Chapter 1417
Chapter 1417: I Don’t Train Female Soldiers (5)_1
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"Do you think she’s that kind of person?" Narrowing her eyes slightly, Becca Reyes lifted a hand and patted the collar of her shirt.
As if the moment Chloe Bell nodded, her fist would smash ruthlessly into Chloe’s nose.
"It can’t be..." Chloe Bell hesitated, then asked, unable to suppress her curiosity, "Then what’s the reason?"
"Do you think you could beat Cassie Ferguson just by talking to me?"
Asking leisurely, Becca Reyes removed her hand from Chloe’s collar.
Chloe Bell shrugged; the answer was self-evident.
After all—
She also didn’t believe that Flossie Wright, their martial arts instructor, really had any miraculous method to train them far beyond other forces.
"Speaking of which, is your martial arts instructor any good?"
Thinking about the martial arts instructor, though Chloe Bell was skeptical, she still asked with suspicion.
"Martial arts instructor?" Becca Reyes raised an eyebrow, suddenly interested, "Let me see..."
Chloe Bell watched her, puzzled.
Was their former martial arts instructor now working here?
While still confused, Becca Reyes suddenly patted her shoulder, lifted a hand, and pointed somewhere, "Look."
Chloe Bell followed her gaze.
There was a group of cadets, just like them.
Not a single instructor in sight.
"The handsomest one there... oh, no, Sandy Cruz is a bit handsomer. That one who’s smiling so brightly, really handsome, earnestly listening to others speak, the cultured hunk."
In a determined search, Chloe Bell finally found someone matching the description Becca had given.
He was a hunk who didn’t need anyone else’s praise, a hunk so striking that even strangers could recognize at a glance.
Young, vibrant, pleasing to the eye, handsome.
Truly, truly handsome.
His facial features and the clean aura radiating off his entire being made him glow, and just one look made it hard to glance away.
"How about it, handsome, right?" Seeing Chloe Bell’s infatuated expression, Becca Reyes smirked triumphantly.
"Handsome!"
Chloe Bell nodded emphatically.
Whoever dared to say he wasn’t handsome, she’d have to rush over and fight them!
Looking like that, he was practically a demon!
"Do you believe it?"
"Believe what?"
"That he’s the martial arts instructor."
"Believe!" Chloe Bell replied without hesitation, immediately adding with a smile to Becca Reyes, "Introduce me sometime, I can find him for practice when I’m free."
"Just drool all you want."
Patting her shoulder, Becca Reyes spoke with earnest advice.
Then she strode off.
It was almost time to assemble; she didn’t feel like chatting anymore.
Chloe Bell stood still, but her gaze uncontrollably kept sneaking glances toward Rowdy Brightwill.
Flossie Wright controlled the pace.
Almost right after eating, the assembly whistle sounded.
In just a couple of minutes, everyone lined up in pairs.
Flossie noticed that Glenn Hutchinson hadn’t shown up; the one standing the furthest in front was still the annoying Joshua Bailey.
The morning was still for training.
Even more intense training.
There is no armed swimming in the subjects, but cross-country running is indispensable.
In addition, there are a variety of subjects, such as climbing up and down hook ladders 300 times, going through a 30-meter barbed wire crawl back and forth 300 times, 400-meter obstacles back and forth 100 times, lifting 15 kg dumbbells 150 times, using the tension trainer 100 times, doing arm strength exercises 100 times...
Most of them are basic physical training.
However, there is an essential shooting training in the middle.
There is no time limit for the subjects, Joshua Bailey’s original words were—"No matter how long you take, as long as you complete the mission, that’s fine."
Only for shooting training, they need to assemble three rifles within the stipulated time, shoot all the bullets in three magazines, and must achieve a certain score.
If they fail to qualify, they must run ten laps on the training ground, and then come back to continue shooting.
If they fail to qualify multiple times, they basically can only spend the entire morning on the training ground.
Furthermore—
If the prescribed training tasks have not been completed by the start of lunch, then, you can only miss that meal.
Eleven in the morning.
The last student who failed was impatiently glared at by shooting Instructor Dallion Collins for half an hour before he reluctantly considered him qualified and directly kicked him out of the shooting range.
After that, Dallion Collins went to the office building.
Glenn Hutchinson’s office.
Knock, knock, knock.
Dallion Collins knocked on the door.
The sound of typing paused briefly as Glenn Hutchinson called out without lifting his head.
Dallion Collins angrily pushed the door open.
Sensing the surging rage, Glenn Hutchinson stopped his typing, slightly raised his eyes, and looked at Dallion Collins who quickly walked up to his desk.
"What’s the matter?"
Seeing Dallion Collins’s disgruntled expression, Glenn Hutchinson asked casually.
"Here’s the report card."
Dallion Collins slammed two printed A4 papers onto the desk.
"Are they all unsatisfactory?" Without looking at the report card, Glenn Hutchinson asked bluntly.
"Less than ten passed on the first attempt," Dallion Collins replied with a bad tone, obviously still harboring some anger.
In the past, the shooting instructor was the veteran Sniper Jullian Rankin; this was Dallion Collins’s second time as a shooting instructor.
Glenn Hutchinson picked up the report card and quickly scanned it.
They were all the same standards as before.
However, in terms of proportion, the results indeed declined.
Those who qualified on the first attempt numbered only nine, some of whom were snipers, such as Flossie Wright, Jessie Grain...
There were also seven or eight who failed to qualify after five attempts.
Are the shooting scores generally getting worse?
Or is it that the quality of the troops this time is not up to par?
"Who are you angry at?" Putting down the report card, Glenn Hutchinson suddenly asked.
"I don’t know!" Dallion Collins uncharacteristically grimaced.
"Go pour a cup of water."
Glenn Hutchinson tapped the desk and spoke unexpectedly.
Dallion Collins hesitated for a moment, then honestly went to pour him a glass of water.
Before long, Dallion Collins
"Most of those who failed more than three times are female soldiers," Glenn Hutchinson pointed out the report card and spoke gravely.
Dallion Collins stared steadily at him.
"What do you want to say?" Without beating around the bush, Glenn Hutchinson asked directly.
Given Dallion Collins’s temperament, the huge rage earlier was probably just an act for his benefit.
Hearing him ask that, Dallion Collins immediately composed himself, and stated firmly, "I won’t train female soldiers!"
— End of Chapter 1417 —