Liang Song set off with Xiaohu toward the mountain path outside the village. The path was rugged, uneven, and riddled with potholes, flanked by dense woods where the occasional bird song could be heard. Liang Song walked with a steady, measured gait, each step firm on the path. Xiaohu followed closely behind; he kept up the rhythm at first, but it wasn't long before he was panting, his forehead beaded with sweat, his pace gradually slowing.
Liang Song looked back at Xiaohu, stopped, and encouraged him, "Xiaohu, hold on. If you can't even take this much fatigue, how can you ever be a soldier? Training in the military is much tougher than this."
Xiaohu gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and quickened his pace to catch up with Liang Song.
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