Chapter 1203
Chapter 1203: The Instructor Wants Us Dead (1)_1
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The second phase of training saw a comprehensive enhancement.
The training ground was no longer confined to the Training Ground; it expanded to encompass all the surrounding mountains and Maritime Territory.
Endurance Training and wilderness survival were all scaled up.
In 20 hours, they had to cover at least 65 kilometers in the mountains; they carried a ten-kilometer load with minimal food, working in pairs, shuttling through treacherous environments such as jungles, deserts, and swamps. Along the way, they not only had to march at double time, but also faced the extreme tests of a lack of supplies, water, and severe sleep deprivation.
The training for shooting capabilities also began focusing on precision shooting.
In precision shooting training, the emphasis was on using sniper rifles for accurate aiming and shooting, and they all had to fire 850 to 1000 rounds of ammunition within the allotted time.
The requirements were strict, and the training was grueling, the Instructor—
Following Drake Easton and Nathan Foster, Flossie Wright thought that the Forces’ Instructors couldn’t be any more severe and fierce, but after meeting Franklin Cody, Flossie fully acknowledged his training methods.
Simplistic and brutal.
He’d give you a training task, mention the standard to reach, and if you didn’t meet the mark, he would punish you.
He wouldn’t support you or deny you; he’d use a cold and violent approach, deigning to speak to you only when it came time to administer punishment.
Flossie was already falling behind in physical fitness, and it showed during the intense training sessions. However, Nancy Phillips, needing to revise material and staying up two extra hours each night to study, suffered from a severe lack of sleep, leading her physical fitness to plummet sharply.
After ten days, Nancy Phillips’s training scores had fallen far behind Flossie’s.
Just then, Jessie Grain, who had nearly recovered from her injuries, left the hospital and rejoined their training.
To Nancy Phillips’s relief, Jessie Grain’s first test score upon her return was ninety-four points, and by the margin of a single point, she became the person to join Nancy Phillips in burning the midnight oil to revise.
At least she had company now.
At the end of July.
At high noon, the sun scorched the earth.
On the beach, the searing temperature seemed capable of charring a person; standing barefoot meant enduring a furnace-like heat, with even the oncoming sea breeze carrying a stifling warmth.
Flossie Wright, Nancy Phillips, and Jessie Grain, dressed in tank tops and shorts, stood with straddled legs, confronting the direct spray of sunlight head-on.
The sun was high overhead, casting their shadows in a perfect circle beneath their feet.
This wasn’t sun protection training, but the most brutal punishment.
"In wilderness survival, just a few ambushers could lead to your complete annihilation!" Franklin Cody stood with hands behind his back, right beside them with a face dark as the bottom of a pot, glaring with bulging eyes, puffing angrily at them, and bellowing in irritation, "What have you done with everything you’ve been taught these days?!"
All three stood still, none daring to make a sound.
Complete annihilation was always a disgrace, no matter the circumstances, and they didn’t have the confidence to retort boldly to Franklin Cody.
Failure was failure.
There were no excuses to give.
In actual missions, no one cared about the reasons; they only looked at the results.
After nearly half an hour of berating, Franklin Cody’s throat was smoking, and with a fierce glance, his gaze landed on Flossie Wright.
"Flossie Wright!" Franklin Cody called out loudly.
Flossie replied firmly.
"Tell me, what was the reason for your demise?" His eyes fierce and stern, Franklin Cody fixed his gaze on Flossie, as if ready to punch her if she didn’t provide a satisfactory explanation on the spot.
— End of Chapter 1203 —