Ace Special Forces in Movies and TV Shows

Chapter 0112: The Glory That Must Be Protected with One's Life

Night still shrouded the earth, a time when all things should be silent, yet a disheveled team was running through the mountains. From the moment they took their first step, they were filled with an overwhelming exhaustion, making their run both sorrowful and infuriating.

They left their old unit with great enthusiasm, arriving here with the expectation of an infinitely awesome future. Little did they know that what awaited them here was not to make them awesome, but to strip them of all their dignity and to ruthlessly exploit all their strength.

The long forced march didn't stifle their speech, so cursing became an outlet for the elites' frustration.

Yuan Lang's car sped past Tuo Yonggang, its engine barely audible. Tuo Yonggang, in a fit of rage, cursed, "Go ahead and impound it! Impound it to hell! He has the nerve to talk about strict generals and strict soldiers? What kind of strict general would be driving and listening to music at a time like this?"

Dragged along by Zheng Yingqi, Wu Zhe gasped for breath, saying, "I've led troops before, and I'm ruthless, but I also know the importance of leading by example—these guys here are just psychologically twisted… Brothers, don't despair when you encounter these kinds of people, just tough it out, tough it out until the end and then report them! I refuse to believe the entire Old A unit is completely rotten!"

This was the thought that sustained Wu Zhe. If it weren't for this belief, he would have already chosen to lie down on the ground and let the two field ambulances following him carry him.

Zheng Yingqi said, "Enduring is victory."

"43, I really admire you. You were targeted by that devil so much, and you still managed to hold on—39, you keep telling me to keep a calm mind, keep a calm mind, but I think you've put all that calm mind into 43 now!" Tuo Yonggang admired Zheng Yingqi to no end. If he were the one being targeted by that devil, he would have fought back long ago.

"If we don't keep a calm mind, we would have lost all our points long ago—we fought our way in, and we have to see this path through to the end, even if it costs us our lives," Zheng Yingqi shouted, and then seemed to have used up all his energy.

Wu Zhe had been curious about the "interest" Zheng Yingqi mentioned, so he took the opportunity to ask, "43, can you tell me what kind of interest you're talking about?" He was genuinely curious about what kind of "interest" would allow Zheng Yingqi to endure Yuan Lang's torment.

"Aren't you worried about getting points deducted?" Zheng Yingqi asked Wu Zhe. Wu Zhe looked at Yuan Lang's retreating figure in the car ahead and shook his head, saying, "I can accept getting points deducted just to satisfy my curiosity!"

"But I'm scared." Zheng Yingqi smiled awkwardly.

Zheng Yingqi understood the purpose of the point deduction system: to create tension and keep everyone on high alert. With various reasons for the point deductions, the later the game went, the more tense everyone would become because of the scores, and the truly stronger individuals would gradually emerge.

At the same time, the better the performance, the more "attention" Yuan Lang will pay, and he will not let anyone's score be far ahead - this is in line with the original intention of constantly "pressuring".

Zheng Yingqi understood that his future path was still difficult, and of course he didn't want to make things harder for himself.

"Boring..."

Wu Zhe, panting, gritted his teeth and followed.

As dawn broke, it also enveloped this army, which was full of anger but also exhausted. This place was already deserted, and several hours of running had completely depleted the energy of many of them.

A hapless man suddenly tripped and fell to the side of the road while running. The medics in the field ambulance following behind jumped off the moving vehicle and carried him into the stopped ambulance.

This seemed to be a signal—within a span of less than ten minutes, two soldiers had fallen down in this manner.

Tuo Yonggang and Wu Zhe were being dragged along by backpack ropes, pulled in turns by Zheng Yingqi, Cheng Cai, and Xu Sanduo. Seeing this, Tuo Yonggang nudged Wu Zhe.

"I don't think I can hold on much longer... I can just lie down on the ground and rest for a bit..."

"Lie down... get in the ambulance, so the devil won't get points deducted."

"Together?" Tuo Yonggang invited Wu Zhe, but Wu Zhe refused. Then, gritting his teeth, he went up to invite Zheng Yingqi and the other two, but no one was willing to lie down. Tuo Yonggang smiled bitterly, "Then I'm too ashamed to go."

"Run! Run until you die, then I'll crawl back to being a paratrooper!"

Tuo Yonggang shouted, feeling ashamed of his earlier thoughts.

It's been five or six hours now. No one knows how far they've run, but everyone knows they're on the verge of collapse. A lot of the time, their conversations aren't for the sake of conversation, but just rambling on and on to try and stay awake.

Sometimes, giving up is a very difficult thing—no one wants to leave in such a sorry state after just one week, and no one wants to be the first to leave. Whether it's ridiculous stubbornness or a pitiful sense of honor, these are the reasons that make them even more resilient.

Wu Zhe didn't know what was going on. While running, he suddenly pushed Tuo Yonggang aside, squatted down by the roadside and started vomiting. It looked like he was about to vomit bile. Seeing this, Zheng Yingqi and the others quickly gathered around.

Yuan Lang, who happened to be passing by, told the driver to stop the car, stuck his head out, and shouted, "Don't pretend to be taking care of the wounded to slack off!"

The group was trying to block out some of Yuan Lang's sarcastic remarks and remained silent.

But Yuan Lang objected, saying to Qi Huan, "Next time we recruit soldiers, stop clinging to old soldiers and old units! From now on, recruit directly from the local areas—I reckon even if we just recruit a few ordinary people, they won't turn out like this, right?"

"Walk!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhe wiped his mouth and roared. No one wanted to accept such humiliation, even if they were criticized to the point of being completely torn apart. They could endure it, but they did not want, were unwilling, and dared not let their glorious old unit be humiliated!

That honor is not just theirs, but like the various honors of the Seventh Steel Company, it belongs to the 1104 martyrs who sacrificed their lives, and to all five thousand members.

The deliberately uttered words angered everyone. Some yelled, some cursed, but the most unified reaction was that everyone sped up their pace. The student lying on the roadside pushed away the person who was helping him up and started running again for his life.

The medics who were providing first aid quickly ran back to start their vehicle. A trainee who was receiving an IV drip in the truck saw himself being abandoned, pulled out the needle, jumped out of the truck, and ran away, leaving behind an empty truck and the bewildered medics.

"Chase them! Chase them quickly! How could they let two-legged creatures outrun us?"

In the final twelve kilometers, thanks to the stimulation of that one sentence, no one fell behind.

The mountain wind howled at the summit, and the swaying team looked as if they were about to be blown away by the wind, but they persevered and fought against the wind, just as they were fighting against Yuan Lang.

Zheng Yingqi felt like his bones were about to fall apart. Looking back at the road he had run, he couldn't believe that after being drained of his energy for a week, he had actually completed a 50-kilometer forced march.

"Human potential... is indeed limitless... but this way of unleashing potential is so hateful."

He looked at Yuan Lang not far away and thought to himself, "Ever since Yuan Lang showed contempt for everyone's old unit, this devil has completely lost the hearts of the people."