Chapter 217
Chapter 217: Episode 029 Can I punch you if I find you annoying? (4)
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Flossie Wright lifted her eyes with a hint of boredom, abruptly cutting off Janice Wood’s words, "No."
Blinking, Janice Woods nodded hesitantly, but confusion loomed in her heart.
For someone as excellent as Flossie Wright, it would not be surprising if Nathan Foster took a liking to her, right?
Half an hour into the self-training, Nathan Foster blew the whistle, gathering everyone for unified training.
The two female soldiers who had been tormented by Becca Reyes and Jocelyn Carrington were already half-dead from exhaustion and nearly failed to return to their original positions on time.
When it came to falling skill training, it all boiled down to one word -
Fall in every possible way!
"All stand straight, lean forward naturally, bend your arms, position them in front of your chest, palms facing downwards, keep your legs straight, look up, tuck in your abdomen..."
Nathan Foster loudly explained the actions while the whole audience of over three hundred swiftly responded to his commands. The entire field exhibited a remarkably coordinated posture, and besides the pervasive tension, there was nothing else in the air.
With Nathan Foster’s roaring command, the entire field was instantly filled with uneven sounds of bodies hitting the ground, followed soon after by the raw cries of the new recruits.
"Smack —"
A group of logistics soldiers passing by at a distance, hearing this crescendo of sounds, shivered and instinctively quickened their steps to escape.
Damn it, every time the new recruits practiced falling, they wailed as if they had fallen into the eighteenth layer of hell. These logistics soldiers used to take a detour, to avoid seeing such painful scenes and having nightmares at night.
"You guys..." Nathan Foster looked at the few new recruits who were fully prepared but dared not fall onto the ground. His face unexpectedly darkened, "Do you prefer punishment over compliance?"
A few recruits subconsciously lowered their heads, forcing themselves not to speak up. Most of them were female soldiers who almost broke into tears after his shout.
Many here were spoilt only children. Though not from well-off backgrounds, they were indulged by their families. Who would deliberately hurt themselves by falling hard for no reason? Honestly, it wasn’t so much about fearing pain, it was more about never having done it. There was a psychological barrier, and they simply couldn’t push themselves.
"Speak up if you have any excuses!"
With a grim face, Nathan Foster yelled angrily at them.
"Instructor, I’m scared..."
"I’m scared too..."
"I don’t dare..."
"Instructor, it’s okay if you want to throw me on the ground..."
One by one, they stutteringly explained their reasons. In the end, the male soldiers who were still standing looked at each other nervously, feeling they had lost their dignity.
It was too embarrassing!
But really, they found it difficult to purposely throw themselves onto the ground.
"If you’re scared, say so!" Nathan Foster huffed coldly. Surprisingly, he didn’t make things difficult for them but looked at the over-two hundred people still on the ground exercising falling movements, "Get up! Stand straight!"
In an instant, hundreds of people leapt up from the ground, gathering at the fastest speed. The sound of military boots hitting the ground resounded loudly. Despite some disorganized noise, all the sounds suddenly disappeared, leaving no other sound.
Nathan Foster coldly scanned these neatly lined up new recruits, then suddenly spoke, "Turn left, target: the beach, start running!"
— End of Chapter 217 —