Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife-Chapter 1057: Rapid Progress (4)

Everyone present, including An Yiqing, remained silent. Chiang Yi was right—if this were a real battlefield, five seconds would be enough for them to meet their end in the Underworld.

They were too complacent, mistakenly believing that being at ’Red Thorn’ meant they could sleep soundly. But that was far from the truth!

A night raid drill had exposed everyone’s shortcomings.

"The second objective of the raid is for you all to train with me! Mud swamp training!"

...Mud swamp...training? What is that?

When everyone was brought to the destination, they all felt like crying without tears.

In front of them was a huge natural mud swamp, nearly the size of two soccer fields. The mud swamp was filled with dark gray mud mixed with dirty water, along with all sorts of weeds and stones. An Yiqing even felt that the swamp might contain... poop...

"Everyone but number 1001, divide into pairs, forming fifty small teams. Carry those logs over there and run around the mud swamp thirty times! If you don’t finish by 7 a.m. today, you’ll go hungry!"

Having said that, Chiang Yi’s piercing gaze landed on An Yiqing.

"1001! You carry one log by yourself and run with them!"

Everyone looked over to see neatly stacked, thick logs at one end of the mud swamp. Judging by the condition of the logs, they seemed to be freshly sawed. Each log was about as thick as the mouth of a standard basin, and at a glance, each log weighed at least seventy pounds. The log An Yiqing had to carry was a bit smaller, probably around fifty pounds.

But that wasn’t the point. The point was that they had to carry these logs and run thirty laps in the mud swamp that was deep enough to submerge their thighs!

This was more exhausting than running thirty laps in a swimming pool on foot!

An Yiqing slightly raised her willow-like eyebrows without a trace, stepped forward and stood in front of the log without a word. She bent down and tentatively lifted the log to gauge its weight.

Hmm, fifty pounds, roughly the weight of two to three bags of rice!

She stood up, bent over, stretched out her hands, sank her breath to her Dantian, and lifted a basin-mouth thick, fifty-pound log like she was lifting a barbell with a fierce motion.

"Holy crap! She’s like a female Hercules!"

Ye Hong, who had just entered with Gu Yelin, couldn’t help but exclaim as he saw the slender An Yiqing shouldering the terrifyingly thick log.

An Yiqing, who had just gotten a good grip on the balance, twitched the corners of her mouth and rolled her eyes at Ye Hong from afar.

Dammit, carrying a fifty-pound log is way harder than carrying fifty pounds of rice!

This was the only thought in An Yiqing’s mind at the moment!

No matter how heavy rice is, its small size makes it easy to carry. But this log was at least two meters long, carrying it and walking in the nearly impassable mud swamp made it impossible to find balance.

With An Yiqing taking the lead, An Zhifeng and others also formed two-person teams, hoisted logs weighing over seventy pounds, and jumped into the mud swamp.

"Tsk tsk, Boss, you really know how to push the limits! Two people carrying a log in the mud swamp might be possible to run with, but Xiao Qing is carrying a log by herself, do you think she is a level gauge?"

Gu Yelin coldly glanced at Ye Hong who never thought the situation was too big, then turned away and left.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to stay, but he was afraid he couldn’t control himself and would end up carrying her out.

At this moment, in the mud swamp, An Yiqing was carrying a log by herself, struggling to move forward in the swamp that had submerged up to her waist. In such a mud swamp, running was nothing but a pipe dream.fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm