Chapter 55 The Soldier's Emotion

  On the third day of the martial arts competition, even the heavens seemed to have joined in on the excitement. Qu Mingjun got up early and saw that the sky was overcast with dark clouds, with a chilly wind blowing. It looked as if it was about to rain. All the competitors saw this scene and began to worry, hoping that the rain wouldn't start falling. Today was supposed to be the endurance competition, and if it rained, they would really suffer.

  However, the law of nature is never changed by human will, and it has a more torturous meaning. When all the martial arts team members gathered in front of the rostrum to prepare for grouping, the sky began to drizzle with raindrops, which gradually grew heavier.

  The faces of the martial arts team members didn't look too good, but they still remembered their identities and stood silently in the rain according to the formation, resisting the cool autumn rain.

  Soon, the coldness drove away the warmth of their bodies, and this chill slowly and stubbornly penetrated into their bones. Some team members' camouflage hats were worn out in some places, and the rainwater did not block them but slid down the brim, stuck to their faces, and seeped into their collars, kissing their skin with coldness. But no one moved slightly in this situation, in their eyes, this was also a silent competition, competing for all the soldiers' quality, style, discipline, and cultivation on site.

  Qu Mingjun saw an officer who looked like a staff member walking up to the podium with the person in charge, saying something. The person in charge of this martial arts competition was a senior colonel. He furrowed his brow, waved his hand and stood up, picking up a microphone and striding to the front of the podium. There were no obstructions here, and the rain poured down on him with a loud patter.

  A warrior wearing a workman's apron hastily came over with an umbrella and held it up behind him. The general suddenly turned his head, shouting: "Get out of the way!"

  The little warrior looked back with some difficulty and finally put away his umbrella and retreated.

  "All the contestants who participated in the martial arts competition, someone just told me that it's raining too much, should we postpone the competition for a day and not compete today?" The general stood unobstructed in the rain, the microphone got wet and emitted a loud noise. The general simply threw the microphone to the soldier behind him and shouted loudly, "I tell you, if we were on the battlefield today? Can we tell the enemy that it's raining today, let's fight again tomorrow? Is this okay? Now I want you to tell me, is this okay?"

  "No way!" All the martial artists present shouted in unison, and the earth-shaking momentum surged into the sky. For a moment, Qu Mingjun felt that the rain now seemed much smaller than before.

  "Excellent!" The principal praised without reservation, "You are all good examples, you are the top of the eight major military academies' military training. If it rains and you all want to hide, I think I will be very disappointed in the officers from our military school. But you have told me with facts that you will definitely become a group of excellent officers in the future!"

  "Below I declare! The martial arts competition begins!" The principal finished speaking, but he didn't return to the back. Instead, he stood upright in the rain, watching as everyone was divided into groups by the judges and led to their respective places. The chairman's platform seemed to have erected a monument.

  Still following the grouping of the first day, eight people start competing in martial arts, with each group separated by twenty minutes.

  Qu Mingjun was still in the third group, and the person standing next to him was still that Miao ethnic Tupo brother from Chun Cheng Lu Institute. The two people's lines of sight met in the rain, and it was clear that they were flashing with information about competing with each other.

  Armed and ready to cross, Qu Mingjun lifted his head towards the sky, haha, clothes were already soaked through, but it saved him from the discomfort of getting them wet later, might as well get moving and prepare. Clothes, equipment, cuffs, pant legs...

  The third group of contestants started, and the eight contestants, including Qu Mingjun, heard the judge's command and rushed towards the lake 10 meters away. Qu Mingjun initially only shouted a few times, but later became more intense, as if he wanted to spew out the raging flames inside his body, or vent his dissatisfaction at the heavens.

  "Ah——" The third group shouted as they plunged into the water, using their hands and feet to start paddling. Their bodies were pelted by large raindrops that crackled and popped, while beneath them was the icy lake. The rain hitting the water's surface stung their eyes, making it hard to keep them open, but it couldn't stop the martial arts team members from fighting with all their might.

  Qu Mingjun was originally good at swimming, and during his training with the Shi Men Lu team, he had never practiced armed swimming less. As soon as he entered the water, he swam forward against the raindrops. Soon, he rushed to the first place in group three. At this time, the situation of the Tu Bao brothers was not very good, after all, the Miao nationality Hanzi were relatively less exposed to swimming in the mountains, and they couldn't show any advantage at all, but instead fell to a relatively backward position among the eight players.

  At this time, the sky and the ground were all water, although it was not yet a vast expanse of white, but it still greatly affected the vision of the martial arts team members. Qu Mingjun became somewhat impatient, why couldn't he see the end point? Had he swum in the wrong direction?

  Qu Mingjun couldn't help but turn his head to take a look, and the few contestants he could see were mechanically going through the steps of paddling, breathing, paddling, breathing, also heading in the direction they wanted to go. Where are the Tu Bao brothers? Qu Mingjun wondered.

  It's not a big deal to lose focus for a moment, but the several contestants from the south who were behind him had greatly shortened their distance with him. Dammit, stupid me, always making mistakes, how did I become less confident in this martial arts competition? Qu Mingjun felt regretful, he couldn't have taken the wrong direction, so he just kept swimming, originally he could have opened up a huge lead, but instead he wasted it all away, it was simply unforgivable.

