"Quick, quick~"
Outside the camp, on the last few hundred meters of the road, a row of people holding guns were jogging slowly along the road together.
Even though the squad leader kept urging them, it didn't help much.
Their feet couldn't move any faster, and they could hardly lift them off the ground.
Scouts weren't made of iron either.
Although everyone had only covered about eight kilometers in cross-country this morning.
But the two kilometers of armed swimming at the beginning really consumed a lot of energy.
Moreover, they were still wearing wet clothes and shoes, carrying nearly thirty kilograms of equipment and backpacks on their backs.
So far, Wang Ye was panting heavily, not to mention the others.
They were all gritting their teeth and hanging on with sheer willpower.
But at this moment, there was a sound coming from the other side of the road.
