The dense shrubbery, knee-high rivers, hillside forests, and piles of stones were all unsuitable for running, let alone sprinting with a load of ten kilograms. This was definitely a cross-country route that tested human limits, as well as a route that tested willpower and honed movement technique skills. The battalion commander watched as one warrior after another fell behind and struggled to crawl, his face covered with frost, but his eyes danced with excitement. He had made up his mind to train like this from now on.
Luo Zheng had no idea that he had inadvertently inspired the battalion commander's training regimen. Following the river downstream, then crossing through a stretch of woods, he returned to the camp. Standing on the training grounds, Luo Zheng began timing himself, his backpack and combat uniform soaking wet, dripping water continuously to the ground that was now thoroughly wet.
