Time passed quickly, and the courtship continued. After months of relentlessly pursuing Rosa to no avail, Mike almost entertained the thought that she was a lesbian. Immediately after the annual party of the Guzman Group, the young CEO made a shocking announcement. He was taking an indefinite leave of absence and cited his health as the main reason. Little did he know that he was asking for trouble.

With some research over the holidays, Mike learned that Rosa chose to remain on the army base instead of taking a well-deserved vacation. Her commanding officer assigned her to lead the training camp for the new recruits, which gave Mike an idea. Using his family connections, he inserted himself into the lineup of the rookie batch of soldiers.

At this point, Mike was desperate to go through anything to win Rosa’s heart. All the difficulties in the past would all be worth it if they somehow ended up together. His move to infiltrate the military camp was to give more time for him to see more of her.

“Soldiers, count off!” Rosa’s powerful voice resonated throughout the vast training ground.

“One, two, three….forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty.”

Individual male recruits sounded their respective numbers in loud grunts. But the voice of number forty-nine was not as emphatic as the others.

“What’s the matter with you? Forty-nine! Stand out!”

The whole training ground fell into silence, and Rosa’s firm order sent chills down everyone’s spine.

In recent years, rumors of the heroic deeds of the beautiful young drillmaster quickly spread through the ranks of the recruits. Those soldiers lucky enough to be trained under her wing had the honor to learn from her and be treated harshly by her.

The batch of new recruits who underwent intensive training under the command of Major Jimenez in their early days had thought that they would never see her again. Their experience in her boot camp was hellish, brutal, and frightening. Now, they met again at the end of the year. It was like a recurring nightmare that just wouldn’t go away.

As time went by, her infamous reputation grew. Rosa’s strict code of discipline, unforgiving drills, and fiery attitude had earned her the nickname of ‘annihilator’ among her trainees.

At this moment, the new recruits stood at attention on the open space in the blistering wind. Both fear and awe could be clearly seen in their eyes. Not one dared to make a sound, especially now that the drillmaster had called out a rookie’s mistake.

Along the lineup of neatly dressed men in green, a tall figure with his head down immediately stuck out like a sore thumb.

“What do you think you’re doing? Chin up!”

Rosa’s fierce order thundered throughout the area, making the soldiers flinch in surprise. Everyone expected something terrible to happen, but they had no choice but to remain rooted to the spot.

Within a few seconds, number forty-nine raised his head and looked forward. His deep black eyes were unassuming, and they fell on the beautiful face of the aggressive drillmaster.

The moment they met each other’s gaze, Rosa couldn’t help but take a sharp breath. Her stern expression faltered in surprise, but years of training helped immediately recover her composure. The other recruits nearby didn’t notice the change as they were afraid to even sneak a glance.

She tightened her jaw before firing a command, “Number forty-nine, turn right and take three steps forward.”

The tall number forty-nine hesitated for a bit but completed her instructions after lumbering in a disorganized manner.

“Count off your number one hundred times,” Rosa ordered sternly.

The unlucky number forty-nine peeked at Rosa from the corner of his eyes. The woman continued to glare at him, which made him gulp anxiously. With a deep breath, he shouted with all his might, “Forty-nine!”

“Louder!”

“Forty-nine!” He struggled to raise his voice further.

“I said louder!”

“Forty….nine!”

“Say it properly!”

“Forty-nine!”

Just as his voice began to crack, the drillmaster nodded in approval.

“Finally. That’s better. Now count off one hundred times again. Number fifty, go over there and watch him count off. Monitor his every word and make sure he doesn’t skip. If I replace out that you cut him some slack in any way, I’ll have you counting off three hundred times more. Do I make myself clear?” Rosa shot number fifty a threatening look.

“Yes, madam!” Number fifty promptly gave a salute and walked off to carry out the task at hand.

The cunning drillmaster stood back and observed the scene before her. A strained voice counted off the numbers in a loud manner, cutting through the silence in the air at a steady pace. Satisfied, she turned around and walked with a wicked smile on her beautiful face.

