Chapter 55: He's Still Accelerating!
Maintaining a constant speed in the sprint state, Zhou Hai only spent less than ten seconds, effortlessly overtaking the entire first-echelon sequence, leaving his back to everyone and being responsible for the team lead.
"Although it was the first, he continued to run like this, and the physical exertion was too great." Looking at Zhou Hai, who had already led the team of candidates, the officer with a notebook in his hand, his eyebrows were furrowed, he shook his head slightly, and said with a straight face.
According to rough estimates, Zhou Hai's speed reached 20 kilometers per hour, about 5.5 meters per second, which is not bad with the level of the world's top marathon runners, barely in a half-100-meter sprint.
However, this assessment is a long-distance race.
How far can a young and immature candidate go in the face of long-distance running at such a speed?
I don't know how to distribute physical strength, I don't know how to run long-distance, and I'm really just a high school student with good academic performance.
At this time, an officer next to him suddenly said: "Wait a minute, he's still accelerating!" ”
"What?"
The officer holding the notebook was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened, and he looked at Zhou Hai, who was speeding up in the track, with an incredible look on his face.
Hasten!
Yes, Zhou Hai, who leads the entire team, is still accelerating!
No, wait, maybe Zhou Hai is not leading, but creating the first echelon that belongs to one person!
Looking at Zhou Hai's back as he accelerated away, the boy who ranked first in the echelon, and Jiang Lei, who ranked second, all sank in their hearts, gritted their teeth, and wanted to accelerate slightly.
However, the body, which has already adapted to the rhythm of running, reacts violently after the frequency of the legs changes.
Jiang Lei and the first boy were out of pace, lost their balance, and almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
Dozens of seconds later, Zhou Hai, whose speed had not decreased at all, opened a distance of hundreds of meters from the first echelon.
Now, Zhou Hai has been promoted to the first echelon alone, and the original echelons have dropped in turn.
"One person, one echelon?" The officer with the notebook in his hand looked at Zhou Hai, who was still accelerating, his face was slightly red, and his heart was a little incredible.
Zhang Zheng, who was standing with his hands in his hands, curled the corners of his mouth, and showed a faint smile: "Interesting." ”
This year, the batch of high school students seems to have recruited an incredibly good seedling.
Next, it depends on Zhou Hai's sense of balance and space, and whether he has the talent to fly.
Run.
Swift and smooth running.
Not long after, Zhou Hai ran around the playground track, and had caught up with the fifth echelon at the end of the running queue, and several girls were pale, sweating like rain, and crumbling.
"Come on, hold on."
Zhou Hai looked at several girls who were not in very good condition, sighed in his heart, encouraged him softly, and then surpassed the fifth echelon composed of these girls.
A gentle and clear sound of encouragement came to my ears.
Several girls who were gasping for breath looked at the sound of Zhou Hai leaving quickly, their throats swelled, and they couldn't speak.
Grit your teeth, endure the pain coming from your abdomen, and keep going.
The usual monthly abdominal pain is the root cause of women's weakness in the profession of pilots and soldiers, and it is not comparable to that of men.
Transcend.
Constantly surpassing.
One lap!
Two laps!
Five laps!
Ten laps!
As time slowly passed, Zhou Hai, as the first echelon and leader, surpassed each running echelon again and again.
A true ride.
More than a hundred male and female candidates and members of the selection center all looked at Zhou Hai silently, wanting to know where the limit of this guy was.
Subsequently, after the fifth echelon ran into the eleventh lap, the eight girls who were in the monthly pain stage reached their physiological limit and could no longer continue to hold on, and had to leave the track.
Leaving the track means withdrawing from the assessment.
Some of the girls were lying on the rubber floor of the playground next to them, panting for breath, their faces showing loss, their eyes flowing with crystal tears, and their hearts were full of unwillingness and remorse.
Some of the girls were holding their stomachs, their faces pale, curled up on the ground, trembling slightly.
The nurses who had already prepared in the playground center hurriedly ran over and helped the eight girls who had withdrawn from the assessment to the medical area for treatment and a detailed physical examination.
Soon, a series of medical examinations about the eight girls were reported to the officer with the notebook.
"The physical test is unqualified, and the D-level comprehensive physical fitness is eliminated."
Looking at the physical examination information and data given by the doctor, the officer shook his head slightly, opened the notebook, and behind the names of the eight girls, he smeared a striking and bright red cross pattern with a red pen, and said to a soldier next to him:
"Inform them, inform them of the results of the unqualified assessment, and after resting, pack up and leave."
In the physical testing stage, the assessment is unqualified, and only elimination.
The pilot industry cannot tolerate a little sand and mistakes, and there is no chance mentality.
Although, the reason for the elimination of this result is mainly due to its own physiological factors, which is somewhat unfair.
However, this is better than the result of a crash and death in the future.
"Yes!" The soldier standing next to him, after receiving the order, immediately replied, turned around and informed the eight girls who were staying in the medical area.
Soon, a series of cries came from the medical area, and these girls who were full of expectations were full of tears and cried with low heads.
The elimination is an extremely heavy blow to the eight girls.
In the middle of the track, the long-distance running assessment continues.
Zhou Hai, who is a unique ride, can already be called a majestic mountain, and for the rest of the candidates participating in the assessment, they can only look up, but cannot touch it.
Bullshit, who's fucking like this pervert, running fast and long, without panting?
"Hoo ......"
Han Aya, who was in the third echelon, gasped for breath, her eyes were a little blurry, she had little physical strength left, and her legs were like lead, heavy and sore.
Tired.
It's so tiring.
In the three years of high school, Han Aya had never received high-intensity physical exercise at all, and this long-distance run of more than ten laps at once, her body reacted extremely violently.
The distance of a lap of the playground track is 300 meters, and the average number of laps at this time is 15 laps, except for Zhou Hai, who has surpassed everyone for 5 laps, the average mileage of everyone is 4500 meters.
4.5 kilometers is close to the physiological limit of normal people, and the vast majority of young candidates are basically exhausted and suffering.
However, this figure, for pilots, is far from enough.
The army special forces are one in a thousand and can be called the elite of the elite.
Air Force pilots are one out of 100,000 to be worthy of the title of 'Pride of the Sky'.
In the profession of air force pilots, those Tianjiao who fly high-performance fighters to soar above the sky are the elite of the elite.
What does it mean to soar into the skies?
Flying a bulky bomber?
No, that's not!