Emma Benson stood at the front of the crowd, she had never seen such a scene before.
The men were sweating profusely, filled with passion.
That enthusiasm was enough to show their love for the military profession!
"11 minutes 20 seconds 67!" The timing was done by a sergeant, he pressed the stopwatch, and his face was full of excitement, "General, you've broken your own record again!..."
"Only five seconds faster, still not quick enough!" Captain Zachary Scott stopped, drenched in sweat, wearing only a white short-sleeved T-shirt, and army green camo pants.
The clothes were already soaked, beads of sweat rolled down his strong arms, steel-like under the sunlight, solid physique, not showing any fatigue, barely panting.
He tossed the sniper rifle in his hand to a nearby soldier, clearly not satisfied with the performance, shook his head and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up and taking a deep drag.
