Chapter 24: A Demon's Physical Fitness
Editor: Atlas Studios
"One-two-one, use strength to run! Keep pushing your limits! Your potential hasn't erupted! Hurry up, or else I'll bring a dog to cheer for you tomorrow!" Class B's instructor had a way with his words and obviously did not adopt a normal mechanical military training method.
The moment they heard that a dog would appear the next time, they wondered if they were going to close the door and release the dog? Would it be a dachshund or a chihuahua?! They could almost guarantee the probability of it being a small dog. That would be no fun at all. The students on the track did their utmost to move their legs and go a little faster.
"That's it. I can't run anymore. Damn it, when can we stop? Lin Mo, that black charcoal head is deliberately making things difficult for us! I think it's the Army being jealous of the Air Force!" Lei Dong, who was also in Class B, followed beside Lin Mo. He ran with his face pale while panting hard, but despite that, he still had the energy to continue complaining. "We're going to fly in the sky and not run on the ground like the Army. Do we still need our legs to run in the sky? We do nothing all day long apart from shouting slogans and running like damned dogs! Is it really necessary for us to train so hard? I think this is the standard used to train special forces. What do you think the school is contemplating? Selecting airborne troops from us?"
'Black charcoal head' was the nickname that the Class B students had given to their instructor privately. He was tanned and skinny, except for his eyeballs and teeth that were white. Because it was military training before theory courses, the school simply handed the first years over to the two lieutenants to train, and it did not matter how they conducted their training.
While everyone else was panting heavily and running on the plastic tracks, only Lin Mo was calm and seemed not to sweat at all. He seemed a little distracted as he replied Lei Dong in surprise, "Is this considered physical training? This is nothing! Airborne troops are also very good!"
"What the hell! You pervert!" Lei Dong rolled his eyes, not knowing how to respond.
Lin Mo's leisurely motions beat him completely. Lin Mo had run seven to eight laps, around three kilometers. This fellow's physical qualities were simply inhuman.
Even the most stupid person could tell that the dozens of gangsters taken down at once at the Korean restaurant must have had something to do with this guy. What a demon!
"I heard that there would be even scarier things later, like riding a wooden donkey, sitting in an electric chair, and so on." It came from a short student who seemed to have heard some gossip. All the students in Class B who heard this had their legs go soft and almost fell to the ground. How was this training for Air Force pilots? It was basically torture.
The wise would not listen to rumors. Students who had an understanding of the situation refuted, "Don't listen to his bullshit. They're just exercise bikes and other training machines used for physical training." Everyone's face was slightly relieved. But then this student added, "Everyone needs to be mentally prepared. The days ahead will be tough!" And everyone's face turned pale, half from being tired running and half from being scared.
"What are you doing? Still have the energy to talk? Not bad! Run another two laps!" The black charcoal head instructor waved his armband and shouted furiously at these first years who were lazing about, frightening them into quickly running with added zest.
Class A was on the field and undergoing balance training. Although they did not have to run until they almost dropped dead like Class B, they were nauseous from all the spinning and not much better.
From time to time, Chen Haiqing, who was in Class A, glanced at Lin Mo, who was at the front of Class B, and thought silently, This guy is really different from the rest. His stamina is shocking. He probably wouldn't be tired even with double the amount.
Chen Haiqing had suspicions that the tens of gangsters taken down yesterday must have had something to do with Lin Mo. But since Lin Mo was unwilling to explain, he would naturally not probe further and only paid more attention to him.
After running twenty laps, a distance of eight kilometers, no one in Class B even had any strength left to complain. After being forced to walk one lap, they were all unable to move and lay on the ground like dead dogs. Usually, running three to five kilometers was all right for these pilots who had passed the initial selections. However, having the instructor roaring at them and scaring them to complete the eight kilometers with all their might was the limit.
As soon as these students lay down, the medical team waiting on the side quickly ran up and started measuring their blood pressure and heartbeats one by one, collecting their physical data.
It was better to be a medic. They were on the side, eating snacks and watching the excitement. So relaxing! Many students were wailing in their hearts at how difficult it was to fly in the blue sky despite how glamorous it was to be in the Air Force.
"Old Zhao, take a look at this student's data!" A medical soldier with the rank of sergeant holding a clipboard came to the side of a middle-aged school official in a white lab coat, who was holding a stethoscope and measuring the heartbeat of a student.
