BXBX NOVEL Chapter 53 - 53: The Military Camp Has a Deep Trap!
Wu Jianfeng noticed the reactions of the recruits, and his smile widened. “I low about this? We won’t do the morning run today. Instead, you can take a walk on the track and stretch your muscles.”
“Hmm?”
As he spoke, many recruits in the line widened their eyes. It was indeed good news. They wouldn’t have to endure the run anymore.
What other news could make recruits with sore muscles feel better? Surely they would be dismissed and allowed to go back to sleep, right?
Of course, if they dared to entertain that thought, they knew it was impossible.
“In addition, there’s no need to go out for training this morning. Your respective class monitorswill provide further instructions,’1 the captain added with a smile, continuing the good news.
“Company Commander, you’re too awesome!” one recruit, whose wild nature hadn’t been completely tamed, couldn’t help but blurt out.
Fortunately, it was a compliment, so the captain couldn’t really scold him. He responded with a smile, “Although you’re stating the obvious, remember to maintain discipline. If you want to tell me how awesome 1 am, give me prior notice.”
“Yes, sir!”
In the formation, one recruit blushed slightly, but when he saw that the captain didn’t reprimand him and his squad leader had no reaction, he gained some courage and stood at attention to respond.
“Alright, you may proceed!” the captain said with a smile and a wave.
At that moment, among the recruits, only Wang Ye felt a bit helpless. His muscles weren’t sore, and he really wanted to run the three kilometers. After all, he was only at level one in that skill.
However, given the current situation, he definitely wouldn’t jump out and say, “1 won’t leave. 1’11 run.11 That would probably earn him death stares from the other recruits.
Soon, the duty veteran stood up, and as they lined up and turned around, their mouths twitched.
Walking was a challenge, with their sore and stiff muscles. They couldn’t bend their legs properly while walking.
Fortunately, the veteran squad leaders didn’t demand too much from them this morning.
They soon arrived ar the physical training ground’s track.
“Alright, let’s walk. And while walking, swing your arms too. It’ll help with your recovery.’1
“And for those of you who are feeling fine, you can go for a run. Three kilometers. If you don’t feel any pain, don’t stay in the group and be a hindrance!”
The words from the class monitor, standing before them, stunned Wang Ye.
What a turn of events!
He had thought he wouldn’t be able to gain any more experience points because they didn’t have to run the three kilometers. Yet now, they were being asked to run again.
Of course, in rhe eyes of the recruits with sore muscles, this was merely a joke.
However, those who had no issues didn’t hesitate.
It was just three kilometers, and their muscles weren’t sore. They had a solid foundation and exercised regularly.
So they ran, and once one person ran, others followed suit.
In the end, the situation shifted in a direction that some recruits didn’t expect.
Originally, the agreement was to take a leisurely walk and do some light exercise. But now, the recruits with sore muscles were running too.
They felt compelled to run.
Wang Ye looked at his squad leader beside him, then at the recruits who were also sore but were running one by one. If he didn’t keep up, would he still be considered a man?
“Why the hell are they running?” Wan Baojiang, who had been running alongside Wang Ye, turned his head and saw the recruits behind them running. He couldn’t help but express his surprise.
“Haha, maybe they’ve gone mad,” a recruit from another squad who was running nearby chuckled.
Wang Ye smiled and said, “Who cares? Let’s focus on our own run. Let’s not let them catch up. Let’s see how many of them can keep up.”
In fact, Wang Ye finally understood.
It was a trick.
The captain had made it seem like walking would be enough. But now, they were being provoked to the point where they voluntarily chose to run.
Wang Ye could only sigh internally.
Fourteen to fifteen minutes later, Wang Ye s group finished running the three kilometers.
“Come, follow me. Let’s go get something!” Wu Jianfeng appeared at the right time. With those words, Wang Ye and the others followed him.
Not far away, in a room on the first floor of the dormitory building, army green mats were piled up in a corner.
There seemed to be more than twenty of them.
Wu Jianfeng, with his hands behind his back, gave the order. Wang Ye and the others swiftly took the mats, with those in front grabbing two each and those behind taking one. It was quickly done.
No one questioned why they were taking the mats. The company commander held a position of authority, and compared to a squad leader, he naturally had a greater influence on the recruits.
“Put them over here!” Wu Jianfeng gestured for everyone to place the mats on the inner side of the track.
Then, he looked at the track and called out, “Hey, two of you over here!”
On the running track, the group of recruits with sore muscles hadn’t yet completed the painful three kilometers.
Naturally, Wu Jianfeng wasn’t calling the new recruits but rather the veteran squad leaders who were running alongside them.
After a while, the two veteran squad leaders left the group.
One of them was Ye Sanshi, and the other was a familiar face to Wang Ye and the others.
The class monitor of Class 7, who had appeared during Deng 1 lai’s outburst yesterday and even tried to recruit Wang Ye to his class.
“Haha! I’m here, I’m here! Who’s going first?” The Class 7 monitor ran swiftly and laughed before reaching them.
Ye Sanshi, with a smile on his tanned face, stood beside him,
“I have a bad feeling about this,” Liang Fan, one of the recruits from Class 5, whispered and stepped back, seeking refuge behind Wang Ye and Wan Baojiang.
Wang Ye glanced at him, feeling a bit helpless. Why was he hiding behind them? If something went wrong, did he really think he could escape?
“Alright, help the new recruits. I’ll go freshen up first,’1 the company commander said with a smile before leaving.
This situation left a dozen or so recruits feeling a bit uneasy.
What was this about helping them?
Looking at the expressions of those two class monitors just now, the way they ran over, their smiles, and the words of the Class 8 monitor…
It was as if a lifelong bachelor had suddenly rushed towards a village of widows.
The “help11 mentioned by the company commander was definitely not a good thing.