Chapter 1163
Chapter 1163: Practical Mission (6)_1
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"So," hesitating for a moment, Ella Pemberton asked uncertainly, "Flossie Wright, will she do?"
His pace halted, Glenn Hutchinson looked towards her and said with certainty, "For now, no."
Ella Pemberton was slightly taken aback.
Temporary meant that he had considered Flossie Wright, but she just wasn’t qualified yet.
Thinking this over, a faint smile appeared on Ella Pemberton’s face as she asked, "Is it because of her physical fitness?"
"Partly," Glenn Hutchinson said in a deep voice.
Compared to the first time he invited Flossie Wright, he no longer had such a strong desire.
Flossie Wright...
Indeed, to become a special forces soldier, or rather, to become one of their special forces, she definitely had the capability.
Given enough time, she could very well become an excellent soldier.
He wanted to keep Flossie Wright, and since she was quite capable, he had extended an invitation to her in advance.
At the time, he had not considered things thoroughly.
He had forgotten to consider that Flossie Wright did not like the Forces, nor did he know when she would accept the Forces.
He vaguely felt that it was because he was a military man that Wright would not readily accept him.
Now seeing things clearly, he knew he could not accommodate such a subordinate.
He could be tolerant of many things about Flossie Wright and try his best to guide her, but he would not have such patience with his own soldiers.
He only needed qualified people.
Qualified, not only in terms of ability but also in terms of ideological consciousness.
And, the current Flossie Wright, was far from qualified.
He would keep a position for Flossie Wright, but he was not in a hurry for her to take it, nor would he urge her.
"Partly?" Ella Pemberton was clearly surprised.
In her view, aside from physical fitness, Flossie Wright had no other flaws.
Glenn Hutchinson nodded, but didn’t answer her, "I will come back in December to reassess her then."
"Okay," Ella Pemberton agreed readily, "When are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow morning," Glenn Hutchinson said.
"Do you want to say goodbye to her?" she asked gently, adding, "We’ll be training on the mountain tomorrow."
Ella Pemberton had learned from Bard Walker that Glenn Hutchinson had been interested in Flossie Wright all along, but in her view, the two of them didn’t seem to get along well.
She thought that Glenn Hutchinson was indeed a good man, and for someone like Flossie Wright, probably only someone like Glenn Hutchinson could keep her in check. The two together would indeed be a perfect match, so she was inclined to play matchmaker for them.
"No need," Glenn Hutchinson said quietly, "She doesn’t want to see me for now."
Ella Pemberton couldn’t hide her astonishment.
Had the two of them really fallen out?
Glenn Hutchinson clearly didn’t intend to elaborate, and after asking about the key points and exchanging a few words with her, he took his leave.
Watching him walk away, Ella Pemberton frowned slightly, deep in thought.
It seemed both of them were quite emotional.
It took less than ten minutes for Flossie Wright and her two comrades to finish dinner.
Then, in the following twenty minutes, they hurried back to the Dormitory, showered from head to toe to get rid of the stench of bugs.
Half an hour passed.
Ella Pemberton was waiting for them downstairs at the Dormitory.
Physical training, Theoretical Training, physical training.
Over and over, back and forth.
For the coming period, their lives would consist only of training, training, training.
Monotonous and tedious training.
Every few days, Ella Pemberton would give them a "surprise," appropriately increasing their training load. And each "change" was a day in hell for them because you couldn’t predict how extreme Pemberton’s minor alterations could be.
For example, during the afternoon’s shooting practice, Ella Pemberton started replacing harmless bugs with poisonous ones, and they had to remain completely still to avoid the bites as much as possible.
Eventually, Ella Pemberton upped the ante and switched to snakes.
From non-poisonous to slightly poisonous, in any case, she had two Medical Staff on standby, ready with serum.
Nancy Phillips and Jessie Grain often got stung, while Flossie Wright was usually lucky enough to dodge it, but she had her bad moments too, like the time she got bitten by a venomous snake. The Medical Staff were a bit slow, resulting in her spending the whole day in the hospital.
However, freshly recovered and still weak, she had to go back and start high-intensity training again as soon as she returned.
Compared to the new recruit training, they no longer faced the threat of elimination, but the drive to not admit defeat and to keep on persevering became their most formidable pressure.
Among them, who was willing to concede defeat?
No one was inferior to anyone else, no one was better than anyone else, they were constantly competing, and through this competition, they began to form friendships and help each other out.
There were three days left until the end of their first phase of training.
At three in the morning, an urgent alarm sounded throughout the Base.
Emergency assembly!
It had been nearly a month since they last heard this sound, and the three women in the female soldier dormitory hesitated for a moment before quickly dressing and jumping out of bed.
Fully armed, they grabbed their equipment and ran downstairs to assemble.
No sooner had they arrived for the assembly than two soldiers, with serious expressions and in silence, issued live ammunition beside Ella Pemberton.
Yes, live rounds.
Live rounds and blanks weren’t too different, and if you weren’t used to handling them, you wouldn’t notice.
Flossie Wright was familiar with various types of ammunition; in her previous life, she had never dealt with so-called blank rounds.
She had only come into contact with them in the Forces.
Naturally, the moment she touched them, she realized.
Quickly, Nancy Phillips and Jessie Grain took the bullets, and the subtle feeling made them pay attention. Soon after, they all realized.
Live rounds!
Could it be—
A real combat mission?!
All three were guessing in their minds.
— End of Chapter 1163 —