"Crazy, it's truly crazy. How long has it been now?
About half a minute?
He's already run two hundred meters?" Next to the single combat tactics competition field, a soldier was speaking in an amazed tone.
"Nonsense, there's definitely been half a minute, but whether it's been forty seconds or not, I don't know.
That's too fast, can he really make it back?"
...
At this moment, it's not just the single combat competition field.
It can be said that within the four-hundred-meter running track circle where Wang Ye is right now, everyone around the competition field, except for those participating in the competition, has their eyes on Wang Ye.
At the same time, there are actually people timing this.
Soldiers can't wear wristwatches because they're competing, but the leaders of each company don't have to compete.
...
"Commander, thirty-seven seconds!"