“Those lucky soldiers who have been trained under my leadership after your enlistment, step forward to make yourselves known.”

At her command, five tall and burly men marched one step forward in unison.

“This is it? Only five cadets? Such a pity!” She looked at them in the eye one by one. “How does it feel to be given this rare opportunity for a second time? Discuss amongst yourselves and answer my question quickly.”

The five cadets standing in front whispered to each other immediately. After only a few seconds, a hardened representative spoke in a clear voice. “Madam, we all agree that our unit and the batch of new recruits are honored to be taken under your wing. We are fortunate to be given this privilege!”

“Forty… Nine!” When number forty-nine heard this, he couldn’t help but express his mockery by counting off with a mellow voice and sarcasm in his tone.

Pretending not to notice anything, Rosa walked along the straight line of cadets with her hands behind her back and cleared her voice. “Everyone else in the group, I hope you paid attention. I have the pleasure of being your drillmaster for the next ten days. Obey my every command, and we will get along well. If you are curious about how I discipline unruly behavior, feel free to consult these five gentlemen right here. There will be lots of suffering and pain. This training camp is not for the faint of heart. Welcome to my version of hell.”

During her speech, the new recruits threw curious glances at the five soldiers standing in front of their ranks. The group nodded in agreement and gave a dreadful look. They would never forget the horror they had faced before.

“I am deeply honored to train such young males. All of you here have so much potential. It’s my job to weed out the weak and develop the strong. Only those with an iron will are expected to last until the end of our brutal program.” Walking through the rows of cadets, Rosa continued, “My guidelines and policies are very simple that everyone here is expected to follow. Stand up straight, sit up straight, walk fast, and keep your bodies tight while you sleep. You should finish each drill in a specific amount of time under harsh conditions. Can you do it?”

“Yes, madam!” A chorus of male voices boomed throughout the grounds.

“Do you lads think you have what it takes?” Rosa addressed the two tallest men in the unit one of which was busy counting off and the other was monitoring.

“Yes, madam!”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Both of the new recruits answered in the affirmative. But the differences in their voices stood out. One was full of energy and passion, while the other was low and hoarse. The latter caught the attention of the drillmaster once more.

Rosa gritted her teeth, turned her body towards the tired man, and berated him, “All soldiers in this camp are expected to speak up and express themselves in a loud manner, most especially when responding to your superior’s question. Without a doubt, number forty-nine repeatedly failed in doing so and therefore is subject to discipline. Now get out of my face and run five laps around the circuit with no breaks.

Do you have any problem with following the orders, number forty-nine?” It was clear that the drillmaster was pissed. Her tone was dangerously cold, and her beautiful eyes were filled with rage.

Ever since she started training cadets, Rosa never bothered to remember their names. The recruits would count out a number respective to their order in line, so she made it a habit to address them that way.

The senior officers in the camp agreed she did this because it was such a difficult task to recall every one of their names. But later on, they discovered that their drillmaster had a very sharp memory, and she never failed to match a certain face to the assigned number. It was widely talked about that the grueling training camp always began with the counting off ceremony.

“No,” number forty-nine answered weakly. And after he had completed the punishment, his voice was barely audible.

“Ready to give in? I think we can squeeze out one more lap out of you,” Rosa said mercilessly with intense eyes.

“Ro….”

Before number forty-nine could even speak a word, Rosa cut him off immediately. A flash of anger swept across the man’s handsome face, and his lips almost curled into a snarl. The drillmaster saw his expression change, and she ordered once again, “Run now!”

“Yes, madam!” Left with no other choice, number forty-nine wiped the sweat off his forehead and took a deep breath before he broke into a run.

Then the tall figure of number forty-nine raced across the circuit with renewed determination to finish the final lap. As Rosa carefully watched him from afar, number fifty timidly approached her and spoke in a trembling voice. “Madam, number forty-nine had completed the first punishment and counted fifty times in total. I request your permission to return to the line and humbly await your orders.”

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