Chapter 883
Chapter 883: Story No. 056 Flossie Wright Becomes Captain (12)_1
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Soon, a group of soldiers dressed in training uniforms successively stepped down from the front doors of three buses.
Rows and rows of ocean camouflage...
It was dazzling to behold.
The first two buses carried male soldiers, while the last one carried female soldiers. By a conservative estimate, there were about three hundred who had arrived in one go.
"Beep—" Nathan Foster blew a sharp whistle and made a gesture to form ranks, shouting loudly, "Assemble!"
At the same time, the female military officer also organized the female soldiers into ranks.
Even burdened with heavy rucksacks, hundreds of people began to line up without a whisper of complaint, their faces stern.
Among the new recruits, there were some with good eyesight who noticed that among the newcomers, many were carrying the ranks of military officers!
Wasn’t that rather bizarre?!
Gradually, a growing murmur of discussion grew louder.
Suddenly, a loud whistle sounded from the front row.
Rowdy Brightwill swept his gaze over all the new recruits, his voice ringing out powerfully.
The recruits were inwardly startled and tacitly fell silent.
They stood properly in the military posture!
𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
Just as the recruits had guessed, those newcomers were veteran soldiers who had joined the forces before them.
They were to train together with the recruits.
Under the commands of Nathan Foster and the female military officer, all the veteran soldiers orderly made their way toward the two dormitory buildings.
Dormitory assignments were made freely, with the condition that everyone had a place to stay. It wasn’t necessary to fill every dormitory to capacity.
After the recruits’ half-hour of military posture was over, the veterans had also stowed their luggage and then stood in orderly ranks among them.
Watching the growing number of people, Austin Shepherd glanced down at the list in his hands.
There were only forty-six new recruits left.
The presence of the veterans made the existence of the recruits feel as though it had diminished to zero.
One hundred and eight female soldiers, two hundred and five male soldiers.
A total of three hundred and fifty-nine soldiers.
It was unknown how many would remain in the end.
"It seems everyone has arrived," putting down the list, Austin Shepherd’s expression was serious as he scanned over the rows of people and spoke out loud, "Now, I’ll introduce our roles."
Even facing so many people, Austin Shepherd maintained a steady composure, his speech measured and forceful.
It wasn’t just him—all the instructors were composed and serious, showing not a hint of timidity.
Austin Shepherd was the chief instructor, in charge of the 359 soldiers present.
Nathan Foster and Drake Easton were deputy instructors, managing all the male soldiers.
Nancy Phillips was the chief instructor for the female soldiers and was also the shooting instructor.
Additionally, there was another deputy instructor, the female military officer who had just organized all the female soldiers, called Ciara Clark.
There were two hand-to-hand combat instructors, one male and one female, Rowdy Brightwill and another female military officer, Maggie Summerton.
Similarly, there were two diving instructors, one male and one female, Oscar Bluen and Violet Evans.
The nine instructors each introduced their roles.
"Now," his voice growing deeper, Austin Shepherd paused for a moment before raising his voice, "male and female soldiers, each select two team leaders, distinguishing between new recruits and veterans. The team leaders will be decided by the instructors."
As his words fell, the atmosphere among the instructors grew more serious.
In the past, there had been no team leaders.
However, when new recruits and veterans trained together, conflicts were incessant and would flare up at the slightest provocation.
This year, after much deliberation, they decided to select team leaders to help mediate the relationship between new recruits and veterans.
The new recruits naturally had no objections.
But among the veterans, many being officers with prideful demeanor, it was difficult for them to accept who would be the team leader.
Still newly arrived and unfamiliar with the situation, none dared speak out.
Nathan Foster stepped forward and declared firmly, "The team leader for the veterans, Sandy Cruz. For the new recruits, Calvin Ramos."
At the same time—
Nancy Phillips also stepped forward.
Her gaze swept over the rows of female soldiers, Nancy Phillips’s eyes somber, she declared with conviction, "The team leader for the veterans, Jessie Grain. For the new recruits, Flossie Wright!"
Hearing her own name, Flossie Wright, who had been unconcerned, raised her eyes.
— End of Chapter 883 —