Every official member of the Megakaryocyte Special Operations Group is a king of soldiers who has crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Most of their training content is highly classified and cannot be displayed to the public.
Although the training of this group of Rookies, who are still in the selection phase, is arduous.
In Lu Mingyu’s view, it is still far from being able to represent the Macrophages.
Will filming their struggle really serve as propaganda?
He expressed doubt about this.
As if sensing Lu Mingyu’s concerns, Qi Kong quickly added.
“Captain Lu, we know there are disciplinary requirements, and we will never film any content involving secrets.”
“We just want to record this spirit, this tenacious spirit of constantly challenging limits for the sake of defending our homeland.”
Behind Qi Kong, several young people carrying equipment also cast expectant glances.
Their eyes were full of curiosity about the barracks and reverence for heroes, pure and fervent.
Lu Mingyu’s gaze swept over those young faces one by one.
He was silent for a moment.
Perhaps, letting these people see it is also good.
Let them see what kind of price is needed to defend the so-called peaceful years.
Finally, he nodded, concisely.
“You may.”
“But you must keep up, don’t fall behind, and don’t interfere with the training.”
Upon receiving permission, Qi Kong was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly.
“No problem, no problem! We guarantee it! Thank you, Captain Lu!”
Lu Mingyu stood up, picked up the military cap from the table, and put it on.
“Let’s go.”
He had no extra words and was the first to walk out of the office.
Qi Kong and his team immediately picked up their equipment and quickly followed.
The group walked through the tidy camp area and arrived at the dusty training ground.
The hot air was filled with the smell of sweat and dirt.
In the distance, loud shouts rose and fell, full of power.
The camera team’s lenses were immediately drawn to the scene before them.
Dozens of Rookies in training uniforms were running lap after lap along the training ground’s track.
Their steps were heavy, and their breathing was as labored as an old bellows.
Each person carried a huge backpack disproportionate to their size, bending their waists.
Sweat had already soaked through their clothes, constantly dripping down their cheeks, necks, and arms.
Creating dark marks on the dry ground.
Some people’s faces were already as pale as paper, their lips cracked, and their eyes began to lose focus.
But no one stopped.
They gritted their teeth, using all their strength, moving their legs in unison.
The camera team’s lenses immediately focused on this group of running soldiers.
The click of shutters and the faint hum of machinery intertwined.
Qi Kong leaned closer to Lu Mingyu, lowering his voice, his tone full of shock.
“Captain Lu, what training program are they undergoing?”
“It looks very intense.”
Lu Mingyu’s gaze calmly watched the team, as if looking at something perfectly normal.
“Twenty kilograms of load, fifty-kilometer cross-country.”
His voice was not loud, but it was like a bombshell, exploding in the ears of the camera team.
Qi Kong’s expression instantly froze.
“Fi… fifty kilometers?”
He could hardly believe his ears and repeated it again.
“And carrying twenty kilograms of load?”
A young photographer couldn’t help but gasp, muttering.
“My God, a full marathon is only forty-two kilometers, and that’s running empty-handed…”
Lu Mingyu’s eyes showed no fluctuation, and he continued to add in his plain, direct tone.
“Requirement: complete within two hundred minutes.”
Two hundred minutes, which is three hours and twenty minutes.
This time limit, for ordinary people.
Even running fifty kilometers empty-handed is an impossible task.
Let alone carrying a twenty-kilogram load.
This had completely exceeded their understanding of conventional training.
“Then… what if someone can’t finish within the specified time?”
Qi Kong asked cautiously.
Lu Mingyu’s gaze fell on a Rookie at the very end of the team, who was clearly exhausted.
Only being supported by a comrade prevented him from collapsing.
His tone was cold, without a trace of emotion.
“If one person fails to complete it, no one in the entire team eats today.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding air seemed to drop a few degrees.
Everyone in the camera team was stunned.
They looked at each other, seeing deep shock and incomprehension in each other’s eyes.
This wasn’t training; this was torture.
In their opinion, this was simply a cruel collective punishment.
Looking at their astonished expressions, Lu Mingyu continued to speak.
“This is just an appetizer.”
His words made everyone pause again.
Such terrifying training, and it’s just an appetizer?
Lu Mingyu ignored their surprise and continued.
“After the cross-country run, a ten-minute break, then a five-kilometer armed swim.”
“In the afternoon is combat training, one-on-one, no rules, until one side loses the ability to resist.”
“From seven to eleven in the evening is theory class, learning intelligence analysis, tactical planning, and battlefield first aid.”
“After class, clean up internal affairs, organize equipment, and write training summaries.”
He paused, as if calculating something, and finally gave a conclusion.
“If all goes smoothly, they can sleep about four hours a day.”
The entire camera team fell silent.
They opened their mouths but couldn’t utter a single word.
If the previous fifty-kilometer cross-country run only shocked them.
Then this airtight training schedule now made them feel fear.
Sleeping only four hours a day, with the rest of the time entirely filled with high-intensity physical and skill training.
This was no longer challenging limits.
This was practically destroying a person’s physiological and psychological defenses.
Finally, a young-looking camera assistant couldn’t help but speak.
“Captain Lu… isn’t such training content… isn’t it too strict?”
He chose his words carefully, trying to make his words sound less offensive.
“They… they are all young people around twenty years old.”
“Can their bodies withstand it?”
“Isn’t this too inhumane?”
As soon as this question was asked, everyone’s gaze focused on Lu Mingyu.
Lu Mingyu slowly turned around, looking directly at the young man who asked the question for the first time.
His eyes were no longer calm and unruffled as before.
Instead, they became as sharp as a drawn sword, as if they could pierce one’s soul.
The young man’s heart trembled under his gaze, and he subconsciously took half a step back.
“Strict? Inhumane?”
Lu Mingyu repeated these two words, with a faint hint of sarcasm in his tone.
“You tell me, what is humane?”
“Is it to make them sweat more on the training ground, or to make them bleed more on the battlefield?”
His voice was not loud, but every word was forceful, heavily striking everyone’s hearts.
“You tell me, what is the limit?”
“Is it their limit when they feel they can’t run anymore?”
“Or is it when bullets have already pierced their comrades’ chests, and they are still gasping for breath in place?”
Lu Mingyu’s gaze swept over everyone present, his voice suddenly rising.
“In the dictionary of a special forces soldier, there is no word ‘limit’!”
“Their limit should only be after the mission is completed, or at the end of their lives!”
He stretched out a finger, pointing at the Rookies struggling on the track, a flame burning in his eyes.
“The reason we push them like this is to make them break through all the limits they set for themselves!”
“Because only in this way, in the future, when they face vicious enemies.”
“Will they have the ability to protect this country and its people behind them!”