  Qu Mingjun stabilized his mind and warned himself not to look back, using his hands and feet to swim forward...

  The water was cool, the autumn rain was even cooler. After landing on the shore, Qu Mingjun felt that the heat in his body was getting less and less, his hands and feet were a bit frozen, but he still gritted his teeth and ran forward with one foot deep and one shallow.

  It's just five kilometers, isn't it? It's just a fully armed man, didn't I run less at Shimen Academy? Damn it, if you want to rain, go ahead and rain, I'm not afraid of you, I will definitely win you! Qu Mingjun cursed viciously in his heart, as if cursing one sentence would reduce the burden on him by a fraction, and make his heart feel better by a fraction. Gradually, he shouted out loud.

  At last, Qu Mingjun was so hoarse from shouting that he could hardly make himself heard, "Damn it to hell!"

  Ten heavy ammunition boxes about one meter long were piled up at the five-kilometer endpoint, and fifty meters away, there was a red flag, which was the end point. A judge wrapped in a raincoat stood there watching himself.

  It's the last item, I'll give it a shot.

  Qiu Mingjun desperately rushed to the ten ammunition boxes, without taking a breath, stretched out his hands to hug the top box. His two hands grasped the handles on both sides of the box and lifted it up with great force.

  Damn, how heavy is this. The ammunition box isn't usually this heavy. Qu Mingjun's hands were icy at this time, and the fatigue on his body came in waves, really didn't want to do it anymore.

  But I just can't lose, absolutely can't!

  "Ah——ah——" Qu Mingjun shouted loudly as he lifted the trunk and trudged through the muddy water, one foot deep and one shallow, towards a point fifty meters away. No, not running, he could no longer run.

  "Qu Mingjun, come on!" At this time, Feng Shaojun and Guo Xiangyang at the finish line had already come over to cheer him up.

  Qiu Mingjun put the box on his abdomen, gritted his teeth, and with a ferocious expression, he held his breath and used all his strength to move the box to its destination. Then, stumbling and staggering, he ran back to the second box.

  "Ah——" Qu Mingjun picked up the second box, and at this time, his neighbor, Chun Cheng Lu's Tuo Bao brothers, actually came back for the second time. It seems that he had regained a lot of advantage in the five-kilometer cross-country armed run.

  "Ah——" The third box, Qu Mingjun was already numb, desperately fighting with all his might.

  Chun Chenglu's porter seemed to be in a hurry too, but he was slightly shorter than Qu Mingjun. Carrying the box and walking over was much slower than Qu Mingjun. He was also struggling to trudge through the muddy water, desperately quickening his pace as if trying to catch up with Qu Mingjun.

  The last box, after the desperate chase by Tuo Bao and his brothers, Qu Ming's brain, which had been numb with blue veins bulging, seemed to have cleared up a bit. He also desperately quickened his pace. If he was still walking while carrying the previous boxes, he could occasionally sprint a few steps with the last few boxes. Human potential is indeed boundless.

  "Ah——" Qu Mingjun let out a loud roar, throwing the last box to the ground, and then his whole body swayed slightly in the rain, Feng Shaojun and Guo Xiangyang rushed over, one on each side holding him up.

  Qu Mingjun smiled at the two of them with a mischievous grin, just about to say something when he heard a "splash" sound from behind him.

  Qu Mingjun and his two brothers quickly turned their heads to look, only to see that Tu Bao's brother, who was holding the last box, had fallen to the ground with a thud, as if the box had also crushed his foot.

  Qu Mingjun was shocked and couldn't help but push away Feng Shaoyun and Guo Xiangyang, he wanted to run back and help up the Tu Bao brothers, Feng Shaoyun and Guo Xiangyang were also like this.

  At this time, the referee stopped their movements and beckoned two small warriors standing behind to come up, one of whom was holding a stretcher in his hand.

  "Get out! I can still walk!" Tu Bao roared, lying on the ground and punching and kicking at the little warrior who was trying to help him up.

  A small warrior was accidentally pushed to the ground by Tuo Bao, and the two of them looked at the referee in a somewhat helpless manner. The referee furrowed his brow and was about to walk over when he saw Tuo Bao suddenly stand up on one foot.

  The rain is too heavy, can't see clearly what the soil conservation is like, but looking at him crouching and trying to hug the box unsuccessfully, he actually lay down on the ground again, one hand holding the box, the other hand making a sideways crawling motion, pulling the box forward little by little.

  "Come on! Come on! Come on!" The onlookers were all moved to tears, even the little soldier who had gone to prepare the stretcher couldn't help but follow him and cheer him on loudly.

  Tu Bao's brother gritted his teeth, with mud and water covering his face. He inched forward bit by bit. Qu Ming Jun and the others, who were not allowed to enter the competition area, stood at the finish line cheering loudly for him.

  At this time, the person in charge of the martial arts competition, that big school, also stood at the finish line, standing beside Qu Mingjun, shouting loudly: "Come on! Come on! Come on!......"

  At this moment, Tu Bao was moved, but it wasn't just Qu Mingjun, it was all the people in military uniforms present.