Chapter 1550:

After saying, “Gather again in ten minutes. Dismissed,” Harlee walked directly to her tent, no longer giving any thought to the reactions of the recruits. Everyone had seen Lionel’s performance the day before. He had earned first place without a doubt, so she didn’t feel the need to explain why.

As Harlee departed, applause filled the yard, with admiring yet ambitious eyes on Lionel, each person resolved to outdo him next time.

Over the ensuing ten days, Harlee revolutionized their shooting practice. Though known for their prowess, these recruits still found her methods unorthodox compared to their regular military training.

Harlee divided the forty soldiers into groups for practice, with ten managing the moving targets while their counterparts held the targets. In the end, she even made them practice with moving targets.

This meant those holding the targets had to perform their exercises while carrying them, and those shooting had to complete their shots under intense pressure.

When the recruits first heard of this method, they resisted, with some even daring to speak disrespectfully, risking being sent away. However, when Harlee and Thiago demonstrated it themselves, everyone fell silent.

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every recruit managed to hit their

enough to use such a challenging training method on this group of recruits. She had handpicked these people herself, having carefully analyzed their capabilities in

flown by like a gust of

thirty-seven soldiers took aim at their targets, they no longer needed to assume the textbook shooting stance. Their movements were as seamless as a flowing river—draw, load, aim, fire. The entire sequence unfolded with the kind of precision that could only be born

tasks, like packing up their gear, had become second nature. The recruits could now organize their equipment

to say they had shed their old skins and emerged as something entirely new. Even the weakest

sat in the courtyard, their silence as heavy as a storm cloud before it bursts. No one wanted

Harlee perched on a stone block, her eyes cast downward. Despite a month of grueling training, her face

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