Chapter 935
Chapter 935 Sandy Cruz Cooperation (1)_1
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Morning exercise, a five-kilometer cross-country run, three kilometers through muddy roads, five kilometers carrying logs, five sets of five-hundred, 400-meter obstacles.
In the morning, mud rolling, shooting, grenade throwing, climbing steep cliffs.
In the afternoon, hand-to-hand combat, diving, a five-kilometer armed swim, endurance training.
In the evening, a five-kilometer cross-country run, and theoretical studies of various mechanical equipment and combat methods.
On the training schedule, these were just the basic items, the detailed items were not listed, but one thing was certain, the difficulty was incomparable to the previous week’s.
During breakfast, Flossie Wright took advantage of a break to skim through the training plan, simultaneously filtering it in her mind.
"It looks like it’s going to rain."
Sitting beside her breaking apart steamed buns, Becca Reyes swallowed them down with water, but upon seeing the sky outside, she couldn’t help but sigh deeply.
The gloomy weather, the dark clouds pressing down, a strong wind brewing, the storm approaching, even the air carried moisture.
"Hmm."
𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
After putting away the training plan, Flossie Wright finished her porridge.
Becca Reyes sighed lightly, yet did not forget to keep stuffing steamed buns into her mouth.
"Beep—Beep—Beep—"
"Assemble!"
"Hurry up!"
Before long, the entrance of the cafeteria echoed with roaring commands, Drake Easton barked at them through a megaphone, as if being one second late would lead to elimination.
"Let’s go."
Swallowing her last bite of steamed bun, Becca Reyes, who had grown accustomed to this, stood up calmly.
Flossie Wright and Belinda Nichols also stood.
The three walked leisurely into the crowd.
Jocelyn Carrington wolfed down her food, gulped some water, then quickly followed them.
During this time, the four of them had always acted together.
Right as they stepped out, they heard the "rumble—" of thunder, as a downpour of rain fell from the sky, drenching them head-on, hitting their faces, necks, and the backs of their hands, bringing stings of pain.
"Beep—Beep—Beep—"
The whistles were relentless.
Nathan Foster stood in the middle of the parade ground, like a statue facing the onslaught of the rain, unmoving, as if rooted to the ground beneath him.
Gradually, over three hundred cadets lined up before him, standing tall and straight, each spine as though forged with steel, bearing the brunt of thunder and rain without so much as a tremor.
"Your hellish training is about to begin, I’ll ask one more time, is there anyone ready to quit now?!"
Holding the megaphone, Nathan Foster roared powerfully at them, every word and sentence ringing like the clink of steel in their ears.
Everyone stood squarely, the storm lash against them, soaking their uniforms, with beads of water gathering on their cheeks into streams that flowed downward.
No one made a sound.
Taking a deep breath, Nathan Foster almost yelled, "Is there anyone?!"
Suddenly, a resolute voice roared out from over three hundred cadets, rising to the sky.
"400-meter obstacles, twenty times!"
Nathan Foster shouted loudly, veins bulging on his forehead.
As his words ended, a group of people dispersed, rushing towards the 400-meter obstacle training ground.
In the navy, the 400-meter obstacles, known as "400 crossing the sea and landing on the island," consist of the soft bridge, helicoidal stairs, varying heights of horizontal logs, rope nets, tire climbing platforms, swinging platforms, rocking ladders, crossing nets, barrier walls, and simulated sandy beaches—ten components in total.
Twenty times back and forth.
It’s a challenge that tests the limits of physical strength.
Normally, even the vanguards would be panting and gasping after completion, let alone during a downpour like now.
— End of Chapter 935 —