This feat is definitely textbook material, and will give soldiers material to study for years to co!
The ping pong balls in the basin were also arranged by him one by one within a few seconds.
"Good!"
"1 minute, 33 seconds and 72!"
The referee hollered, and Director Xu hurriedly embraced the record to take a look.
After looking, he was about to shout excitedly but then felt sothing was off and turned to an officer beside him, asking:
"Little Liu, what’s the national record for this?"
"This event was created last year! The only records to check are the Corps Martial Arts Competition from a few whole corps last year, and the Grand Martial Arts Competition! The fastest ti was 1 minute and 36 seconds 17!"
Director Xu imdiately lifted his head, squinted his eyes and did the math, then spoke loudly, "Boss Wu, it’s broken! The national record! Shattered by 2 seconds...45!"
This...
The expressions of the leadership beca complicated.
The national record, broken by 2 seconds and 45?
Each and every task is a tough one!
Boss Wu couldn’t help walking up to Director Xu and looked at the brigade record written in his notebook.
His face twitched.
The whole corps record, 1 minute and 44 seconds 3.
Little Xu was pretty smart, good thing he didn’t shout.
Last year, this tower-climbing event was set up with only eight floors, attracting very few participants. The best result from the whole corps was a full 8 seconds slower than his.
seconds and more...
Without showing his feelings, Boss Wu took the pen lying on his notebook and quickly stroked over the "1 minute and 44 seconds 3," leaving behind a black mark.
Embarrassing.
Fang Huai had already been joyously slapped on the back by Secretary General Hao.
"Haha, not bad, competent!"
Fang Huai smiled.
This breaching skill, he hadn’t practiced much in his previous life. It was usually the few non-commissioned officers from the squadron with good physical skills and abilities who trained in it, and he wasn’t too confident about it. Originally, he was prepared to spend military rit values to break through.
As a result, after just a couple of practices, he discovered that this event was extrely favorable for him.
His neural response speed was a cut above the ordinary, and when it ca to tactile sense, focusing intently, his touch was exceptionally detailed.
This was the neural reward he got from quitting smoking in the new recruit group. Because of this, he used to worry it might lead to premature ejaculation.
Usually, it benefited him greatly.
However, the benefits were all concentrated in reaction speed, many firefighting events occurred during rapid movent, hardly providing a chance to finely experience tactile sense.
But with this event, there was.
When cutting the steel wire and clamping the beer bottle, he could clearly feel the montary loss of resistance when the wire snapped and the subtle tilt when the bottle was firmly clamped.
Moreover, his reaction was incredibly fast, allowing him to seize that instant to stop his hand.
Others would cut diagonally, wearing down the steel wire with ti for the sake of success rate. But he dared to cut straight on and nailed it accurately.
This emboldened him, and after adapting over and over, it led to today’s terrifying performance.
Talent-based skills are very hard to practice, and that is also why he was full of confidence in this event.
The surrounding leaders were marvelling.
Boss Wu quietly took note of these leaders’ nas.
Next ti they visited firefighting, he couldn’t let them see this event again.
This speed, even he found it to be too exaggerated.
This ti, these leaders had been thoroughly spoiled.
It’s an event praised by leaders from other industries. What if next ti during any event he lets them watch soone else’s performance and they say it’s too slow? What then?
He can’t always bring Little Fang over to perform, can he?
Colonel Liu from the active duty office now had a face full of anticipation and couldn’t help but think of the toughest event, asking:
"Little Fang, when is the Ironman competition demonstration?"
He was convinced.
Completely convinced.
He didn’t say "competition," he said "demonstration."
Just like a teacher during a class talks about a "demonstration."
Fang Huai turned around, a bead of sweat on his face glead in the rising sun, yet he wore a resolute smile.
"Reporting! Next event! A 10-minute break, and then we can start!"
Colonel Liu nodded with a smile, "Good, I look forward to it!"
Hearing this, Boss Wu didn’t even want to dissuade him.
Looking at his proud and confident deanor, this young fellow’s chest seed to be bursting with certainty.
The leaders around them also began to inquire about what the following event was.
Boss Wu and General Luo began to explain to everyone.
"This event was devised by the Liaoning Brigade."
"Oh."
"It contains four sub-events, a firefighting obstacle course, where you have to perform a high-intensity iron striking and breaching, striking 50 tis up and down, carrying a 32-pound bucket over a ground net, then returning, carrying a 120-pound dummy back and forth, and flipping over a three-ter wall."
