195: Chapter 195 The Raid on San Suoli

Zhou Yang spoke incessantly for half an hour before concluding his speech.

At first, he found it a bit difficult to ramble on, but later he simply brought in the theories of the Great Man, and once he started, he went on for half an hour.

Fortunately, he had read many books in his previous life, and he had covered quite a few of the Great Man's theories.

Otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to say anything at all.

"Mr. Zhou Yang, after listening to your speech, we have benefited greatly." The host's eyes seemed to shine as he looked at Zhou Yang, feeling as if a towering figure stood behind him.

Zhou Yang smiled slightly but did not speak.

We are all bathed in the radiance of the Great Man.

After Zhou Yang stepped off the stage, the host returned to his normal expression.

He quickly adjusted his emotions and said with a smile, "Next is the experience session we have all been looking forward to."

"This experience will be presented by our most elite Iron Blood Special Forces. Now, let us enter the virtual world."

After the host finished speaking, the audience below put on their virtual helmets.

Zhou Yang took the helmet handed to him by Yang Ruoxue and put it on.

As the image before his eyes shifted, Zhou Yang found himself in the virtual trial venue.

At this moment, the host's figure appeared on the stage of the virtual venue.

"Next, we will shift the view to our Iron Blood Special Forces."

The host raised his hand and pointed to the virtual big screen behind him.

Zhou Yang looked over and saw a group of soldiers wearing uniform attire with an extraordinary aura appearing on the screen.

Just by looking at them, one could tell that this was a very elite troop.

On the screen, the square-faced, serious-looking captain of the special forces unit looked at each of the special forces members in front of him.

He shouted loudly, "This is a very important mission. Do you have the confidence to complete it?"

"Yes!"

These special forces members were full of confidence, with soaring morale, and their voices were very loud.

"Good, now, enter the battlefield!"

After the captain finished speaking, the screen went black.

After a moment, it lit up again.

At this time, a short film appeared before the audience in the virtual venue.

"Occupy Samso-ri before dawn." A resonant and powerful voice rang out.

Immediately following, there were panting, urgent shouts.

"Hurry, dash to Samso-ri! Samso-ri is over seventy kilometers away, but we only have fourteen hours left."

The image appeared before the audience in the venue; amidst a mountain range, a group of Chinese Soldiers dressed in cotton military uniforms were running with all their might.

"It's hard, too hard. Making them run 140 li in one night is truly too difficult. Whether they can reach it is uncertain, but it might just be a distance that runs people to death."

"So what? My 38th Army never says no in the face of orders. We only have one sentence: resolutely complete the mission, take the enemy by surprise, and dash to Samso-ri."

"Then let's try it and see if the legs of our Chinese Soldiers can create a miracle."

The scene shifted again; on the mountain road, a continuous stream of people was still running constantly.

"We have already run 35km, everyone keep it up!"

"We can't go on, we've already run people to death, run them to death! The troops must take a break."

"Even if we are just one minute late and let the U.S. IX Corps slip out of this pocket at Samso-ri, wouldn't they have died in vain? Keep running!"

The screen kept changing, showing a group of soldiers wearing steel helmets still running.

"The last fifteen kilometers, hurry!"

Inside a tent, a map appeared on the screen.

It was marked with Samso-ri, as well as the original location of the 11th Division.

"Where has the 113th Division reached?"

"Commander Peng, the 113th Division cannot be contacted."

"Radio silence again, but I trust the 113th Division."

The scene shifted to late at night; in the snow, the Chinese Soldiers were still constantly running forward.

"Only nine kilometers left! Even if we, the 113th Division, run ourselves to death, we will die at Samso-ri!"

Finally, the scene came to daytime.

"We have already occupied the main peak of Samso-ri, and the enemy is only two hundred meters away from us."

"It's blocked, Samso-ri is blocked. The 113th Division reports: arrived five minutes ahead of the enemy and occupied Samso-ri."

With this, the short film ended.

After watching the short film, the group of Old Generals from the military at the venue all frowned tightly.

"Running seventy kilometers in fourteen hours, is this possible?"

"This is impossible, right? Isn't this too exaggerated?"

"Is this something a human can do?"

"After running this distance, even if you don't die, you'd be crippled."

The group of Old Generals discussed in low voices.

They all felt it was too exaggerated.

Is such a forced march really possible?

Before they could continue their discussion, on the screen, the members of the Iron Blood Special Forces had already entered the game.

In the game, the Iron Blood Special Forces captain Zhao Cheng and his team members appeared in a place where the cold wind was bleak.

Zhao Cheng glanced at the surrounding environment; the cold wind was constantly eroding their bodies.

They tightened their slightly thin cotton uniforms.

Just then, a line of text appeared before Zhao Cheng's eyes.

"Mission: Dash to Samso-ri, intercept the U.S. IX Corps, total distance 145 li, mission duration fourteen hours."

After reading these words, Zhao Cheng widened his eyes.

They had just seen the short film too, and were equally shocked.

Not only that, their first reaction was also that this was an impossible mission to complete.

It wasn't that they couldn't run 145 li, but that they couldn't run 145 li within fourteen hours.

"Captain, does this mission really require us to run 145 li within fourteen hours?" Beside Zhao Cheng, a member of the Iron Blood Special Forces said in a somewhat surprised voice.

"Yeah, are you sure this mission can be completed? Isn't this making things difficult for us?" Another special forces member agreed.

"Setting an impossible mission like this, what are we supposed to do?"

"You'd have to be an iron man with iron lungs to be able to run these over seventy kilometers in 14 hours, right?"

Hearing his special forces members all saying this, Zhao Cheng frowned deeply.

He was a bit suspicious about whether the person who made this game really didn't know what it meant to run 145 li in fourteen hours.

Or perhaps the creator knew, but believed it could be done.

Just as he was thinking, someone who looked like an officer ran over from not far away and shouted at them.

"What are you standing there stunned for? Hurry up and catch up, the main force is about to set off."

"We need to run 145 li within fourteen hours and dash to Samso-ri."

Seeing this, Zhao Cheng gritted his teeth, turned to look at the special forces members behind him, and said, "Follow first, let's try running for a bit."

"Yes, Captain."

Hearing Zhao Cheng say this, these special forces members did not continue to complain and immediately obeyed the order.

Zhao Cheng immediately chased after the main force that had already run some distance away.

These special forces members all followed behind Zhao Cheng in an orderly fashion.

They were the unit at the very back of the main force.

They followed behind the main force, constantly running forward.

They felt a bit daunted in their hearts and had no confidence in running the entire distance.