Chapter 47
Chapter 47: Episode 025 Sneaky and Slippery (1)
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As soon as Rowdy Brightwill’s words fell, all the female soldiers’ gazes abruptly landed on Flossie Wright. Their threatening and warning gazes seemed to wish that Flossie would disappear then and there.
It was well-known that Flossie’s physical strength was the worst among them. Every time they performed morning training, she not only fell behind, she fell the farthest behind. If they were to compete with the slowest, no matter how fast they ran, they would still be held back by Flossie in the end.
Janice Wood, standing next to Flossie, obviously felt their hostility. A surge of anger kindled in her eyes. Just as she was about to glare back at them, Flossie lightly touched her hand. She turned her head in surprise to look at Flossie, only to see the latter gently shaking her head, indicating that she should not quibble with these people.
Taking a deep breath, though somewhat unwilling, Janice suppressed her anger.
"What are you standing around for? Run."
Glancing at the bunch of soldiers standing upright and unmoving, Rowdy Brightwell casually raised an eyebrow and casually issued the order.
The soldiers, accustomed to obeying orders, were momentarily baffled by such a casual command. It wasn’t until they saw the first one start running that they realized what was happening and started running as well.
The instructor training the male soldiers watched the chaotic crowd with a stunned expression, a clear look of surprise on his face.
He had been leading soldiers for a while, but where had he seen such a mess as soon as the race started?
"You’ll get used to it." Abram Phillips patted his shoulder, commiserating with him.
A short time ago, Abram Phillips had observed Rowdy Brightwell’s combat training class. He had innocently thought that soldiers trained in one force would be similar and that Rowdy Brightwell would maintain a straight face and intimidate the new soldiers like Drake Easton. However, to his surprise, aside from being ruthless, there were no similarities between the two. Rowdy Brightwell never respected the so-called rules, and his training methods naturally diverged from the "standard" ones.
"Ah," the instructor nodded heavily, then sighed deeply, "I don’t know what tricks they’re up to."
This emergency assembly was, in fact, a decision they all made together. The primary purpose was to cultivate the soldiers’ vigilance, keeping them in a state of readiness. Running exercises in the middle of the night were common, and he never opposed them, but setting rules to "race the slowest" was something unexpected.
Female soldiers couldn’t compete physically with male soldiers, and a competition was out of the question. With such rules, were they going to let those who ran the fastest be dragged down by the slowest, and be punished together in the end?
That’s just not fair.
"Perhaps they want to take a look at the overall situation," compared to the worried instructor, Abram Phillips seemed quite calm, "I think it’s quite a good idea."
The training of the new soldiers was always progressive, their runs increased from three to five kilometers, from light to heavy gear, from the parade ground to the mountains. Each soldier’s physical standard was slowly increased.
But the longest distance they had ever run during a fully loaded cross-country run was five kilometers. Carrying nearly twenty pounds and running ten kilometers was something they had never done before.
Some savvy soldiers started steady and slow, following the large group, letting those desperate for quick results run at the front, and only started to gradually speed up after the first four or five kilometers. As the front runners started to tire, they then made their final sprint. Some thought that since someone would be dragging the group down, their results wouldn’t count. They were content to run at the back, with a calm and peaceful mindset, aiming to overtake a few and be safe from any repercussions.
— End of Chapter 47 —