Aiden Jameson couldn't complete the task that he looked down upon, and the one who took over the sixth class was the famous Major Tyler. He was transferred to the shooting range, not to teach shooting, but just to observe. For a retired special forces soldier, this was even more uncomfortable than death, and he was dumbfounded.
Aiden Jameson didn't know what he was feeling at the moment. When he heard the cheers of the students, he stumbled a bit and felt like a failure. But he was clearly strong, and these students were the weak ones!
The students' question interrupted Aiden Jameson's thoughts.
"Instructor, are you kidding? How could Major Davis have the time to be an instructor?!" Someone couldn't help but ask.
"I never joke. Line up and wait," Aiden Jameson said coldly before turning and walking away.
After walking far away and looking back, the team was in order and quiet, each one standing tall and with a standard posture, all with a happy expression, waiting for the new instructor.
Aiden Jameson, who was always strong, didn't even get a glimpse. Only Amelia understood that this was Tyler's punishment for him. It wasn't too severe, but it hit Aiden Jameson's heart, and it was already Tyler's mercy.
But at this moment, Amelia didn't have the mood to think about Aiden Jameson's situation. She heard something! Tyler! Tyler was going to be her instructor. What did he want to do?!
Although this was Forest Peak, it was also considered half of Saint Hua's territory. Behind Saint Hua was that person!
A few minutes later, the sound of military boots stepping on the ground could be heard. The members of the sixth class couldn't help but be curious and turn their gaze towards the direction of the sound.
In the early morning sunlight, a tall figure walked towards the sixth class step by step. The sound of the military boots seemed to step on everyone's heart, making them hold their breath in tension.
When the figure walked out of the backlight and stood tall in front of the sixth class, with an aggressive and intimidating aura, a face as perfect as if it was personally crafted by a god, and a height of 1.98 meters, the oppressive feeling was full, making people dare not look directly at him.
"So this is Major Tyler, no wonder he's Major Tyler!" This was the students' most intuitive thought.
"From today on, I am your instructor for the upcoming training," Tyler said coldly.
With a hint of indifference and dominance, the sixth grade was boiling with enthusiasm. This was Major Gong, the legendary Major Gong, who was going to be their instructor. It was probably the good luck they had accumulated over several lifetimes.
Amelia just stared at this man foolishly. This man actually appeared so openly, it should be because of her. She had a feeling that she was a disaster to men!
It wasn't her being overly romantic, but how could someone as busy as Tyler have nothing to do and come to be an instructor?
Amelia quickly figured it out. Since Tyler could appear, he must have made thorough preparations. She stared blankly at him, and she saw a smile on his ice-cold face!
No matter how much the students were shaken inside, they dared not act recklessly in front of Tyler. They still stood straight, only their excited eyes were flickering.
"I'll give you ten minutes to be excited or mourn," Tyler said understandingly.
The students still did not dare to move, their eyeballs turning as if considering the meaning behind Tyler's words.
It wasn't until one student couldn't help but cheer loudly that the others seemed to be swept up by the atmosphere and started screaming with excitement, their faces red.
Except for Amelia, who probably knew that these ten minutes were probably for the students to mourn. This black-bellied man was probably going to take revenge.
She hadn't forgotten the wilderness survival before, where she was alone in the mountains, and Tyler knew everything that had happened along the way. His face was so ugly.
At this moment, there was also a person with a strange expression, the tall Logan Hunter.
Only he knew that Amelia and Tyler's relationship was not ordinary. Watching the exchange of glances between the two, Logan Hunter felt that this was not their good luck that had come. It was obviously another way of talking about love.
Damn, the cold dog food was slapped on his face recklessly!
Ten minutes later, without Tyler's instructions, the students automatically gathered and stood up straight, eager to show their best side to Tyler. Tyler's gaze was cold as ice as he reviewed all the surveillance footage, knowing how the students had excluded and ignored Amelia, used her map, and abandoned her midway through the trial. He also knew how they shamelessly demanded wolf meat.
Although Amelia had responded from her heart in the previous trial, he was still dissatisfied. "My training methods may be different. Each person's training is tailored to their own needs. In the next month, I will train your reflexes, explosiveness, and unearth your talents."
Tyler's indifferent voice echoed with absolute authority, instantly silencing the screaming students. "Yes, Instructor!" The students responded with passionate voices, in unison.
"Any objections or disobedience are not allowed," Tyler stated coldly.
As a military training slogan, there was nothing special about this statement. But coming from Tyler's mouth, it was like an iron rule representing absolute obedience. "Yes, Instructor!"
The students waited eagerly, not knowing what the legendary colonel was going to teach them and how he would train them. With a simple 400-meter sprint, Tyler accurately assessed each student's nature based on their explosiveness, endurance, and technique. He then tailored training plans for each student based on their talents, which meant that each student's training was unique.
He divided Class Six into several groups and began training them in this way. Although it was sunny today, it had rained the night before, and the ground was still wet. Tyler had the first group practice crawling and jumping over obstacles in the mud. Several girls were crawling through the mud with their heads and faces covered, unable to stop or cry, even though their arms and knees were burning with pain from the friction. Quinn Cooper was among them.
"Don't stop, keep going," Tyler urged, his sharp eyes fixed on the few people crawling through the mud.
Although she was a delicate girl who loved being pretty, at this moment Quinn Cooper's face was covered in mud as she struggled to move forward. Her arms were probably already cut and bruised. She secretly looked up and saw Amelia leisurely kicking her legs, almost causing Quinn to spit blood in anger.
Why was Amelia so relaxed and comfortable, while she had to crawl through the mud? Quinn was furious, but she didn't dare argue with Tyler. She fiercely slammed her right hand on the ground, and mud splashed all over her face and mouth. She spat a few times, even more angry than before.