Chapter 1122
Chapter 1122: They Are Frogmen, Asking for More Votes (7)_1
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Belinda Nichols’s summary was straightforward.
First, training had begun, and the training volume had doubled, which she found to be still manageable.
Second, they would start sea training with the male soldiers in two days. Flossie Wright, Jessie Grain, and Nancy Phillips began sniper training and didn’t need to participate.
Third, Stuart Weston had confessed to Becca Reyes, who was now avoiding him.
"Confessed?"
Flossie Wright seized the last key point.
"Hmm." Belinda Nichols responded nonchalantly.
"When did it happen?" Flossie raised an eyebrow, quite curious.
"Last night."
"What was the scene like?"
"He ran fifty laps, probably got a fever in his head," Belinda Nichols said tersely.
Flossie Wright’s eyebrows lifted, understanding the "he" she referred to was Stuart Weston.
So to her, Stuart Weston’s confession was due to a feverish brain?
Not necessarily.
Stuart Weston was a bit impulsive, but having suppressed his feelings for so long without formally confessing to Becca Reyes, now was even less likely.
Running fifty laps, probably because he couldn’t drink some alcohol to bolster a cowardly courage, just had to warm up by running.
What triggered it?
Flossie Wright pondered.
Before long, Flossie Wright continued to ask, "Anything else?"
After thinking for a moment, Belinda Nichols looked up slightly and said, "Sandy Cruz came looking for you."
"Hmm?" Flossie Wright looked up, puzzled, "What for?"
"Didn’t say."
Flossie Wright rested her chin on her hand.
Before she could think further, she heard Jessie Grain finish her shower and open the door. She tilted her head slightly toward the balcony and then said, "Let’s sleep first."
Even Jessie Grain was this exhausted; she had to maintain her energy levels.
Nodding, Belinda Nichols put down her book and stood up from the chair.
The two climbed into their beds, one after the other.
Without a word, they closed their eyes, and slept.
The next day.
The wake-up call sounded.
People inside the Dormitory quickly got dressed and rushed out.
All being qualified professional military personnel, everyone moved swiftly and assembled on the parade ground in front of the building in less than two minutes.
Ella Pemberton had already been waiting for a while.
She had none of her usual amiability when meeting everyone.
Standing in front of the troops was a woman soldier, utterly unlike what her memory suggested, serious, rigid, with a cold expression on her face. She looked even more dangerous than Nancy Phillips when she was an Instructor.
"Flossie Wright!"
"Jessie Grain!"
"Nancy Phillips!"
"Step forward!"
Ella Pemberton shouted loudly.
Quickly, the three of them walked to the front of the formation.
After a cold glance at them, Ella Pemberton turned her gaze towards the rows of troops.
"Ciara Clark!"
"Violet Evans!"
"Step forward!"
Following Ella Pemberton’s command, Ciara Clark and Violet Evans stood out.
Looking at the two, Ella Pemberton issued an order, "You two, lead them in training."
Both stood at attention, voicing their acknowledgment with stern faces.
"Go ahead."
Ella Pemberton instructed, passing over two whistles.
Ciara Clark and Violet Evans exchanged glances, took the whistles, and then began to lead the training of others.
"Everyone has, Attention, At-ease!... Right turn, March, Destination, Parade ground, Thirty laps!"
With Ciara Clark’s command, the rhythmic footsteps began, and while the sound reached their ears, it gradually faded into the distance.
— End of Chapter 1122 —