"How are you two doing?"
Janice Wood, who only had a few minor scrapes, walked over and asked them worriedly when Flossie Wright and Becca Reyes were sprawled motionless on the beach.
Seeing her, Becca Reyes weakly crawled over to Flossie Wright's side, stretched out a thumbs up to Janice, with sincerity in her eyes, "You're really like an iron wall."
Flossie Wright barely lifted her eyelids and didn't bother speaking much.
She had already adjusted to the weakness of her body, just like she had adjusted to Janice's body's formidable strength.
Janice scratched her head shyly, then sat down next to them, chatting off and on with Becca Reyes.
Rest time was short, for recruits who were extremely fatigued, it seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.
So, at the moment when everyone was about to doze off, Nathan Foster's nightmare-like voice once again came over—
"Five thousand meters of armed swimming!"
