Chapter Thirteen: The Central Military Academy (Three)

  Zheng Rong smiled and said, "Wu Peilin is out of line!", thinking to himself that this was even more interesting, never expecting that Wu Peilin, who usually kept a low profile, would actually be jealous of Lin Wen's outstanding performance.

  "Wu Peilin, what do you mean?" Lin Wen said with a bit of disdain, looking at Wu Peilin. Wu Peilin was familiar to him, and if he were to compare himself to him, he would be far inferior.

  "Instructor, the reason I'm not convinced is not because I think I'm better than Lin Wen, on the contrary, I think I'm actually worse than him. However, I don't think Captain Wang Mingyu and his team are at the bottom." Wu Peilin calmly said "Oh? Looks like you know something, why do you say that?" Zheng Rong said Lin Wen loudly and somewhat rudely said: "Wu Peilin, have your eyes gone blind? Can't you see for yourself? They're all more than half a lap behind the people in front!"

  Wu Peilin, however, ignored Lin Wen and said to Zheng Rong: "Report to the instructor, I don't know about Captain Wang Mingyu, but when I went to the dormitory to pack my backpack with a quilt today, I personally saw that each of Sun Dabao's group had five bricks in their backpacks. At the time, I also thought that Captain Wang Mingyu hadn't put any and looked down on him in my heart. However, just now when I saw him running so laboriously, I realized I was wrong! Captain Wang Mingyu must have also put some, it's just that I didn't see it! Instructor, do you still remember the situation during the first day of school? At that time, they were also running ten laps around the field, were they this exhausted?"

  When Wu Peilin said this, Zheng Rong suddenly remembered the scene on the first day of school. At that time, they ran a bit tired, but not so exaggeratedly behind, and Wang Mingyu's group didn't look so fierce either.

  Then, Zheng Rong ordered Wang Mingyu and others to open their backpacks. After opening them, they were shocked to find bricks in the backpacks of several people. Among them, Wang Mingyu's backpack contained a 20-kilogram sandbag. The students let out a burst of astonishing sighs. When they were running with two or three kilograms on their backs, others had already carried ten times their weight. Everyone stared at them like monsters, except for Wang Mingyu, the other few people looked complacent, and from time to time glanced at Lin Wen's slightly red face.

  Lin Wen is now filled with regret, he didn't understand the situation and spoke recklessly, impulsiveness is a devil. Now that he knows the truth, he can't help but want to find a crack in the ground to hide in. The other person was carrying such a heavy burden while running, and Lin Wen couldn't help but think that if he were in their shoes, with his physical condition, it would be a bit unbearable as well.

  Officer Zheng Rong was delighted to see these bricks and didn't blame them for not following his arrangements. He thought that his vision was correct, as these few people seemed to have a strong sense of foresight. They had actually taken the initiative to add weight training in advance, so later on when they ran with weights in the wilderness, they wouldn't feel too exhausted. Most importantly, it was likely their first time running with weights, and yet they were able to grit their teeth and persist, which was really not easy. He remembered that when he himself had first run with weights in the wilderness, he hadn't been able to persist after two-thirds of the way, and only later adapted slowly before passing the test.

  Then Zheng Rong said to all the students of the first battalion: "Comrades, here I want to thank Wu Peilin for telling me about this. I was a bit rash, but that's because I didn't know the reason behind it. The performance of Wang Mingyu and Sun Dabao is admirable. If they can maintain such high standards and strict training every day, it's hard not to achieve results. Soldiers only worship the strong, and only if you continue to strictly demand yourself and become stronger, can you gain respect from others! Do you still think Wang Mingyu has the qualifications to be our battalion commander?"

  "Yes!" The students exclaimed loudly, their hearts had already begun to stir, thinking that from now on they would require themselves according to Wang Mingyu's standards, and must make themselves stronger, for the country, for the nation, and also for themselves!

  "Alright, I hereby announce that Wang Mingyu will continue to serve as the team leader from now on. If any of you have objections, please speak up, but I hope it's out of goodwill, not malice! Dismissed!" Zheng Rong said with a meaningful glance at Lin Wen, and walked out chatting and laughing with Tian Yuguang.

  Wang Mingyu looked at Wu Peilin with a helpless expression, smiled at him, and then called them back to the dormitory.

  So, Wang Mingyu and his team practiced extra every night, and their team added Wu Peilin. Some other students also started practicing with them, including Lin Wen.

  It wasn't until after Lin Wen's injury that he realized how difficult it was for Wang Mingyu and the others to keep up with them, only falling behind by half a lap. With his physical fitness from practicing martial arts, he could only manage to be about the same as them. Such perseverance couldn't help but make Lin Wen admire him.

