87: Chapter 87: Are you going to disgrace your great-grandfather and the Su family?!

"20—" When Su Han counted to the twentieth push-up, five female soldiers were already missing from the mud pit.

The rest had also exhausted a significant amount of stamina, and every movement felt like they were using up all their strength.

Li Xue's arms were shaking like a sieve, her glasses were long gone, and her severe myopia made everything in front of her blurry.

But she still mechanically followed the commands, even though her form had completely fallen apart.

"Li Xue!" Zhou Mo suddenly roared, "Why are you sticking your butt up so high? Are you trying to be a target for the enemy?"

As he spoke, he stepped on Li Xue's back, forcing her to push her body as low as possible.

"Ah!" Li Xue cried out in pain, her face nearly burying itself in the muddy water.

Monkey immediately turned the water gun, spraying high-pressure alcohol directly onto her back.

Li Xue's whole body convulsed, but she stubbornly refused to shout that she was quitting.

"21—" Su Han continued counting, his gaze sweeping over every female soldier.

His gaze lingered on Lin Yu for a second—this soldier was in much better condition than the others; although she was also struggling in pain, her form remained basically standard.

"Lin Yu," Su Han suddenly called out, "Are you a sports student?"

"Re... report..." Lin Yu panted as she answered, "University... track and field team..."

Su Han nodded: "No wonder your stamina is good. However..."

He suddenly aimed the water gun in his hand at Lin Yu: "What a Special Forces Soldier needs is not just stamina!"

High-pressure alcohol sprayed onto Lin Yu's face; she instinctively closed her eyes, but still maintained the push-up position.

"22—" The counting continued, and the torture continued as well.

"50—" When he counted to the halfway point, only fifty female soldiers remained in the mud pit.

The rest had either quit or passed out.

Su Qingcheng's condition was getting worse and worse; the wounds on her palms had turned white from the repeated washing of alcohol, and the edges were starting to show an eerie pink.

Her vision began to blur, her ears were buzzing, and she could only mechanically follow the commands.

"Chengzi..." Lin Yu, who was next to her, looked at her worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Su Qingcheng opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Su Han noticed her condition, his eyes flickered slightly, but he quickly returned to his indifferent expression.

He walked to Su Qingcheng's side, crouched down, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear: "If you can't hold on, just quit; it's nothing to be ashamed of."

Su Qingcheng suddenly looked up, her bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Su Han: "Won't... quit..."

The corners of Su Han's mouth lifted imperceptibly: "Then continue."

As he spoke, he stood up, aimed the water gun at Su Qingcheng again: "Attention, everyone! From now on, the hold time for each push-up will be extended!"

The female soldiers let out desperate groans, but no one dared to protest.

"51—" This time, Su Han deliberately dragged out the interval.

The female soldiers' arms trembled violently; some began to sob softly, but they still persisted.

Su Qingcheng felt her consciousness beginning to drift away, and the scene in front of her became blurry.

She bit the tip of her tongue, using the pain to force herself to stay awake.

"52—"

Other instructors jumped into the mud pit, using their military boots to step on the female soldiers' arms and backs, forcing them to perform every push-up with extreme precision.

At first, the female soldiers could barely keep up, but as the counting continued, they quickly realized something was wrong.

"Wait..." Lin Yu panted, struggling to lift her head, "We... have already done... almost a hundred..."

But Su Han's counting still continued.

"87—" "88—"

The female soldiers looked at each other, but no one dared to stop.

"Chief Instructor..." Li Xue said, trembling, "Did you... count wrong?"

Su Han raised an eyebrow, the smile at the corners of his mouth deepening: "Oh? You think I counted wrong?"

Li Xue didn't dare to respond.

"Alright then, let's start over." Su Han said indifferently, "1—"

The female soldiers despairingly lowered themselves again.

"2—" ... Just like that, Su Han's counting sometimes sped up and sometimes slowed down, and he even occasionally skipped a few numbers on purpose, then continued as if nothing had happened.

The female soldiers quickly realized—he was just messing with them!

"This... this is definitely not a hundred!" Zhang Meng gritted her teeth and growled, "At least... it's already been over two hundred!"

"Shh!" Su Qingcheng endured the pain and whispered, "Don't talk... keep doing it..."

She knew that once someone questioned him, Su Han would only intensify his actions.

Sure enough, Su Han's counting became increasingly arbitrary.

"147—" "148—" "..."

"Wait, wasn't it just 148? How did it become 145 again?!" Lin Yu shouted in a breakdown.

Su Han smiled slightly: "Oh? Is that so? Then let's start over from 100."

The female soldiers: "..."

Monkey and Big Bear were holding back their laughter on the side until their faces turned red, but the alcohol water guns in their hands did not relax in the slightest, continuing to blast at the female soldiers' wounds.

Su Qingcheng's arms finally couldn't support her anymore, and started to slowly bend...

Just as she was about to collapse, a military boot suddenly stepped on her back, forcing her to maintain the position.

"You want to give up already?" Zhou Mo's cold voice rang out above her, "Do you want to bring shame to your Great-grandfather, to your Su Family?!"

This sentence was like an adrenaline shot; Su Qingcheng suddenly burst out with her last bit of strength, stubbornly holding up her teetering body.