Enlisting for the second time, starting from the strongest

Chapter 309: One Kilometer in Three Minutes
"First place in thirty-three minutes. It doesn't sound too difficult."

Wang Chen said to himself.

An armed ten-kilometer run takes thirty-three minutes, which translates to a one-kilometer run of three minutes and eighteen seconds.

It can be said that there is no concept, but if converted into three kilometers for ordinary soldiers, it would be nine minutes and fifty-four seconds.

Ninety-eight percent of the people in the army cannot achieve this achievement even with their bare hands.

What's more, you have to carry more than fifty kilograms of weight and maintain this speed without slowing down.

Those who can sprint ten kilometers like this are the best among the best.

"Huh? From what you say, you are very confident."

Team Yan blinked and said.

Wang Chen seemed to be in good physical condition. During the physical training together, I had never seen him show a tired expression.

Wang Chen's voice was not loud, but people around him could still hear it.

"Wang Chen, this man is Xue Feng from the 76th Group Army. It seems that he won the gold medal in the Ten-Kilometer Armed Attack last year."

The first place in the first group has crossed the line! The results were immediately reported over the intercom.

"What do these people eat? Thirty-three minutes and fifty-five seconds, thirty-three minutes. This speed is a bit exaggerated."

Xuefeng's lieutenant said a little unhappy.

It doesn't matter, he won't be able to hold on for long anyway. The first batch of running team members on the field is nearing the end, and they still have to finish the last lap.

A lieutenant standing next to Wang Chen couldn't help but snorted.

"Okay, just don't be blown away by me then."

Team Yan smacked his lips. This result was the same as that of Lieutenant Xuefeng who came first last year, which was thirty-three minutes and fifty-five seconds.

Wang Chen disagreed.

"The mouth is on me, and I can say whatever I please."

"Thirty-three minutes and fifty-five seconds!"

Wang Chen glanced at the lieutenant who was speaking. He had an armband on his shoulder with the word "Xue Feng" on it.

"You haven't even competed yet, and you claim to be the winner? Isn't it too crazy?"

"He won the gold medal? It's okay. Things have changed and he won't get it this year."

Wang Chen saw the camouflage uniform of the person crossing the line that was different from theirs, and also had an eagle pattern painted on the armband.

"It's a Falcon Commando guy"

"Who are you?"

After thinking that Wang Chen was actually a sniper, Team Yan could already think that Wang Chen was probably too strong in terms of physical fitness.

Team Yan on the side reminded.

"It's not bad. Winning first place shouldn't be a problem."

"Second place is thirty-three minutes and fifty-nine seconds!"

"Third place: thirty-four minutes and two seconds!"

……

As the reporter finished reporting the results of the top 20, those who crossed the finish line at the back no longer specifically shouted on the intercom.

There were more than twenty people in the first batch. Basically, there was no chance of getting into the top ten, so there was no need to report.

The speed of the entire first batch of assessment members was very even, and even later, several team members could cross the line at the same time.

The time for the last person to cross the line was thirty-six minutes and fifty seconds.

It was only three minutes behind the first place.

It can be seen that no one who can come to participate in the entire army competition is a vegetarian.

"The second batch of runners enters the track!"

The commander's voice came, and the second batch of soldiers in the preparation area stepped onto the runway one by one.

"Old Wang, come on and run! My running of thirty-four and a half minutes is already my limit. Are these people all monsters?" Qian Ze, who was in the first batch, patted Wang Chen in the crowd and sighed.

I originally thought that since I was already very good at running, it would be no problem to make it into the top ten in the entire army, but I didn’t expect that I didn’t even make it into the top ten in the first batch.

We can only place our hopes on Wang Chen.

"Don't worry, I won't lose."

Wang Chen smiled and nodded.

Wang Chen was still a little nervous about this kind of competition involving the entire People's Liberation Army.

But it was only limited to a little bit, and when I stood on the starting line, this little bit of tension disappeared.

"Are you all ready?"

"If anyone feels unwell, you can call a report. The ambulance will be ready nearby."

"Remember, if you feel unwell, leave the game immediately. Don't hold on!"

The referee of the competition was a major. Just these two sentences he said showed that he must have seen many people who couldn't finish but still ran hard.

Especially in this kind of big competition, these warriors value glory more than their lives.

Even if your legs are broken, you have to climb to the end.

Seeing the second batch of soldiers staring into the distance, the major stopped talking.

He just looked silently in the direction of the podium, as if waiting for orders.

"Okay, everyone is on your place!"

"preparation!"

The referee raised the pistol in his hand and suddenly pulled the trigger into the air.

Accompanied by a "bang" gunshot.

Wang Chen was like an arrow that was shot away, rushing to the front.

The speed is so fast that it can't be described as sprinting at full speed.

Other runners who also started the race were stunned. Wang Chen was too fast. How could anyone sprint with all their strength from the beginning when they were running for ten kilometers?
"What are you doing? You want to disrupt my breathing rhythm?"

Xuefeng's lieutenant looked at Wang Chen's figure gradually moving away from him and snorted coldly.

Is this kid's trick still used in official competitions?
It's no use to him.

By sprinting at the beginning, isn't it because you want to distance yourself in advance, and then make him panic and further affect his mentality?
Too naive. As a former long-distance runner, he knew that rhythm and breathing were the most important.

Just ignore him and adjust your own pace.

Thinking of this, the lieutenant stabilized his speed.

Run forward at a steady pace according to your own unique rhythm.

Wang Chen quickly finished the lap, maintaining a speed of almost three minutes per kilometer.

It's not fast, but it's more stable.

"Come on, Lao Wang! You can do it, Lao Wang!!!"

"Team King! Run hard! We must come back with a gold medal!"

On the outside of the track were the previous group of members of the Donghai Feilong team. They were all clinging to the fence, cheering Wang Chen on as he was running.

"This second place seems to be a little behind our team. The gap is almost two hundred meters."

"Xue Feng, the previous champion, can't do it either."

Lao Zhu complained carelessly.

Completely ignoring the murderous eyes of Xuefeng's special forces soldiers around him.

"No, isn't this guy tired? Can he still rush?"

The lieutenant felt a little depressed and his breath was slightly disturbed.

He had completed two laps, a full four kilometers, but he found that he was getting further and further away from Wang Chen. With the naked eye, he could only see a blurry shadow.

I'm afraid it's not even close to 500 meters, right?
(End of this chapter)