Chapter 1157
Chapter 1157: Why Do You Want to Kill Me? Second Update (3)_1
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Seeing she had made up her mind, Ella Pemberton thought for a moment, then didn’t force her to stay and let her go.
"Alright, regular training, just like before, start now."
With a clap of her hands, Ella Pemberton withdrew her thoughts and said to Jessie Grain and Nancy Phillips.
Around nine o’clock.
Flossie Wright, having finished the test, quickly rushed back.
She had started at seven o’clock, bombarded with a myriad of questions. Flossie had been patient, answering honestly, but the serious and tense atmosphere made her eager to leave.
After enduring for two hours, she finally left the hospital building.
Of course, without any delay, she rushed back.
After grabbing two Steamed Buns from the cooking class, Flossie jogged slowly along a mountain road.
Even Jessie Grain and Nancy Phillips of such caliber dared not slack off in the slightest, not to mention her who was already far behind.
Twelve o’clock.
Flossie Wright had been running for three hours when she returned to Base’s cafeteria.
She just happened to bump into Jessie Grain and the others.
"Flossie, it’s time to rejoin the team."
From a distance, she saw Jessie Grain waving at her and teasing with a smile.
Hesitating briefly, Flossie responded with a smile, then went to get a tray, served herself some food, and directly joined Jessie Grain and Nancy Phillips.
Jessie Grain never openly clashed with anyone, kept a smile on her face, and chatted casually with Flossie, ensuring the atmosphere at the table didn’t become awkward.
As for Nancy Phillips, she chimed in from time to time and didn’t show much hostility towards Flossie.
She competed with Flossie during training, strived to surpass her by every possible means, but that didn’t mean she would target Flossie in every aspect of daily life.
Despite truly being annoyed with Flossie.
"Beep—Beep—Beep—"
Ten minutes for eating.
Just as it ended, the whistle sounded at the entrance.
The Military Officers eating didn’t even look up, accustomed as they were, and just kept eating their meals.
On the field, three people ran over in an organized manner, neatly lining up together.
"As of now, your warm-up exercises are over."
Standing in front of them, Ella Pemberton’s face was stern, exuding an unspoken authority, "Surviving until now doesn’t mean anything special; you don’t even have the qualifications to start. From this afternoon on, I’ll implement real training methods. If anyone wants to back out, is scared, or can’t endure, you can give up now, and I’ll arrange for you to join the sea training."
After finishing, Ella Pemberton asked in a deep voice, "We Marines do not keep the faint-hearted! Are you all prepared?!"
"Prepared!"
The three responded in unison.
Ella Pemberton observed them for a moment, her gaze scanning over each person’s face.
As expected, she didn’t see any trace of fear; instead, she saw faces filled with fighting spirit.
What surprised her was the change in Flossie Wright from her previous calm and laziness; she saw determination in Flossie’s eyes, a resolve to become stronger.
Turning her gaze away, Ella Pemberton did not waste words and began to arrange the new training for them.
As she said, the previous training was just a warm-up.
The training volume, doubled, then doubled again, and doubled yet again.
They mainly focused on three aspects of training: physical fitness, psychological endurance, and shooting proficiency.
They used a variety of exercises to improve these three abilities.
All three had their weaknesses.
Nancy Phillips had weaker psychological endurance and average shooting skills.
Jessie Grain had weaker physical fitness but stronger psychological endurance.
Flossie Wright’s physical fitness was very weak, but her other two areas were almost perfect.
The previous period was spent exploring their strengths and weaknesses and adjusting their weaknesses according to different exercises.
These three areas all required a certain amount of time.
Thinking of this, Ella Pemberton started to worry.
Soon, she would need to take leave, and others would take over her duties.
It was not herself, and she felt uneasy.
In the afternoon, in addition to basic physical fitness training, there was also basic shooting training.
Physical fitness training encompassed many exercises, while basic shooting training was divided into theoretical study and live-fire shooting practice, aiming to enable Snipers to accurately hit targets at distances of 800 meters even in adverse weather conditions.
Theoretical study included tactics, ballistics, shooting techniques, ammunition technology, and knowledge of instruments and equipment.
Live-fire shooting took place on the firing range, with success being the ability to hit a target at an 800-meter distance.
Theoretical study was scheduled by Ella Pemberton for the evening, requiring them to completely master it within a month before moving on to the next phase of training.
Even worse—
The entire day’s training and study meant their usual 11 p.m. bedtime was scrapped, now postponed to 1 a.m. before they could return to the Dormitory to sleep.
From the original six and a half hours, it was reduced to the present four and a half hours.
This was much more brutal than basic training.
So much so that even Jessie Grain and Nancy Phillips, who had exceptional physical endurance, were almost collapsing into a mush by the time they went to bed at night.
Not to mention Flossie Wright.
These excruciating days were like hell, impossible to endure without substantial perseverance.
Two days later.
At five in the afternoon, an exhausted Flossie Wright picked up the Sniper rifle and immediately took aim in the prone position.
She was simply too tired; if she could lie down, she definitely would not stand or even kneel.
Without waiting for Ella Pemberton’s command, Nancy Phillips and Jessie Grain exchanged looks and promptly lay down as well, also exhausted to their limits.
Ella Pemberton didn’t bother with them and simply said, "One hour, aim in the prone position. But all of you watch out; tuck in your clothes and pants properly, don’t let little critters crawl inside."
The three suddenly realized what she meant.
They all looked up simultaneously, only to see Ella Pemberton holding a transparent bag in her hand filled with—an entire bag of—
— End of Chapter 1157 —