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The pace of this march was noticeably faster than the morning drill, and in half an hour, we had run more than six laps.
Many new recruits were too exhausted to continue, crying out "Report," but inevitably they had to be pushed along by the group.
"Report what? Where's the energy you had fighting for buns this morning? This will help you digest!"
"Run faster! You've only run one kilometer and you can't keep up?"
The squad leaders yelled and cajoled from the sidelines.
The new recruits were woefully out of breath and gasping for air.
"This… one lap is 400 meters… squad leader! We've run… seven laps!"
"Who said one lap is 400 meters? One lap is only 200 meters!"
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Soon, some began to fall out of the formation, no matter how much the squad leaders yelled, they could only trudge forward, gasping for breath.
The squad leaders physically dragged these people back into the formation.
"Pick up the pace! Don't play dead!"