"Oh... this is so complicated."
"And there’s more, the firefighting comprehensive drill requires hanging two ladders, carrying a foam bucket to the third floor, pulling hoses, laying them out along the staircase—it’s very complex. Just for this one sub-item, you need around ten referees for the checkpoints."
"My goodness, the soldiers are working so hard."
Boss Wu smiled.
"This is just half of it. There’s also laying and disassembling hoses, putting on the full combat uniform and swinging open two hoses to connect and lay them out, running back and forth for 200 ters, carrying the hose and running to the finish line, and then you reach the fourth challenge: load-bearing climbing to the tenth floor, wearing 60 pounds of gear, charging up to the tenth floor.
It’s not just a huge amount of physical and skill effort, but the entire drill has up to twenty items that could deduct points. To be honest, I can’t even rember all the details.
The tis for these four events are quite close. After finishing them consecutively, the tis are added up for the final score."
The leadership was inwardly twitching upon hearing this.
If all aspects are tested in just one event, why bother with the others?
But no one asked, and nobody had the answer.
If those bastards from the Liaoning Brigade who invented this drill were to answer, they’d probably say with a smile, "Because it’s exhilarating."
As the leadership remained in shock, ten minutes wasn’t particularly long. Fang Huai shook out his hands and feet, felt his body just starting to relax, and it was ti.
Director Xu gave him a look, and he nodded in acknowledgnt, then walked to the starting line.
At this mont, hundreds of eyes on the field were watching him.
In fact, they had been watching all along, but most of them were clueless spectators. The small maneuvers at the high platforms and beside the tower were not visible to the majority.
But this drill was different. It was universally acknowledged as the most brutal, and except for the load-bearing climbing section, everything else was carried out in the center of the playground. The movents were big and unobstructed, with all the best viewing spots surrounding the four competition points on the playground.
"Places please!"
"Co on!" soone shouted unexpectedly.
"Fang Huai, you can do it!"
"Co on! Go for it!"
The shouts rose from every side.
The referees around the area were very considerate, not letting anyone else onstage, giving everyone ti to observe.
The whole competition ca to a halt.
Fang Huai’s starter referee was so distracted by the cheering that he had to pause before raising the starting pistol and shouting:
"Quiet!"
Boss Wu stood with his hands behind his back, turned around, and swept his gaze around. When the noise died down, he turned back to continue watching Fang Huai.
But he didn’t order the competition to continue.
The drill, including changing clothes, would take at most ten minutes to complete. Letting them see the difference was also a good way to inspire everyone.
Everyone saw that Boss Wu had not spoken, so they boldly moved closer to watch.
The referee finally raised the starting pistol again and shouted loudly:
"Places please!"
Fang Huai took a deep breath, exhaled, and tensed his whole body.
"Ready..."
"Go!"
Fang Huai took off in a quick dash, grabbed the sledgehamr five ters away, and began to hamr furiously.
Dang dang dang.
With his feet planted next to the pounding box, he made use of all the inertia he could, his upper body swinging with the hamr.
With each strike, it resonated in everyone’s hearts.
Only those who had practiced could appreciate the feeling of their entire being breathing in unison with Fang Huai.
It was damn uncomfortable, as if their waists were trembling.
Fang Huai also felt agitated inside. His hands tingled from the heavy hamr; although he counted clearly to 50, why hadn’t the referee called out?
He hamred another round.
Finally.
"Fifty tis, successful."
The referee’s voice rang out, and Fang Huai imdiately threw the hamr to the ground, turned, and dashed forward, lifting the bucket, running.
But behind him, there ca a "hiss" of intaken breath.
That hamr just now... had it hit the referee’s foot?
It didn’t matter, hitting the referee didn’t cost points.
Carrying a petrol can over the brazier really exhausted him, especially his back.
"Huff... huff..."
Fang Huai couldn’t help but pant heavily.
Dummy, lifted, dropped.
"Huff... ha... ha..."
Under a full-force sprint, his back was soaked with sweat.
Fang Huai couldn’t bother adjusting his breathing, his focus was on charging forward!
Finally, he reached the last three-ter board obstacle. Everyone said it was the last barrier—if you made it up in one go, you got over it; if you didn’t, you never would.
Fang Huai pulled the rope, sprinted!
At the last second, Fang Huai leaped into the air and saw the sunlight.
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