189: Chapter 188: Ruthless? The real test is yet to come.

"If you can't, you must." Su Han crouched in front of her, his tone devoid of any pity. "In next year's exercises or future special missions, you might have to parachute from a transport plane at an altitude of several thousand meters. If you can't even handle 2.5G, the impact of the parachute opening could snap your cervical spine."

He took out a clean towel and handed it to Li Xue. "Either pack your bags and go back to your original unit now, or treat this thing as your enemy and keep battling it until you win."

Li Xue took the towel, her hand shaking as she wiped her face.

She looked at the centrifuge, which was still spinning slightly, then at Su Qingcheng and Zhang Meng nearby, who were gritting their teeth and persevering. Suddenly, she clenched her fists.

"Again!"

The light from the searchlight fell on her stained face, reflecting eyes that were bloodshot but exceptionally determined.

Monkey watched from the side, clicking his tongue in amazement. He leaned in and whispered to Zhou Mo, "Captain, Old Su is training these girls to death. Do you think they can take it?"

Zhou Mo looked at the accelerating centrifuge, then at the upright figure of Su Han standing by the equipment. A faint smile played on his lips:

"Anyone who can make it this far in Old Su's hellish training modes is no coward."

Before the morning mist had fully dissipated, the searchlights at Training Ground No. 3 were extinguished, replaced by the morning sun piercing through the clouds.

Su Han stood before the centrifuge control console, his fingertips sliding across the sets of data on the screen, a barely perceptible curve at the corner of his mouth.

Three days. A full seventy-two hours.

From the initial embarrassment of vomiting at just 2G to now being able to complete a full set of tactical maneuvers in a 3.5G gravity field, the seven members of the Womens Special Operations Team seemed to have been thrown into a furnace and reforged—

Their training uniforms were frayed at the edges, their tactical boots were covered in mud, and everyone's face bore an unmaskable exhaustion with heavy dark circles under their eyes. Yet, the light in their gaze was ten times brighter than it had been three days ago.

"Last set, Su Qingcheng." Su Han pressed the start button.

The cockpit slowly closed. Su Qingcheng leaned against the backrest and skillfully bit down on the anti-G breathing valve.

After three days of adjustment, she had found the trick to countering the overload—

It wasn't about brute force, but rather like the 'force-shedding' technique in Su Family Boxing, adjusting her breathing with the direction of gravity to let the blood circulate subtly within her body.

"3.5G ready, start!"

At Zhou Mo's command, the cockpit began to rotate and tilt, and invisible pressure instantly enveloped her body.

Su Qingcheng's shoulders were pinned firmly against the backrest, and a familiar black haze appeared at the edges of her vision. However, she didn't panic. Following the rhythm of the M-1 breathing method, she took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

"Weapon disassembly!"

Her fingers flew over the simulated rifle, her movements nearly twice as fast as they were three days ago.

The crisp click of the latch popping, the soft thud of the magazine hitting the floor, the friction of the barrel separating... In the 3.5G gravity field, these sounds were infinitely magnified, forming a strange rhythm.

"Finished!"

"Tactical command transmission! East longitude 113°27′, north latitude 23°13′, enemy armored cluster detected, requesting air support!"

"Precision shooting!"

Su Qingcheng quickly assembled the simulated rifle and aimed at the bullseye that suddenly lit up on the cockpit wall.

The 3.5G pressure caused her arm muscles to bulge intensely, and her vision was somewhat blurred, but relying on muscle memory, she fine-tuned her breathing and pulled the trigger steadily.

"Bang!"

The moment the simulated bullet hit the bullseye, the cockpit's rotation stopped abruptly.

When the door opened, Su Qingcheng walked out, supporting herself against the cabin wall. Her steps were still a bit unsteady, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat, but there was a smile on her face.

"3.5G, all excellent," Zhou Mo announced the results, his tone carrying undisguised surprise. "That's 0.8 seconds faster than the best record of the War Eagle Squad during their recruit period."

Su QingchengJust about to say something, A cheer suddenly came from the side.——

Zhang Meng had also stepped out of another centrifuge. Though her face was pale, she held her simulated pistol high, signaling that she had also completed all the maneuvers.

"I passed too!" Zhang Meng's loud voice echoed through the morning mist, carrying a hint of childish pride.

Following that, Lin Yu, Li Xue... one figure after another emerged from the cockpits.

They leaned on their teammates' shoulders, some still coughing, but every person's eyes held a conviction that said, 'We did it.'

Lin Yu, who had been scared to tears during the fast-rope descent three days ago, was now rubbing her aching arm and saying with a laugh, "Turns out 3.5G isn't that scary. It's like being pinned to the ground by Big Bear doing push-ups."

Big Bear, listening nearby, retorted in a muffled voice, "I'm not that heavy!"

This drew a burst of laughter from everyone.

Li Xue was the last to come out.

Her face was still somewhat pale; after all, the old problem of motion sickness couldn't be completely overcome in just three days. However, the simulated pistol she gripped tightly in her hand proved her persistence—

In the shooting just now, she had hit a nine, which was more than just a slight improvement over her complete misses three days ago.

"Not bad," Su Han walked to the front of the team, his gaze sweeping over everyone. "In three days, from being unable to handle 2G to completing a full set of tactical maneuvers under 3.5G, you've shown me what the words 'special operations member' look like."

He paused, his tone suddenly becoming stern: "But don't get cocky. 3.5G is just the baseline. Next month you need to reach 4G, and you must be stable at 5G before the exercise."

"Yes!" the seven replied in unison, their voices exceptionally loud in the morning mist.

Monkey came over carrying a crate of saline, handing them out to their water bottles one by one. "Drink some water. There's a helicopter flight class in a bit. Old Su said he's going to teach you how to start the emergency engine in zero-gravity conditions today."

"We have to learn to fly helicopters too?" Li Xue stuck out her tongue, but she didn't shrink back at all. Instead, she quickly caught up with the team.

Su Han watched their retreating backs, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

"Old Su, your training method is really ruthless," Zhou Mo walked to his side, looking at the female soldiers in the distance who were setting up the simulated cockpits. "But the results are truly obvious."

Su Han smiled, put away his phone, and turned toward the training ground. "Ruthless? The real test is yet to come."