Chapter 993
Chapter 993: A Wild Boar (1)_1
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After a round of voluntary dropouts, 132 students remained.
new recruits, 99 veteran soldiers.
Flossie Wright’s team, 7 people; Calvin Ramos’s team, 26 people.
Jessie Grain’s team, 38 people; Sandy Cruz’s team, 61 people.
The armed helicopter hovered in the sky.
After Austin Shepherd had shown them the map for one minute, he called Austin Shepherd and Drake Easton up and began tossing students out of the helicopter, their parachutes opening mid-air as they descended into the desolate deep forests.
By placing each student at certain intervals on the same horizontal plane, the chance of their encountering each other was greatly reduced.
When Flossie Wright landed, her luck wasn’t great, as she ended up hanging from a tree.
Fortunately—
She wasn’t injured.
After tearing down the parachute to keep as a spare tool, Flossie Wright carefully slid down the tree and, using the trees to orient herself, headed accurately north.
On the helicopter.
After sending off the last person, Nathan Foster and Drake Easton’s expressions were especially grave and silent.
Raising his eyebrows at the two of them, Austin Shepherd tossed two bottles of mineral water at them, one for each person.
Drake Easton frowned deeply and said in a grave voice, "Even for us, the difficulty is quite high."
"Don’t forget," Austin Shepherd gestured toward the jungle below, his expression soft yet firm, "they, will ultimately become like us."
"They need the training too," Nathan Foster equally anxious.
Although the plan was mutually agreed upon and approved by Bard Walker, they couldn’t suppress their concerns.
Even they could encounter danger when entering, let alone these students who were still in the selection process?
There was indeed a mortality rate in training.
If it exceeded the limit, they would be in a lot of trouble.
For them, naturally, they hoped not to lose any students.
"They’ve already learned what they need to be aware of for wilderness survival, and those who have remained up to now are barely strong enough, we have given them enough time."
After a brief pause, Austin Shepherd smiled at them, "So, what they need to do is to use what they have learned to keep themselves alive. It’s better to practice than to talk on paper."
Drake Easton and Nathan Foster looked at each other and saw only compromise in each other’s eyes.
No doubt, they had been persuaded.
Austin Shepherd always had reasons to convince them.
After a moment, Nathan Foster suddenly asked, "Are the safety measures in place?"
"Mm," nodded Austin Shepherd, "as long as there are signal flares, we can monitor them."
With such a large operation, safety measures definitely had to be in place. Even if one or two were to fall, there would be someone to help them, but every one of them was a life, and they tried to avoid anyone’s sacrifice as much as possible.
A moment of silence.
Drake Easton said, "Then you go to the endpoint and wait, just the two of us guarding here will do."
"Okay," Austin Shepherd smiled, "Then I’ll leave it to you guys."
The wilderness survival training proceeded normally.
Rowdy Brightwill, with nothing else to do, specifically came over to volunteer, and everyone tacitly understood why he came, without calling him out on it.
Every day, people gave up.
Some couldn’t endure; others encountered danger.
Some were stuck in mud with only half their bodies visible, some were poisoned by unknown food, others couldn’t find food and grew too hungry to move, and still, others got lost and walked dozens of kilometers in the wrong direction...
— End of Chapter 993 —