Chapter 930
Chapter 930: Story 064 Flossie Shows Her Power (3)_1
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Another collective silence ensued.
Halve the number within half a month?!
As the spearhead of Eddy Codalt, the amphibious reconnaissance team was well-known, and their words carried weight, compelling others to believe them.
Although they did not often see the chief instructor, they subconsciously believed—
If he said to reduce by half, then it would surely be halved!
It couldn’t possibly be them!
It absolutely couldn’t be them!
—Nearly everyone was inwardly shouting.
For some reason, a silent passion began to well up within them; those few dismissive words from the young chief instructor had successfully ignited their fighting spirit!
They all wanted to stay!
In the past few days of rigid training, their fighting spirit was being gradually eroded. When they could complete all the missions, there was no so-called goal to strive for.
That desire to stay, that passion to exceed themselves, was slowly gathering at the bottom of their hearts, bursting forth like a blazing inferno, as if their very blood was ablaze!
Fighting spirit is a magical thing; grandiose declarations can inspire it, as can setbacks and failures. The disdainful looks, the contemptuous words—if you have a heart that refuses to admit defeat, they will also provoke your fighting spirit!
Those standing here were all molded by the elements, sweat, and persistence into resolute soldiers. They would not be intimidated by a few words from Austin Shepherd.
At that moment, it seemed as if there was a gleam in everyone’s eyes—a dark and shiny gleam, like the stars twinkling in the night sky, amassing into an overwhelming pressure that swept over them. Even Rowdy Brightwill and others standing in the distance could feel their determination.
Austin Shepherd’s expression remained unchanged as he suddenly called out, "Flossie Wright!"
"Your team, armed cross-country, twelve kilometers!"
Great, the reckoning had begun.
"..." After a moment of silence, Flossie Wright responded loudly, "Yes!"
"Jessie Grain!"
"Your team, armed cross-country, seven kilometers!"
"Calvin Ramos!"
One by one, he finished calling out names; Flossie Wright’s and Sandy Cruz’s teams had the farthest to run.
One twelve kilometers, the other sixteen kilometers.
Calvin Ramos’s team only had to run five kilometers.
"Don’t just stand there, start running," said Austin Shepherd, his tone easing as he reminded, "Remember, there’s an emergency assembly tonight. Finish early and get back. Being late is also considered unqualified."
"Damn it! Playing this trick!"
"Shit, hurry up!"
"Isn’t this deliberately tormenting us!"
Instantly, the group boiled over, pouring onto the track en masse, quickly disappearing from sight.
"Emergency assembly tonight?"
Beside him, Drake Easton suddenly asked.
Shrugging, Austin Shepherd spread his hands, "No."
Drake Easton: "..."
Rowdy Brightwill’s mouth twitched, inwardly relieved that he hadn’t encountered Austin Shepherd when he was in training.
"Should I monitor them?" Nathan Foster asked after thinking for a moment, turning to Austin Shepherd.
"No need," Austin Shepherd shook his head.
"What if they slack off?" Nathan Foster frowned.
"They wouldn’t dare."
With so many of them together, not all would be in cahoots. Moreover, they were boiling with passion after being provoked, needing to vent before heading back.
Nathan Foster was at a loss for words.
The Captain was right to appoint him as chief instructor!
In the wee hours, at two o’clock.
The fourteen members led by Flossie Wright finally completed their mission and crawled back to the dormitory, half-dead with fatigue.
"We can finally lie down."
"Who knows when the emergency assembly will be."
"Maybe we should just not undress."
"Damn it, we’re only fifteen in total. How can there be so many conflicts."
"Don’t even know who started it, shit, we’re totally screwed!"
The group, supporting each other, made their way into the dormitory one after another, while also indulging in idle chatter.
But then—
A loud door slam interrupted their grumbles.
The door to Dormitory 101, which had just been pushed open, was suddenly shut by a hand, and in the intense noise that followed, they instinctively quieted down. What came next was a rather cool voice—
"Stand at attention!"
The crisp voice, pausing at each word, carried an oppressing aura that made one’s heart race.
Subconsciously holding their breath, over a dozen people were instantly silent and turned their gaze toward the source of the voice.
Under the faint corridor light standing there was a tall, slender figure in neat training gear, exuding a cold aura. Beneath the brim of the cap were a pair of sharp, glistening eyes that, once they locked onto you, felt like thousands of swords advancing right at you, somewhat startling them.
The figure standing there was Flossie Wright.
Becca Reyes and Jocelyn Carrington glanced at each other, both seeing confusion and bewilderment in each other’s eyes.
No one knew what she intended to do.
But her imposing air and pressure strangely made one’s heart race, unconsciously calming them down.
With a frown, Flossie Wright coldly commanded, "Line up."
The dozen or so, exchanging looks, hesitated to follow her order.
Only Belinda Nichols, Becca Reyes, and Jocelyn Carrington dutifully stood in line as instructed.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Flossie Wright’s tone turned icy, "Don’t make me repeat myself."
The chilling voice, accompanied by the night wind, sent shivers down their spine, chilling to the core.
After a moment, the row of people looked at each other and eventually complied with her command, each one standing orderly in line.
Her gaze darkening, her eyes sweeping over them coldly, Flossie Wright spoke harshly, word by word, "Those who have had conflicts, step forward!"
— End of Chapter 930 —