Chapter 55: Log Training

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, baking everyone until their bodies were slick with grease.

Standing together on the turf, everyone could smell the accumulated stench of sweat radiating from one another, and the air was thick with tension.

Looking at the logs laid out on the ground—all of similar size, weighing hundreds of kilograms, and thoroughly soaked—the scouts groaned inwardly.

"We're not going to be carrying these things, are we!" a paratrooper complained miserably.

"What's the matter, do you paratroopers think that just because..."