Throwing a hand grenade requires a certain amount of wrist strength and a good deal of technique, or else, no matter how strong one is, the grenade would merely be slammed to the ground without being thrown far. Fortunately, although their wrist strength was not strong, both of them had mastered the technique pretty well. Achieving a passable distance of around thirty meters was no issue and they could even push it to thirty-five meters on a good throw.
However, for Glenn Hutchinson...
He hadn't undergone such mundane basic training in a long time.
Although he had arranged many of these practices, mainly to cultivate the basic skills of new recruits, the key point was that these were meant for others to execute. He didn't need to participate, so no matter how boring, it had nothing to do with him.
But now, here he was, standing early in the morning post, overseeing these two female soldiers undergoing such basic training.
