Chapter 1536: Chapter 1536

Chapter 1536:

Feeling the weight of his peers’ criticism, the doubtful soldier scratched his nose awkwardly. Just as he was about to offer an apology, a loud rumbling overhead interrupted him.

“Wow, is that Ms. Sanderson piloting the helicopter?” he asked.

Rita Becker nodded affirmatively and said, “It must be Ms. Sanderson. She’s incredibly skilled. I have no doubts about her.”

Lionel watched the helicopter with a thoughtful expression. Having seen Harlee’s capabilities firsthand, he was convinced that this training would be a transformative experience in his life.

Harlee smoothly landed the helicopter less than three hundred meters away. She pushed the door open and stepped out, her black military boots crunching against the ground as a gust of sand swirled toward her. With purpose, she strode toward the recruits.

“Good morning, Ms. Sanderson.”

The recruits froze for three full seconds, their eyes wide with surprise, before scrambling to their feet and offering quick, stiff salutes.

Harlee checked her satellite watch and said calmly, “You have ten minutes to get ready. Once that time is up, gather here. What you bring is entirely up to you.”

She smiled as she finished speaking, and her eyes seemed to convey a deeper meaning.

The recruits’ faces fell. The sight of Harlee’s meaningful smile sent their hearts racing. They had no idea what kind of training she had in store. If they brought the wrong items, it could affect their performance and rob them of a chance to improve. On the other hand, carrying too much could weigh them down, especially if she was planning to take them to the desert for drills.

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Harlee noted their hesitant expressions and their unwillingness to move. With a faint smirk, she kindly reminded them, “You’ve already wasted one minute.”

At her words, the recruits rushed back to their dorms, each scrambling to put on their combat gear and grab whatever they thought might be necessary. They figured it was better to carry extra weight than risk being unprepared and missing out on a chance to improve.

Lionel was the first to reappear, fully equipped. Right behind him came Mooney, Rita, and Josh, their footsteps heavy with determination. Soon, a steady stream of recruits emerged from the dorms, each loaded to the brim with gear.

Harlee’s face remained impassive, unaffected by the sight of the recruits burdened with so much equipment. She had expected it. Ten minutes later, the entire group had gathered back at the designated spot.

Harlee stepped forward, her presence commanding, and addressed them in a voice as steady as it was deep, “For the next half month, Thiago and Alina will not provide you with food or water. You will have to fend for yourselves.”

The recruits’ eyes widened at these words, as was to be expected. To them, new to the unforgiving world of wilderness survival, the idea was nothing short of…

Terrifying. But what truly sent a chill down their spines was the next sentence that slipped from Harlee’s lips.

“Moreover, the intensity of your training will not lessen. In fact, with me here, it will only grow more brutal.”

Harlee’s cold gaze swept over the recruits as she continued, “You must find a way to survive amid the grueling training. I’m telling you clearly: this is life-or-death training. So, if anyone wants to quit, speak now, and I’ll arrange for someone to send you back to your original units.”

Initially frozen in shock, the recruits sobered when they heard her final words. In unison, they declared, “We are not afraid to die, Ms. Sanderson!”

They wouldn’t be fit to serve as soldiers if they were sent back to their previous units before training even began. It would be better for them to pack up and return home.

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