"What's wrong?" The fifty-year-old lieutenant colonel medical doctor put down his stethoscope, took the folder, and followed the finger of the sergeant medic on the datasheet. After only two looks, his eyes widened. "Did this fellow sneak away? How is it like he never ran at all?"
"No, we were watching just now. Second Lieutenant Luo of Class B did not let him have it easy. This data is too ridiculous!" The sergeant medic pursed his lips. "And I definitely have the impression that everyone participated in the run from the beginning until the end. He was there."
"Little Li, are you sure this was just measured? Did you check if there were any mistakes?!" Lieutenant Colonel Zhao did not kick up a fuss and had a look of suspicion.
"Old Zhao, you're still doubting me. I measured it several times personally. It's absolutely true. How could I make this kind of thing up?" Medical Sergeant Li nodded repeatedly.
"Great. We've got ourselves a treasure. I didn't expect such a hidden talent among this group of students. Keep this medical report separate and make sure not to let the Army comrades see it. He is a natural soldier king." Lieutenant Colonel Zhao shook his head. This data was inhuman. If not for the Air Force making it mandatory that all newcomers had to have a blood test, he would have thought the person on this medical report was an alien.
With China's huge population, it was no surprise that there were those born with special physiques, but they were very rare. The medical examination data before him was of great scientific research value. But the most they would do was research his blood and genes, and the sampling method was also extremely simple. Just a few drops of blood and a bunch of hair was sufficient. They did not have to cut people up like in the novels.
"Yes. This report is to be sealed with a level-two security clearance and reported to the superiors." Medical Sergeant Li saluted Lieutenant Colonel Zhao, the military doctor. He naturally knew the process for dealing with these special circumstances. It would have to be dealt with quietly.
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When he had first arrived in this world, it was not only the synchronization of the soul but also of the flesh, and the Dragon Knight physique of the other world had perfectly integrated with the body in this world. For ordinary people, it was an immense consumption of energy, but Lin Mo was completely unaware of it.
Having little understanding of the scientific system of this world, he did not expect that the powerful physical qualities that he had deliberately hidden were exposed before all the scientific instruments. After all, he was just a Dragon Knight who was good at fighting and not a doctor with intimate knowledge of the human body.
The one-month long military physical training and professional nutritional meal service allowed the Aviation University to thoroughly grasp the most detailed physical condition data of the students and also make the students' physical qualities improve drastically.
In the second month, the students had already been exposed to theory courses such as Aviation Law, Meteorology, Navigation and Radio Aids, Flight Theory, and Instrumentation Studies.
However, they had not even seen the shadow of an airplane, not even from a distance. The students who signed up for the pilot course had done their research before they came, and their skills at talking big and idle theorizing were improving. But they started growing restless and talked about how if they could not play around with a Chengdu J-10 now, then it would be good if they could play with a biplane trainer.
Despite hearing the students discussing occasionally, Lin Mo was not in a rush. Wanting to fly in the sky was not so easy. Although there were massive differences in the civilizations, the two worlds were almost equally cautious about their screening of aerial armed forces.
After getting Lin Mo's physical data, the Aviation University did not make any moves until the students entered their third month of theory courses. A major wearing a blue Air Force uniform came to the Aviation University with an order and interrupted the classes of the students.
Forty-seven students were urgently assembled in the school's auditorium and lined up neatly.
None of the students knew why the university suddenly gathered them here. Seeing a smartly-dressed Air Force officer, the students exchanged glances and thought they had guessed something. All their hearts started thumping hard.
The current batch of students was unlike the previous ones. Among the students was the rich scion, Chen Haiqing, who was very good at public relations and had brought everyone together into a close-knit group. Students with strong communication skills were told to scout for news and build relationships with the school leaders in order to provide the entire group with useful intel.
However, the school was very tight-lipped when it came to when they would get in an aircraft and what type of aircraft. This group of students was still in the basic training stage, and it was impossible to know whether they would fly helicopters, transport planes, or fighter jets in the future.
After all, pilots were not allowed to operate a variety of aircraft. After passing through simulators and trainers, they would be assigned to learning specific models. The same was true for civilian aviation companies. A captain could only fly one type of aircraft for life to avoid misoperation.
Nothing was small while flying, and a small mistake could lead to large dangers.
"Students, Major Yang has come to our school to select a group of exceptionally outstanding students to undergo special training. Let us now please invite Major Yang to announce the list of selected students!" What the semi-bald school director with black square-shaped glasses said caused a commotion among the students.
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