Rotting Land: Survive

Chapter 594 - 583: Devil Training (Part 2)

Old Xu said these words, and he definitely wasn't joking. In fact, he had already drawn up this training plan before the incident yesterday.

However, due to recent events and the team often being out on missions, it had never been executed.

And now, after yesterday's incident, he realized that training for personnel was at a critical juncture.

Wen Quanxin was dumbfounded. A moment ago, he was joking and laughing, but now he had no intention to continue at all.

Although he wasn't sure what kind of training plan Old Xu would implement, from the usual military channel introductions, he had some understanding of the army's regular training subjects.

Things like a 5-kilometer weighted run, crawling forward, climbing over obstacles, etc. Just thinking about it made Wen Quanxin break out in a sweat.

No, no, I definitely can't undergo training under Old Xu. Wen Quanxin, thinking of retreating, rolled his eyes and came up with an idea, hesitantly saying, "Ah, Old Xu, I'm afraid I can't participate in this training."

'Why not?'

"You know Hu Ge has arranged archery practice with me, and if I join yours, then over there with Hu Ge..."

Old Xu raised his hand and straightforwardly replied, "You don't have to worry about that. I've already discussed it with Little Hu. The Archery Team's training can be done in the evenings or afternoons. During the day, we mainly focus on physical training."

After speaking, Wen Quanxin still wanted to argue, but Xu Renjie's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he immediately shouted a commanding order: "Attention everyone, stand at attention!"

Old Xu's tone was indisputable, and the previously prepared to speak Wen Quanxin instinctively straightened his legs and body.

This is the aura, the inherent aura of a soldier. In daily interactions, you might not notice it, and the survivors all felt Old Xu was like a simple and honest big brother, amiable and even somewhat dull.

But as soon as he returns to the role of a soldier, the unique dignity and pride ingrained in his bones will immediately make you feel like he is a different person.

"Starting tomorrow, assemble at 6 a.m. every day. I hope everyone can be punctual. If anyone is late, they must do 20 push-ups for every minute they're late! Remember, always be someone who can control time."

Before the crowd could react, Old Xu promptly issued another command:

"Everyone! Right turn! Frog jump out of the room!"

"What the heck! Are you serious? Frog jump?"

The crowd looked at each other, and Wang Qiang couldn't even remember the last time he did such a childish action.

Although he was extremely reluctant, seeing Old Xu's stern square face, he obediently closed his mouth, honestly following the group, hopping like a frog with ridiculous and childish movements.

The group, with extremely awkward postures, hopped like frogs into the courtyard. But before they could catch their breath, Old Xu immediately ordered them to line up.

If the previous item was just an appetizer, the following one was truly going to make Wang Qiang and the others drink a whole pot.

"Push-ups, 100 each, 20 per set, 1-minute rest between sets, start!"

This time, not only Wang Qiang but even Wang Zhongyu and Wu Chao, who were indifferent at first, couldn't stay calm.

Are you kidding? Push-ups, and 100 at that? With their daily life mostly being at the office, back and forth with no time for exercise, the survivors could hardly handle such a large amount of training all of a sudden.

But Hu Xiaodong was an exception. He performed each repetition with ease, and his well-developed muscles and long-term persistent fitness made this task a piece of cake for him.

Meanwhile, looking at Wang Qiang beside him, he was already out of breath after just 20 push-ups. Wang Qiang regretfully lamented, "Old Xu! If I had known you'd pull this trick, I would've spent more time on fitness before."

"Well, well! Qiangzi, you sure talk a lot, looks like you have plenty of energy, good, add 10 more on top of your original count."

"What the hell!" Old Xu's words nearly made the already exhausted Wang Qiang collapse to the ground. Helplessly, with a bitter face, he pleaded, "Old Xu, don't do this, I was just..."

"20 more!"

With a firm expression, showing no sign of leniency, Old Xu's few words instantly quieted the entire courtyard. No one dared to speak, nor did anyone dare to object. Everyone buried their heads in their own tasks, silently cursing Old Xu for being merciless in their hearts.

After completing 100 push-ups, Old Xu graciously allowed everyone a 10-minute rest. Except for Hu Xiaodong, the rest of the survivors didn't care about the dust on the ground and lay sprawled out on it.

Old Xu paced back and forth, occasionally glancing at his watch, as if letting this group rest for one more second would be a crime.

For the first time, they all felt that ten minutes was so precious, and they were surprised at how quickly it passed.

When Old Xu ordered everyone to stand, the reluctance on their faces looked exactly like the sorrow of parting with someone they loved.

"Alright, by now your arms and legs should be warmed up. Next, we officially begin!"

Officially begin!? Upon hearing this, the survivors widened their eyes in disbelief.

What the heck is going on? Were those just warm-up exercises?

While everyone was in shock, Old Xu issued a new command:

"The next training item, 2.5-kilometer shuttle run."

What the...! While others use their mouths to communicate, in Wang Qiang's view, Old Xu's mouth was definitely a death sentence.

A 2.5-kilometer shuttle run meant a full 5 kilometers back and forth! Never mind 5 kilometers, even 1 kilometer would be too much for the survivors after two strenuous exercises.

Shortly after beginning, Tang Xiaoquan, who had long been lacking exercise, felt like his legs were filled with lead.

Not only him, but no one else was faring any better; they all looked half-dead.

Still, Old Xu, like a demon, threw out a reward: "Very good, everyone is working hard. I have decided to give a special reward to the last person in this shuttle run: 50 extra push-ups!"

"Damn it!" Voiced curses erupted, as the survivors naturally expressed their discontent.

But the phrase "heavy rewards beget brave men" proved true; the initially sluggish and slow-moving queue began to speed up noticeably, and gaps started appearing in the once dense crowd. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations or monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)