Chapter 1585
Chapter 1585: Arrogance in Another Force (5)_1
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"Alright, alright, alright," the captain squeezed out a strained smile and went straight to the point, "Tell me what you’re best at."
"I’m a sniper,"
Flossie quickly responded.
"Then let’s test marksmanship!" the captain declared decisively.
"I’m easy-going, but..." she smiled and leaned in considerately, "it’s the holiday season, it wouldn’t look good on your soldiers to lose face."
"Ha," the captain was so irritated he was practically smoking, and cut in firmly, "That’s not a problem. My soldiers might not excel at everything, but at the very least, they can afford to lose!"
"Then that settles it."
Flossie nodded, her smile growing even more relaxed.
With that reaction, the captain felt as though crushed under a million pounds; he couldn’t even catch a full breath.
If he didn’t put her in her place, his resentment probably wouldn’t clear up until next year!
Five minutes later.
Most of the squad was neatly lined up on the parade ground.
Flossie could confirm that this captain was indeed their commander.
The commander of the third squad.
She gathered this information from the conversations of those soldiers.
Once everyone was lined up, Flossie stood next to the commander,
waiting for his next arrangement.
She was only responsible for taking action.
Before the commander could make the arrangements, a disturbance rippled through the ranks.
Soon after, a surprised voice rang out—
"How... How is it you?!"
The person yelled incredulously, raising their voice.
Instantly, the previously quiet crowd erupted into commotion.
"Who is it?"
"What’s her background?"
"Do you know this female soldier?"
Questions flew from the assembled group.
The commander glanced at Flossie, then, puzzled, looked over at the ranks.
After a moment, he pointed at the platoon leader who had been there earlier, motioned him over, and snatched the whistle from his hand.
"Whistle—whistle—whistle—"
He put the whistle to his mouth and blew three sharp blasts.
At last, the noise from the excited squad was hushed by the whistle blasts, and silence fell.
Flossie touched the brim of her cap and involuntarily raised her brows.
Indeed, military is always military, the way they suppress restlessness is the same everywhere.
With a slight smirk and further amusement in her eyes, Flossie found the entire situation even more interesting.
The game hadn’t even started. How could she let it be interrupted like this?
"Who was speaking just now?!"
The commander raised his voice and shouted into the ranks.
"It was me!"
A voice promptly responded from the group.
It belonged to a young soldier, his skin tanned dark but his eyes were remarkably bright.
"Do you know her?"
The commander gazed at him intently, asking word by word.
"This..." the soldier immediately scratched his head, becoming uncertain, and guessed, "Maybe."
"What do you mean ’maybe’!" The commander lost his temper, glaring at him, and yelled, "Fall out!"
The soldier instantly dropped his uncertainty.
He quickly stiffened up and stepped out of line, walking to the commander’s side.
Standing at attention, he looked straight ahead unblinkingly.
"Why are you looking at me," the commander said irritably, pointing at Flossie, "I told you to look at her!"
Thus, the scolded soldier obediently turned around, took a few steps towards her, and began to scrutinize Flossie closely.
She did look familiar.
But, the last time he saw her, she had military camouflage on her face. Now, with her clean, unblemished face and staring at her delicate features, he felt unexpectedly nervous.
And once swept by her cold gaze, his already unsettled heart began to beat rapidly.
He didn’t even have the courage to meet her eyes.
"I’m still not certain,"
After looking for a while, the soldier spoke to the commander with increasing uncertainty.
"Spit it out, what’s going on?!"
The commander shouted at him, beside himself with anger.
He really wanted to kick him a couple of times!
In the office building, on the third floor.
Commander Glenn Hutchinson, having just finished presenting his proposal and preparing to sit down in a boring meeting,
Glanced out the window on a whim, and took a look at the parade ground outside.
At first glance, he saw a familiar figure on the field.
Glenn Hutchinson immediately felt a headache coming on.
— End of Chapter 1585 —