Before one knew it, a week of training had ended.
The training this week had barely changed, with only a few exercises gradually increasing in difficulty, such as shooting, hand-to-hand combat, and diving, all of which remained unchanged. So much so that many of the veteran soldiers, adept at handling various situations, began to complain and look down on the training in private.
Is this the extent of the selection training?
It's practically like playing a game!
During this period of training, the strong began to get stronger, while the weak became even weaker, with an especially large gap growing between the two.
On the seventh day, in the evening.
Nathan Foster supervised their last five-kilometer run.
By the side of the training field.
Austin Shepherd, Nancy Phillips, Rowdy Brightwill, and Oscar Bluen gathered together.
"The warm-up time we gave them," Rowdy Brightwill complained as he touched his nose, "seems a bit too long."
