"Let the rookies come up and collect the bodies, clean it up well, the next batch of prisoners will arrive tomorrow or the day after."
Over a thousand rookies from the "St. Caterina New Recruit Supplement Camp" who joined the Military Police looked at the corpses scattered all over and the smell of blood in the air, some even vomited directly.
This is not...
A matter of psychological resilience.
But an actual physiological reaction.
Rookie Otti Murphy, bearing the rank of Private, licked his lips while looking at the corpses on the ground opposite him. He could hear the low exclamations of his comrades beside him.
But he...
Kept feeling his blood surging.
"Alright, pair up and carry the bodies. The sooner you finish, the sooner you can rest, rookies!" The leading officer signaled them to move forward with a wave of his hand.
Under military orders, many rookies, though nauseated, could only march forward.
