Only a person with charisma could become a commander. A soldier who couldn't win the trust of his comrades could only be considered an excellent soldier at most, but not a commander.
Obviously, Han Sen already had a certain characteristic, but he didn't have the chance to show it yet.
Sweat dripped down freely, and steam rose from his muscles. Han Sen was like a beast that was about to ignite, displaying the wildness and instincts of life as he quickly sprinted towards the finish line.
Many soldiers clenched their fists and stared at Han Sen without blinking, as if they were sprinting together with Han Sen.
The moment Han Sen crossed the finish line, everyone felt as if they had exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. It was an indescribable feeling of relief.
No one knew who took the lead, but thunderous applause rang out.
"Reporting to sir, cook soldier Han Sen has completed the test. Please give me your instructions." Han Sen saluted to the officer in charge of the inspection.
As he waved his arms, his sweat flew. Under the sunlight, it was like the morning light, full of vitality and vitality.
"At ease, attention. You did well. You can return to the team now," the officer said with a smile.
Seeing Han Sen return to the team, the chief said two sentences, "Very good … Really good … This is more like a soldier of our Southwest Military Region …"
The secretary, who knew the chief very well, had a very different understanding of the chief's short sentence.
Based on the secretary's understanding of the chief, if the chief said it was good, it was a great acknowledgment, or even admiration.
If he said it was good, it meant that he admired the other party very much. Now that he said it twice in a row, and each time his tone was stronger than the last, it was obvious that he was very excited. The secretary rarely saw the chief say the same thing twice in a row. This was almost impossible to see from him, but he said it.
"Brother, you're good. You really made it." Han Sen returned to his seat. The young soldier patted Han Sen excitedly, looking very excited.
"It's nothing." Han Sen licked his lips and sat down in his seat.
Han Sen's body was sore. Although he hadn't been sprinting for a long time, it had cost him a lot of energy. Fortunately, he had Jadeskin. Otherwise, his body would have collapsed.
Han Sen was now very tired. He wished he could immediately fall asleep on the ground. Unfortunately, he still had other projects to continue, so Han Sen could not rest.
Fortunately, the following events did not have much to do with physical strength. Shooting, warframe operation, combat machinery disassembly and assembly, and other technical events were the main focus of modern military competitions.
In an interstellar war, technological means were still the number one combat power. Unless one reached the level of surpassers, a single soldier's combat power would not be as good as a battle armor, let alone a large weapon.
The various skills Han Sen learned in military school came in handy here, so Han Sen scored very high in all the projects. He could be said to be an all-around soldier.
Although Teuil's performance was also very good, Han Sen was not inferior. In several projects, the two of them won and lost. They were either first or second. For a while, they were evenly matched.
All the soldiers were very satisfied. Han Sen, as a cookhouse soldier of the Southwest Military, was able to compete with the elite of the Blueblood Special Forces. He won a lot of face for the soldiers of the Southwest Military and left a deep impression on the soldiers.
Although Zheng Yuze's performance in the following projects was also good, he could not compare with Han Sen and Teuil. In the end, when the overall score was evaluated, Han Sen actually won first place by 0.2 points, which made the soldiers of the Southwest Military cheer.
The way Teuil looked at Han Sen was not as dismissive as before, but he still did not treat Han Sen as an opponent.
Although Han Sen's performance was good, he was able to beat Teuil mainly because he got the advantage in some technical projects, not because Han Sen's combat power was stronger than Teuil's.
In the final battle of the Soldier King, it was a one-on-one free fight. This was a competition of personal strength, and Teuil was very confident about it.
Han Sen did not speak. He was just trying to recover his strength and wait for the next battle of the Soldier King.
In the end, only the top four people were qualified to participate in the battle of the Soldier King. In addition to Han Sen and Teuil, there was only Zheng Yuze and another soldier from a Marine Corps. Wang Gang did not make it to the top four.
The four people were divided into two groups. The winners would decide the first and second place, and the losers would decide the third and fourth place.
The groups were decided by drawing lots. Han Sen and Teuil were lucky to be in the same group, which meant the final battle was coming early.
This was good news for Han Sen. He had not fully recovered. If he fought Teuil first, he would be even weaker.
"If I could learn the third spell of the Heresy Mantra, Long Life, I would be able to solve the problem of my lack of strength. But the third spell is too difficult. I have been practicing it for so long, and I still haven't learned it," Han Sen thought helplessly.
However, it was useless to think about it now. He had to find a way to beat Teuil.
Southwest Soldier King, although Han Sen was not very interested in this title, he had to beat Teuil. Han Sen would not give the position of guard to anyone else.
Zheng Yuze's fight started first, which gave Han Sen more time to rest.
Zheng Yuze and another soldier fought for more than half an hour, and Zheng Yuze won in the end. If Han Sen could beat Teuil, he would have to compete with Zheng Yuze for the title of Southwest Soldier King.
When it was Han Sen's turn, Han Sen moved his body and felt the soreness in his body was relieved.
For more than half an hour, he had been using Jadeskin to relieve his fatigue. It seemed to be working well.
Teuil walked to the stage and stood across from Han Sen.
Han Sen was not short, but Teuil was one head taller than him, which was very intimidating.
However, Han Sen did not feel anything. He had seen many creatures that were dozens of meters tall, and he was not afraid at all. In addition, Teuil was only one head taller than him.
The moment the whistle sounded, Han Sen stepped forward and punched Teuil in the chest.
Tie Yi stood where he was and did not move. He looked at Han Sen with disdain. His skin had the golden color of Buddha, and he looked like a metal god for a moment.
Teuil was going to use Super Diamond Body to take Han Sen's punch, and did not try to block it at all. This made the soldiers of Southwest boos, who were not happy with Teuil's arrogance.