"Those who have had conflicts, step forward!"
The voice was indifferent, carrying an undeniable authority, and waves of oppression hit them face-on, each person feeling as though their faces were being scraped by a blade, aching intensely.
Flossie Wright was speaking to them in her capacity as the Captain.
Given her rank, no one dared to defy her.
One after another, eight people stepped out of the lined-up ranks, all with their heads lowered in silence.
It's remarkably easy for conflicts to arise among female soldiers; sometimes, one might dislike another just because they're irksome, without any further reason.
These eight had either argued with veteran soldiers or bickered amongst themselves.
They had fought twelve times within a week.
Flossie Wright actually admired them for that.
With a slight frown, Flossie Wright gave them a cursory glance, then, in a cold voice, she said, "Five hundred push-ups, talk after you're done."
"..."
Everyone was shocked.
