Abram Phillips, wearing a grave expression, observed the two soldiers reporting from a hundred meters away at the shooting range with close scrutiny. Seeing their body language, he knew something was happening, and his previously gloomy face rapidly brightened up.
"Report the scores!" Abram Phillips commanded at the two returning soldiers, his voice resonating.
The two soldiers exchanged a look before starting to report each result in turn.
"Albert Davis, 48 points."
Barely announcing the first score, nearly all the female soldiers exhaled, their faces lightening up as they felt their dignity restored. Even the smug looks on the men's faces no longer upset them as much.
The instructors and male soldiers from the neighboring group closely watched the female soldiers' scores, waiting to shoot their targets in turn. They had two scores of fifty and the lowest was forty-three, which gave them overflowing confidence, and they already had in mind who beat the female soldiers.