  For Lin Wen himself, he knew that his heart was a bit narrow-minded, but he still had a lot of self-awareness. Once he had made up his mind about someone, he would make that person his goal. He thought that if others could do it, so could he.

  Training has been going on continuously, and the trainees have been learning various knowledge and basic training. During this period, Wang Mingyu and Li Xianyu not only trained hard in their daily lives but also learned Japanese in their spare time, exchanging conversations with each other. Although Sun Dabao and a few others didn't like learning Japanese, they picked up a few phrases while studying with Wang Mingyu and the others. Wang Mingyu not only learned Japanese but also explained some of the Japanese people's living habits and military systems, which he had read about in online forums. Although it wasn't systematic or comprehensive, at least it was better than nothing. All of this was preparation for potentially infiltrating enemy lines in the future, where even a small mistake could lead to failure.

  Time flies, and two months have passed in the blink of an eye. Wang Mingyu and his team can now easily complete a 5km cross-country run with a 40kg load, thanks to their high-intensity training, which has greatly improved their physical strength and agility.

  The competition among the students is still quite fierce, and Lin Wen's current cross-country five kilometers with a weight of forty kilograms is also very easy, not at all inferior to Wang Mingyu and others. His foundation was originally good, and now it's no exception. Other students can generally carry at least twenty kilograms.

  As instructors, Zheng Rong and Tian Yuge were smiling from ear to ear every day. They had been instructors for the second year now. At this time last year during the 9th period, they had just started preparing for the heavy load run, but now their own trainees, due to Wang Mingyu's unintentional actions, had completed the first phase of training a month and a half ahead of schedule. Compared to the second battalion of trainees he had always been competing with, this was leading by more than one step. The comfort in his heart didn't need to be mentioned, which also made his attitude towards the trainees increasingly gentle. The more he looked at them, the more he felt that these trainees were lovely, and the more he looked at Wang Mingyu, the more he felt that he was to his liking.

  Wang Mingyu and others have been at the Central Military Academy for more than two months. This Sunday, Wang Mingyu and his companions received a message from Zhao Guotong, asking them to meet at Defeng Building, saying that things are looking up.

  Nanjing, De Feng Lou!

  "Brother Zhao, it's been more than two months since we last met, and the few of us brothers have been missing you so much!" Wang Mingyu and several others hugged Zhao Guotang as soon as they saw him. "Mingyu, you and the other brothers, I've also been thinking about you day and night! How's the military school training going?" A hint of imperceptible loss flashed across Zhao Guotang's eyes, but was caught by Wang Mingyu.

  "Brother Zhao, we didn't have a hard time training, but you've been running around and working so hard outside!" Wang Mingyu laughed and said "Alright alright, let's brothers have a good drink today." After drinking several cups, Zhao Guotang happily said to Wang Mingyu: "Dr. Fleming has already been found, the Bank of England is bringing him over! This time it took a total of 20,000 yuan to find people and connect people, much better than expected, haha!"

  "Alright, Brother Zhao, you've really helped me out a lot this time. This is our future benefactor, and we need to take good care of him when he arrives. If we're not busy, would you please arrange for Dr. Fleming to come to Nanjing so I can meet with him in person?"

  "This Ming Yu, don't worry, no problem! When the time comes, I'll arrange it, you guys focus on training, and after graduation, I'll go to your unit and follow you!" Zhao Guo said with a smile, his eyes still showing some expectation. "Brother Zhao, don't worry, there will be plenty of things that need your help in the future, as for fighting devils, I'll see how the situation is at that time, if Brother Zhao feels tired of doing business in the future, we can fight devils together anytime!"

  "Yes, yes, Brother Zhao, we all agree with Mingyu's idea!" Sun Dabao and the others nodded repeatedly. "Alright, alright, with my brothers' words, come on, let's eat, let's eat."

  After finishing their business, Zhao Guotang stayed in Nanjing for one night and then hurried back to Shanghai, while Wang Mingyu and the others returned to military school and continued their training and studies.

  Another week passed, at the training ground of the Central Military Academy.

  Instructor Zheng Rong looked at the trainees, spirited and satisfied, saying: "Comrades, due to your hard work in the previous period of time and your outstanding performance, I reported to Education Minister Zhang Zhizhong yesterday that our first battalion will start shooting training a month ahead of schedule!"

  "Ah..." "Alright..." The excited shouts of the trainees stopped. "Halt! This afternoon, I will lead you all to the shooting range for training. I hope you can all strictly follow my instructions, otherwise any accidents that occur will be recorded in your files!" Zheng Rong said seriously. "Yes, Instructor!" The trainees stood at attention and replied in unison.

  Wang Mingyu's heart also stirred with excitement. In this era, he was about to come into contact again with the thing that had most captivated him in his past life.