On the vast open grounds, there were no weeds or trees, only gravel and dirt. Wheels rolled over the earth, raising dust that drifted everywhere.
And in such a field, two-thirds of the ground was covered by barbed wire, stretching for a distance of three kilometers. At a glance, it was terrifying.
When Chen Shuhao and the others arrived, they saw quite a few figures crawling on the ground. Under the barbed wire, their movements were standard, but in the state of exhaustion, their speed wasn't as fast as anticipated.
Sweat and dirt mixed together, some even drilled straight into their mouths, noses, and eyes, leaving them all with grimy faces.
—They had to crawl under the barbed wire to reach the finish line.
Afterward, they had to set up camp at the finish point.
For Chen Shuhao and others who had experienced harsher routes created by Mo Shangjun, seeing such a project, they only wished they could faint on the spot and wake up on the other side.
It was too cruel.
