"Ready!"
After a minute, the ten people in front had already finished half a lap.
Now, Wang Ye and the other ten soldiers had also arrived at the starting point.
As the people beside him raised their signal guns, Wang Ye looked ahead and stopped being distracted.
"Bang!"
With a gunshot, Wang Ye immediately dashed out.
The current Wang Ye was already used to carrying more than 23 kilograms of weight.
Of course, he was not the only one and it was the same for the others.
It was hard not to get used to carrying so much when they trained this way every day.
However, habit and weight were not contradictory.
He quickly moved forward and entered the inner lane.
Wang Ye didn't care about the others. After speeding up and entering a rhythm that he was most comfortable with, he covered his head and began to maintain the rhythm.
