"Great!"
After a brief moment, applause erupted, and the non-commissioned officers began to voice their encouragement.
A soldier, a good soldier, is like a tiger descending the mountain, armed with the courage that thousands cannot rival.
A horizontal bar, a good bar, forged of steel, embodies an invincible and majestic stance.
Underneath the bar are all the fierce ones, but Fang Huai's performance isn't quite at a level to make the braves of the Special Duty Team bow in reverence.
But a new recruit symbolizes infinite potential.
Eighteen, compared to twenty-eight, is a world of difference. If each ten pull-ups were considered a hurdle, then there wouldn't be many hurdles to the top.
Fang Huai was also smiling.
This third-class merit was well worth it.
The improvement in strength is most obvious when you exert your full effort; he felt as though Old man Huang of Goose City's broken leg had somehow been mended while he was doing pull-ups.