I love you, I won't kill you

If fate could change the course of a person's life and career, Victoria Cranston wished she had spent a few months in the U.S. Navy's Officer Academy.Maybe in this way, she can get close to the sergeant instructors from the Marine Corps.

The Marine Corps and Coast Guard have their own officer candidate schools, and the U.S. Navy also has its own officer candidate schools.Due to the federal government's budget cuts in recent years and the purpose of improving training efficiency, the US Navy has integrated various alternate schools into a 13-week training program at the Pensacola base.

Naval Midshipman School, a boot camp designed to sharpen and emphasize leadership, doesn't teach courses that are at all on the same level as the core military doctrine taught at the Naval Academy.So the choice Victoria made in her garage four years ago was the right one in that sense.

But she was also lucky, lucky not to enroll in Officer Candidate School as a Navy Midshipman.It is conceivable what methods and methods the Marine Corps instructors from the Hell Training Camp on Balis Island will use to train these immature and young naval officers.

For something that has not been tried, people will yearn for its mystery.After trying it, most people will act like trembling and fear after being bitten by a poisonous snake.Only a very small number of men and women will transform this "venom" into their own courage, strength, wisdom and extremely powerful "immunity".

At this time, Victoria was very envious of Amanda's physique and figure.In all her four years at the Naval Academy, she had never seen a young girl who could wear so much field gear and run 10 miles without feeling ill.Even among the tough guys on the Naval Academy football team, no more than five could surpass her.

"It's really called football by asking those guys to take off their football uniforms, put on Amanda's equipment and score a baseline touchdown!" Victoria panted, thinking of the incredible football players in the college them.

"God, is this woman a human or a robot? Why won't she stop?" Rebecca glanced at Amanda on the outermost left side and said to herself.

In terms of sports background and physical fitness, Rebecca is better than Victoria.Based on internal and external conditions such as good physique, first-class basic grades and leadership skills, she was able to stand out among the many students who applied for the Naval Academy that year.Under normal circumstances, only a mere 10% of the school-age male and female students among the applicants can obtain the admission letter to the Naval Academy.

It's not that Amanda doesn't want to stop and take a leisurely walk on the runway of Whitingfield's North Airport.Thinking about what kind of preparations I should make in order to successfully pass the next cloth instrument flight.

She just felt that stopping would mean giving up being a Marine and just wanting to be a Marine pilot. "The glorious and historic Marine Corps is composed of countless soldiers, and I am one of them! No matter whether I can become a pilot in the future, I will always be a Marine!" Amanda reminds herself from time to time These words come from the "devil" officer candidate school on Paris Island.

No one would force her to think this way, and no one would dare to make her give up her status as a Marine Corps soldier.However, every Marine Corps flight officer must first admit that he is a Marine Corps soldier, and then he will explain to others what kind of professional work he is engaged in.It was something Amanda had learned in Officer Midshipman School, and it was something Victoria and Rebecca hadn't been exposed to.

Looking at the watch on her wrist, "Well, it's exactly 8.5 miles. They should be okay?" Amanda thought about it, then turned her head and shouted at Victoria through the gas mask, "Are you all right?"

Victoria wanted to use the extra strength on her increasingly heavy legs, she shook her head with a wry smile and did not speak.Rebecca heard what she said, and shouted out loudly, "Hoo... hoo... it's okay! Continue!"

"Forget it, it's only 1.5 miles away, let them take a rest." After Amanda made a decision, she nodded at Victoria and shouted, "Stop, stop following me!"

Upon hearing the word "stop", Victoria almost staggered, and finally shouted, "What about you?"

Amanda shook her head and pointed to the open space on the outside of the runway, meaning, "Go there, I have to finish my work!"

Rebecca found an excuse for herself to rest, and watched Amanda's back that kept going away and slowly slowed down.Until the running feet stopped completely, stood in place, hands on hips, raised his head and yelled loudly, "Damn, goddamn God! Finally fucking stopped!"

Victoria, who was two or three steps away from her, also stopped, bent over, put her hands on her knees, and watched the beads of sweat on her forehead fall to the ground one by one.He half raised his head, squinted his eyes and said, "Rebecca, how is it? Is it more exciting than swimming a mile in 8 minutes?"

"Damn it, I really didn't know I could run such a long distance. Are you okay?" Rebecca gradually regained her strength and said as she stood in front of Victoria with a rosy face.

"It's okay, let's go outside to rest for a while." When Victoria spoke, she had to stare at Amanda's figure from time to time.

Rebecca followed her gaze, and said as she walked out, "I heard that the training elimination rate of Balis Island is very high. How do you think she survived?"

"Do you still hate her now? If you want to know more about the Marine Corps, I think you'd better stop thinking about it." Victoria replied, and she hoped that the three of them could get along well.

Rebecca nodded, looked thoughtful, and said with a smile, "At least we now have the opportunity to become Marine Corps pilots."

Victoria agreed, "Yeah, that's right. We're lucky compared to her."

The two walked on the periphery of the runway and sat down on solid ground.Rebecca relaxed her hands and feet, "Lucky? Hehehe, if Claudia and Alena are forced to eject and parachute in the enemy-occupied area, they should be the lucky ones!"

"You mean, we might be assigned to the helicopter squadron under the aviation wing?" Victoria asked in disbelief.

"I really don't know. You know, which aircraft we can fly in the future has a lot to do with the solo flight assessment results and subsequent flight training." Rebecca shrugged and told the truth.

"Yes, I know. But we have to be prepared." When Victoria spoke, Amanda, who rushed past the two of them, held out two thumbs at the same time.

Rebecca just nodded to Amanda, and then asked Victoria, "You like her? Maybe, want to fight with her in the Marine Corps?"

"Yeah, I like her. You can hate her, why can't I like her?"

"God, when did I say I hated her?"

Stop, breathe evenly, reach out and press the timer on the watch.There is no extra smile on Amanda's face, but there is a sense of self-confidence that is not easy to be noticed by others, "Compared with Balis Island, today's results are still a bit worse. It seems that I stayed in the cockpit of T-6A It's been too long."

Walking all the way to Rebecca and the two, he reached out to take off his helmet and gas mask and asked, "How do you feel? I know that this small place like Whitingfield can't be compared with the Naval Academy."

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