Special Forces: At the beginning, An Ran pulled him to get his certificate.

Kang Lei was completely annoyed!

Of course he knew that Chen Jun took off his military uniform and broke into the gray area to hunt down the enemy, but what was this? He has not forgotten his mission as a soldier!

The enemies are coming, killing your comrades, preparing to take your life, and rob the country of important resources... As a soldier stationed there, do you still have to hold a farewell party for them?

If Kang Lei had been present at that time, he would have done what Chen Jun did.

Apart from blowing air conditioners in the office, what else can those pickets do?

Lao Hei knew Kang Lei's temper and said, "Chief, it's better to be more prepared."

Kang Lei snorted coldly and said: "Take advantage of my soldiers, let them try!"

At this moment, Chen Jun continued to rush forward, and it was already 30 laps. Calculated according to a 400-meter lap, it was already 12 kilometers.

In the past, the limit of training for troops was 10 kilometers. After all, they are not special forces, so the training intensity is much different.

By this time, most of the members of the Fourth Company of Sharpshooters had been thrown away, with only a dozen or so still persisting, including Wang Yanbing and He Chenguang.

Lao Hei naturally knew Chen Jun's previous performance in the recruit camp, and stared at Chen Jun with very shocked eyes.

Chen Jun ran lightly, as if his heels were not touching the ground.

"What the hell is this a ghost?"

He noticed that Chen Jun's complexion was a little redder and his breathing was still very steady. It didn't look like the state of someone who had run 30 laps.

"Can the environment really change that much in such a short period of time? Running at such a speed, but with such great endurance, a tough guy!"

Lao Hei felt like he was in a dream.

After a while, Lao Hei said to Gong Jian, "Pinch me."

Gong Jian didn't respond, his eyes were slightly narrowed with complicated expressions.

When the number of laps reached 40, only a few people could persist, and the others were already lying on the ground and could no longer run.

"45 laps!" Gong Jian muttered in a low voice.

If Gong Jian remembers correctly, during the recruit assessment, Chen Jun only ran 10 laps before lying on the ground unable to move.

It's still so easy after 45 laps now. This improvement is a bit... exaggerated. Even if I take stimulants, it won't have such an effect.

At this time, Wang Yanbing and He Chenguang were sweating profusely. They wished they could take out their lungs and breathe. The tight-fitting vests they were wearing were already soaked through. The sweat kept pouring out like spring water. Every time they took a step forward, they walked from The sweat falling from my body was like rain.

Wang Yanbing felt that his legs were not his own. They were extremely heavy and felt like they were sticking to the ground. His breathing continued to get heavier. Every time he took a breath, his lungs were burning.

He looked at the figure in front of him and said with a cracked mouth: "A paralyzed person can still run. Is this guy a donkey? Even the donkeys in the Zhou Dynasty dare not run like this."

"This bastard is playing ball. You can't lose. You can't lose. You have to run forward even if you die. You can't lose to him."

The situation of He Chenguang and Wang Yanbing are similar, but he started practicing martial arts at the age of 8 and has been training hard for ten years. His foundation is much stronger than Wang Yanbing, so he feels slightly better.

Time passed little by little, and only the last three figures were left on the scene. Chen Jun was still running in front, followed by He Chenguang, and finally Wang Yanbing.

"50 laps, 20 kilometers, is already the training standard for special forces." Gong Jian said.

thump!

Wang Yanbing's legs went weak as he was cursing, and he fell limply to the ground, turning into a ball of mud.

He is so hard!

It wasn't that he wasn't strong enough. He had already broken his best score, but he still lost.

"I'm not willing to give in, I'm not willing to give in..."

"A complete defeat, lost to a pig farmer!"

Now, there was only a single seedling like He Chenguang chasing Chen Jun on the field.

When Wang Yanbing lay down, He Chenguang felt that he was about to die, and his body was holding on purely by willpower.

He, like Lao Hei and Gong Jian, couldn't figure it out.

What's going on with this kid? Are you still human?

Before the run started, he had already done ten rounds by himself. Now after 50 laps, he still looked like nothing was wrong. It was like a ghost!

"This guy is possessed!"

After He Chenguang persisted for the last three laps, he fell to the ground as gloriously as Wang Yanbing.

At this point, all the soldiers of the Fourth Company of Sharpshooters fell down.

Lao Hei shouted loudly: "I'll go, you are really pests. All the fourth company of sharpshooters have been wiped out. Gong Jian, how did you become an instructor?"

Gong Jian had a black line protruding from his forehead and cursed: "What the hell does it have to do with me? He's cheating. Let's see how long he can last. If he has the ability, he can break the entire army's record."

In fact, Chen Jun is no longer relaxed now and has reached his limit.

Da da da……

Sweat like raindrops formed an obvious water mark on the ground as Chen Jun ran across it.

His steps were no longer as graceful as before and began to become heavier.

People around him could feel that Chen Jun had reached his limit.

Chen Jun's legs have lost all feeling. They feel like stepping on sand when he steps on the ground. They are soft and may fall down at any time.

Because of the lack of oxygen, Chen Jun's lungs felt like they were torn every time he breathed. The stinging feeling made him very painful. It was this pain that kept his consciousness a little bit awake.

Chen Jun's physical fitness is stronger than that of He Chenguang and others, so when the limit is reached, the maladaptive reaction will be even more violent.

The expression on his face began to become distorted.

People around him noticed the twisted expression on Chen Jun's face and knew that he had reached his limit.

"Stop, stop, if you keep running like this, you will die!"

"Stop running, you've already won!"

Everyone was staring at Chen Jun.

At this moment, their hearts were moved and they had an indescribable feeling.

It was an inexplicable feeling.

They no longer care whether they are being slapped in the face or not, or whether the other party is causing trouble.

Now, everyone hopes that Chen Jun will stop and stop holding on with his own life.

When the human body is in its ultimate state, relying on willpower to support the body in running is overdrafting. Once overdrafted, people will die.

Suddenly, everyone saw Chen Jun's legs bent and his body leaning towards the ground.

"Is he about to fall down?" Gong Jian secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This kid's body was too overdrawn. If he didn't fall down, his life would be in danger.

"But it's a bit of a pity. If he had persisted for 5 more laps, he would have broken the 60-lap record. It is really a pity."

At this time, when Gong Jian breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a trace of regret.

"what!"

But at the next moment, Gong Jian's pupils suddenly opened wide, and his eyeballs were so round that they seemed to be protruding.