Chapter 105: Everyone’s Going All Out
The Division Grand Competition does not restrict competitors’ competition projects, giving competitors more choices, while also indirectly increasing the competition’s difficulty.
The Artillery Regiment, Helicopter Squadron, Tank Regiment, and 701 Armored Infantry Regiment, which lost the first project competition, all selected their strongest team members to participate in the 3 kilometer sprint, determined to regain the initiative in this project.
Meanwhile, the Division Reconnaissance Battalion, which won the first project, has always been strong in the Division Grand Competition and seems dissatisfied with tying with the Seventh Hundred and Second Regiment.
They also mobilized their elites to prove their absolute strength in the second project.
The competitors taking the field with each regiment’s determination to win had their morale stimulated to the peak, with hot blood surging wildly through their veins.
From the spirit, energy, and mind they displayed, as well as their condition, it was clear their results would exceed the usual.
Extraordinary performance would become the norm in this competition.
“Our opponents look like they’re ready to eat people, with such fierce expressions—one would think it’s a competition if they knew, but otherwise they’d think we’re going to fight.”
Standing at the starting point with a bunch of competitors, Xie Chong felt great psychological pressure and tried to relieve it by joking.
“No need to be afraid—in front of our Seventh Hundred and Second Regiment, these enemies are all paper tigers that tear apart easily. Ultimate victory belongs only to us—screw them!”
Chen Jun cheered himself on and the team, extending his fist and shouting loudly.
“Screw them!”
Xie Chong and Wu Liu Yi got it instantly, bumping fists while shouting with grit.
“Aren’t you coming?”
Chen Jun actively invited the three competitors from the second team—at this moment, everyone was from the same regiment, with enemies being only the other competitors outside the Seventh Hundred and Second Regiment.
“Good, let’s do it together.”
Ba Te Er called over the two competitors from Team 2 to complete the first six-fist bump with Chen Jun.
“Kill!!!”
Chen Jun roared, and the others followed with shouts: “Kill! Kill! Kill!”
With these sky-piercing kill cries, there was no more first team or second team—only comrades struggling for the Seventh Hundred and Second Regiment’s honor, striving for that arduous egg-breaking action.
Other competitors saw the Seventh Hundred and Second Regiment making a racket, looking like they were set to take the 3 kilometers.
Some sneered, some watched coldly.
Others were utterly disdainful.
These competitors on the field were no pushovers, each with absolute confidence in their strength, and all knew the Seventh Hundred and Second Regiment’s “trash historical strength.”
Almost all believed the Seventh Hundred and Second Regiment’s previous win was pure luck from ancestral graves smoking green.
Shooting at the target does involve some luck factor.
Losing to a regiment that won by luck in the competition made these competitors feel extremely humiliated, so they were all harboring fire inside, determined to reclaim their face in this one.
At the starting point, the competitors were full of gunpowder atmosphere, and the spectator seats on the sidelines were equally tense.
Originally, only Regiment Commander Yang from the 701 Regiment was sitting with Regiment Commander Wang watching the competition, the two eyeing each other—this competition concerned both their faces.
If the Seventh Hundred and Second Regiment kept winning, the cold sneers about luck-based wins would collapse.
Regiment Commander Wang could straighten his back and start his show-off performance.
But if the Seventh Hundred and Second Regiment lost this one, the consequences would be very serious, equivalent to confirming they were a luck regiment, with all sorts of cold words and mocking voices unstoppable.
Regiment Commander Yang, who had been mocked plenty in the previous round, was now full of pent-up fire and words, just waiting for the competition to end to counterattack.
Whether the stubborn-tempered Regiment Commander Wang could hold up, or if he would break down.
That was really hard to say!
On the grandstand, the Division Commander, Political Commissar, and others, who should have focused on the strong Reconnaissance Battalion, had their discussion core unexpectedly all about the Seventh Hundred and Second Regiment.
Curious if the Seventh Hundred and Second Regiment could create a miracle, and whether they could take another individual first place.
The spotlight had all been stolen by the Seventh Hundred and Second Regiment, which made the Reconnaissance Battalion Commander, accustomed to being the focus, feel a bit displeased, sensing offense.
He couldn’t help but cast his gaze toward Regiment Commander Wang, eyes rolling as he thought something unknown.
In this rare atmosphere, the competition finally began.
“Get ready~~”
The referee held the starting pistol high overhead.
The twelve teams, in the regiment competition style, stood in parallel columns at the starting point, bodies unable to make starting motions, waiting for the starting pistol shot.
A few seconds later.
“Bang~”
The gunshot rang out.
Normal long-distance running starts relatively slow, that slow shuffle forward, not rushing to grab position, to conserve energy for the later sprint.
But in the army, the place that values honor most, a group of competitors stimulated to chicken blood levels made the starting scene completely different.
The instant the starting pistol fired, all competitors from the twelve teams charged out.
Though not a 100-meter sprint, their speed was already big strides like shooting stars, each like arrows off the string rushing forward.
From the very start, they fought for the front positions, completely ignoring whether they could hold up later.
This start was obviously unscientific.
But in the army where honor is life, having learned to rather die than lose honor, they were prepared to run to death if needed to charge.
Who cared about conserving energy—just charge forward howling.
Especially the Division Reconnaissance Battalion with special recruitment quotas, surely having recruited from sports schools and such, their two teams obviously had expert guidance.
Their six people rushed to the front right away, forming a dominant lead group.
Firmly controlling the front positions, they even started tactics.
When Chen Jun’s group ran 3 kilometers in the regiment, it was 5 kilometers out and back, but here it was circling the large parade ground.
The Division Reconnaissance Battalion’s six locking the first group created huge space for tactics.
Not only breaking wind for teammates, but also blocking opponents’ positions.
As long as they skillfully held the inner lanes, later competitors had no way to overtake from inside, forced to go around on the outer lanes.
The farther out the lane, the longer the distance run, making overtaking even harder.
And the two teams from the Division Reconnaissance Battalion with dedicated guidance deliberately blocked the inner three lanes, making overtaking even more difficult.
Other regiments’ competitors were each using their own tactics and routines, like crossing the sea with their own magic.
None could be underestimated, no slacking.
The two teams from the Seventh Hundred and Second Regiment also had tactics, but seeing opponents howling and charging from the start, Chen Jun and Ba Te Er couldn’t help frowning.
Especially seeing the Division Reconnaissance Battalion playing dirty, even “road blocking” up front, they felt something bad.
Tactics and routines could improve results, but also severely limit opponents’ performance, affecting their results—especially in “group combat,” even the strong could be suppressed unable to turn over.
And not running at their own rhythm, being led by the nose by others, the longer it dragged on, the more trouble.
“Looks like we can only go all out!”
Chen Jun didn’t want to be boiled frog in warm water—he still wanted Wu Liu Yi to keep breaking records and get the promotion to officer ticket, so he decided to counterattack immediately.
