Free Web NovelChapter 588: Chapter 411 Number 1, Rise to Fame!_3
In the few minutes of the halftime break before the second firefighting comprehensive drill, the leading cadre from Liaoning finally hurried over. Accompanying him was Detachment Captain Zhang, who even brought a bunch of local snacks for the comrades from Guizhou.
The cadre from Liaoning, a senior colonel of the Shenyang Detachment, was actually referred to as the Regimental commander. It seemed he already knew about the slump before his arrival. As soon as he reached the scene, he yelled:
"Jiang Yonghui, what are you doing? How can a soldier casually bet on transfers like this?"
Jiang Yonghui was unyielding, "Regimental commander, it’s a competition! It was he who wanted to bet on the transfer!"
The Shenyang Detachment couldn’t afford to lose such a strong warrior. The senior colonel immediately waved his hands to disperse the crowd, saying, "Alright, alright, that’s enough! Focus on preparing for the competition!"
The way the Regimental commander spoke was quite fierce and full of breath, suggesting that he was likely a dominant leader.
But today, he was at the national competition.
The surrounding soldiers, already somewhat excited by the hormones of the competition atmosphere, even made their own bets in the heat of the moment, hoping to leave a good name under the watchful eyes of the dozen or so whole corps.
The tension was already rising, not even a Corps Captain of any contingent could just dispel it.
Didn’t you see Captain Zhang and Chief of Staff Hu also keeping quiet about it?
Suddenly, from somewhere, booing was heard.
"Liaoning is going to renege!"
"Boo..."
The Liaoning Brigade caught in the middle preparing equipment for Jiang Yonghui, as well as the standing senior colonel, looked somewhat embarrassed.
Fang Huai, however, didn’t push too hard but simply looked at Jiang Yonghui and said with a smile:
"Still competing? It’s okay, I’ll listen to you."
This hit right at the Northeasterner’s pride.
A spit and a promise, in front of so many people, they couldn’t afford to tarnish the face of the Republic’s eldest son.
Jiang Yonghui stood upright and said, "Regimental commander! Let me finish the competition! If I lose, I’ll agree to the transfer as he says! Whether or not I can actually go is his business!"
At this, the crowd’s mood changed again.
"Good for you!"
"That’s a man!"
"Compete with him to the end! There’s still a chance!"
The onlookers loved a scene and wouldn’t mind betting an entire detachment, but none of them considered that if the Guiyang Regiment could integrate Jiang Yonghui next year, with Guiyang Number 1, He Zhijun, and Jiang Yonghui teaming up at their peak during the Grand Martial Arts Competition, how others could compete.
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However, many people probably won’t come next year, and even if they thought about it, after watching a lively scene, who cares about the oncoming flood?
The senior colonel was left hanging there, silent for a long while, realizing today’s situation had become thorny, nearly yelling in frustration at Jiang Yonghui.
"Gah! Silly kid playing around!"
Having said that, he walked away cursing and with his hands behind his back towards the Teaching Building.
Zhang Zhongting and Hu Peizhou exchanged a look and tacitly understood that the senior colonel was off to see the leadership.
Old Zhang pushed the snacks towards He Zhijun, patted Fang Huai on the shoulder, left a word, "Compete well," and then turned to head towards the Teaching Building, backing up Fang Huai to hold the fort.
Seeing the anxious and pale-faced Shenyang Detachment Commander, he knew the weight of Jiang Yonghui. As long as Fang Huai could win him over, for such a main force warrior, Old Zhang knew without having to say anything, he had to make every effort to keep him.
Fang Huai looked back and caught a glimpse of Hu Peizhou but realized Old Hu had also left, walking parallel to Old Zhang, he chuckled internally.
Old Hu was competent and stepped up when needed.
With Elder Deng and Hu both going to provide support, he couldn’t drop the ball.
Fang Huai turned back and gave Jiang Yonghui a smile, saying, "Come on, let’s continue! To show respect, I’ll go all out early today!"
...
"Wow."
"Wow!"
"Wow..."
This Number 1, he’s like he’s flying!
He’s putting on a lesson today, "How Steel Is Made"!
"Jiang Yonghui! Total score, 4 minutes 30 seconds 21!"
"Fang Huai! Total score... 4 minutes 18 seconds 88!"
The referee, just another competitor from Anhui, felt as helpless as anyone when announcing Fang Huai’s score.
All dreams of taking the crown, of individual championships, shattered.
This gap is annihilating! The national record has been broken by several seconds! What’s the use of talking about performance, about chances of winning?
"Damn!"
"How could this happen? How could this happen?"
"It’s over, it’s over, I have a feeling."
"What feeling?"
"...This year, it might just be the grand finale of the Grand Martial Arts Competition. Anyone coming in the future will have to live under his shadow."
"I don’t think so; limits are there to be broken! Anyway, now I know that 4 minutes 25 seconds is not the human limit! 4 minutes 18 is! From now on, I’ll train with 4 minutes 18 in mind!"
Fang Huai looked at the speaker and recognized him as Zhu Shujie from Hunan, revealing a wolfish grandmother’s smile:
"How about I bet with you that 4 minutes 18 seconds definitely isn’t the human limit."
On hearing this, Zeng Jieyi’s expression changed drastically, and he quickly shielded Zhu Hongmao behind himself, almost protectively saying:
"Damn, Number 1, what are you up to?"
Fang Huai just chuckled, "Friendly forces, friendly forces!"
After that, he walked up to the somewhat disheartened Liaoning Brigade and the dazed Jiang Yonghui, saying:
"I won, so will you go or not?"
Jiang Yonghui snapped back to reality, clenched his teeth, eager to exude some stubbornness to boost morale for his comrades, but Fang Huai’s question made it hard to show any tenacity no matter how he answered.
