voice to start.

First-year little dumpling... ready, sing!

First-year little dumpling, one punch, one high jump!

Second-year little shrimp, when trouble comes, dodge backward!

Third-year little melon, he chases but can't catch up!

The lyrics were extremely mocking, making the already angry crowd even angrier.

But now, none of them dare to speak up lightly, because their stamina is drained; retorting might just exhaust them completely.

Kang Changyi spat out national essence, turning to Lu Yang: "Instructor, we may lose the person but not the formation; morale can't be lost!"

Guo Yongwen: "Right, we can't let them overshadow us—let's sing too!"

Lu Yang asked: "Do you still have the energy to sing?"

Yes!

Still tired?

Not tired!

Then let loose your voice and roar! Kong Long, you've got a loud voice—you start!

Kong Long twisted his neck, pinched his chin, and bellowed with a hoarse voice: "One two three four five, we've waited so hard! Ready, go......!"

One two three four five, we've waited so hard!

One two three four five six seven, we're waiting anxiously!

Night Tiger: "If you're told to sing, just sing—no fidgeting, no dawdling, you're acting like a little girl!"

Kong Long glared with bull's eyes: "Damn it, he called us women—you're the women! If you've got the guts, take off your undershorts and compare!"

Wanbaoshan: "Change the song, drown them out!"

Guo Yongwen: "This is a war without smoke—we must not only outrun them, but also outsing them!"

We hadn't decided what to sing yet, when the Night Tiger side exerted effort again, all turning back and pointing their little fingers at us.

The east wind blows, the war drums beat—our Night Tiger fears no one!

Who's a hero, who's a tough guy—let's see on the drill field!

A loud voice isn't strength; only singing with vigor makes you king!

Huang Honghui looked at the group of soldiers behind him, their faces flushed red, and left a mocking back view: "Too weak, boring—I'm not playing with them anymore, it's like playing house; everyone, sprint forward, let them eat our dust!"

Yes!

The next second, the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion's squad suddenly surged in speed, quickly pulling ahead of those behind.

No matter how hard our team strove to chase, even if they exerted every ounce of strength, they couldn't catch up.

Only then did they readily realize what level this team was at; even at peak condition, they'd have to give it their all.

Moreover, at this moment, after being scolded they'd run an extra ten kilometers and done several more sets of training, their bodies nearly emptied.

Even so, watching that distant squad kick up dust and swagger away, everyone still felt resentment, anger, and humiliation.

In stamina they were left far behind; even if the other side took shortcuts, it was a blatant slap in the face.

People kept slowing down; Kong Long and Wanbaoshan's group were the first to get a side stitch and couldn't run.

The rest were Liu Ziqiang, Sun Chen, Zhou Kaidong, Chen Panpan and others from the Iron Foot, still gritting their teeth and doggedly pursuing.

At the very front, flag-bearer Ding Tengfei's teeth were about to shatter; even though he pursued at sprint speed, the gap only kept widening.

As the elite unit of the 2nd Brigade, the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion's soldiers have Soldier King-level stamina; plus, their predecessor was the Army Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company, so they perfectly inherited the light infantry's extraordinary endurance and staying power.

Under these circumstances, it's not simply a matter of "wanting to catch a breath" to be able to catch up.

Ding Tengfei felt a faint pain below his right rib—a sign of a side stitch.

His speed began to slow, his steps grew unsteady, yet he still refused to yield.

Because their flag must be ahead of the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion's flag!

Smack!

Lu Yang came up from behind, took the flag from his hand, patted his shoulder: "That's enough, you've done great—go rest by the road."

Ding Tengfei staggered forward two steps, leaning on the tree trunk and vomited: "Brother Yang, catch up to them, give them a little... color to see... vomit!"

It's a must!

Lu Yang vigorously shook the empty flag in his hand, but he always felt something was missing on the flag surface.

It is the title, it is the design, it is that aura which makes other troops retreat upon seeing it.

These require accumulating victory after victory, forging them with merit after merit.

The past glory and splendor of the great number no longer exist; thus we begin now, training the number from scratch!

Even if the flag bears only the plain two characters "one battalion," it can still unite spirits and remains the team's symbol.

"Iron Foot!"

"Here!"

"Let me see if your basic skills are still there! Those with strength, follow me in a sprint forward!"

At Lu Yang's command, he instantly turned into a bolt of lightning, carrying the flag and chasing ahead in a flash.

Zhou Kaidong, Liu Ziqiang, Sun Chen, Chen Panpan, and LiMin—these Iron Foot soldiers—seemed to have regained their former confidence and composure, excitedly following behind.

At a nearby intersection, Ma Qing'an rode his fiery red Ducati, his eyes glistening: "They're back, all of them are back!"

Pan Yuan sat in the back seat, also moved to tears: "The soul of the Sixth Company has returned!"

He anxiously patted Ma Qing'an's back: "Hurry, catch up and see if Lu Yang and the others can overtake them!"

Ma Qing'an twisted the throttle, confidently saying: "Do we even need to ask? He must be able—he's practically a human Ducati!"