Chapter 982
Chapter 982: Break Two of Her Fingers (3)_1
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"Instructor Bluen, we really don’t have any strength left,"
"Can’t you be a bit lenient?"
The people in the swimming pool had mostly turned into bitter-faced gourds, unable to resist raising their voices in complaint to Oscar Bluen.
Oscar Bluen didn’t even furrow his brows.
He blew three consecutive whistles.
The piercing sound was loud enough to silence everyone.
Oscar Bluen shouted sternly.
As his voice fell, the others dared not delay any longer and took a deep breath before diving down.
Without the use of arms and legs, diving and surfacing were extremely difficult, even more challenging than just floating in the water before.
Flossie Wright furrowed her brows, her gaze sweeping over those oxygen equipment, her brows knitting together unexpectedly.
If she hadn’t guessed wrong, the upcoming training would be even harder.
Shrugging her shoulders, Flossie took a few steps back and just watched from the side.
Oscar Bluen didn’t care about her, walking around with a megaphone by the pool. Upon seeing anyone slow in their movements or trying to slack off, he would roar loudly, enough to make one’s ears throb with pain.
The resounding voice could inspire morale. Those who have been squad leaders, platoon leaders, company commanders, or even instructors in the Forces generally knew how to shout.
They had, more or less, trained themselves to have a strong voice.
As Flossie observed from the side, she began to look at the trainees with a different perspective.
In the past, as a cadet, with the same identity, she thought about how to improve her scores and would occasionally observe others but with a mindset of challenge and surpassing them.
With a different status came a different perspective.
Flossie began to pay attention to those with good scores. They often adapted to the environment fastest and made necessary adjustments based on their physical fitness.
As for those with slightly weaker scores, they were certainly the first to hit many dead ends, floundering for a while before knowing how to move and taking time to slowly adapt, naturally falling behind the better performers.
She had been a leader.
But, the people she led were all capable in their own right; she used various methods to bring them to her side and didn’t need to guide or cultivate them herself.
This feeling she now had was quite novel.
Flossie couldn’t help but think of Glenn Hutchinson.
He took other people’s soldiers and trained them one by one into his own, shaping them into the image he desired.
Glenn Hutchinson, how do you measure someone when you train them?
Unconsciously, the corners of Flossie’s lips curled up.
Five minutes later.
Two people couldn’t take it anymore; the majority chose to rest after passing, with only about ten deciding to continue with the training.
Becca Reyes fell face-first into her as soon as she got out of the water.
Glancing at her bound hands and feet, Flossie’s mouth twitched slightly before she extended a hand to steady her shoulder.
"Can you hold on?" Flossie asked softly as she lightly raised her eyebrows.
Becca’s face was pale, with a surge of emotions she couldn’t express, and after glancing at Flossie, she nodded abruptly, "I’m okay."
After that, she seemed to lose all strength and collapsed to the ground.
Flossie helped her to lie down on the ground.
"Flossie, give me a hand,"
Jocelyn Carrington, who had been struggling in the pool and couldn’t climb out, couldn’t help but look up and call out to Flossie.
Hearing this, Flossie raised an eyebrow, looking in her direction.
Seeing Jocelyn bobbing up and down in the water, Flossie sighed and stepped forward, lifting her arm to hoist her out.
— End of Chapter 982 —