86: Chapter 86: Is this...is this murder?

In the mud pit, the female soldiers' screams rose and fell one after another.

High-concentration alcohol washed over their wound-covered skin like thousands of red-hot steel needles piercing them at once. The intense burning sensation caused several female soldiers to fall to their knees in the muddy water on the spot.

"Ah—my eyes!"

"Help! It hurts too much!"

"I... I can't take it anymore!"

Lin Yu gripped the edge of the mud pit with all her might, her knuckles turning white and her facial muscles contorting in agony.

Alcohol flowed down her short hair and seeped into the dense thorn scratches on her neck; she threw her head back and let out a howl that didn't sound human.

Li Xue was currently curled into a ball, rolling in the muddy water in an attempt to alleviate the pain.

On her arm, the wounds sliced open by gravel revealed pink, raw flesh under the stimulation of the alcohol.

"All of you! Prepare for push-ups!" Zhou Mo's roar exploded through the loudspeaker. "Anyone who stays lying down can get the hell out!"

Houzi and Daxiong held high-pressure water guns, coldly adjusting the nozzles to ensure the alcohol washed more precisely over the female soldiers' most severe wounds.

"Now, listen up!" Zhou Mo stepped on the edge of the mud pit. "Everyone get down. Listen to my commands and complete 100 standard push-ups!"

Su Qingcheng grit her teeth and was the first to prop her body up, alcohol dripping from her chin.

There was a wound on her palm deep enough to see the bone—this was the result of Su Han's special 'care.' As the muddy water mixed with alcohol seeped in, the pain made her vision go dark.

"I told you to get down, are you deaf?!" Shanmao jumped into the mud pit, his combat boot stepping heavily onto a female soldier's back. "Is this what you call a push-up preparation posture? Why is your butt so high? Are you trying to be a target for the enemy?"

The female soldier who was stepped on screamed as her face was buried directly into the mud. She struggled to lift her head, spat out a mouthful of sludge, and continued the movement.

"You pieces of trash!" Zhou Mo continued to roar. "The male soldiers of Falcon can sing while doing this training! Look at yourselves!"

Su Han stood on the shore with his hands behind his back, a gentle smile on his face. "Comrades, you can quit if you can't hold on. Not everyone can be a Special Forces Soldier. You've already been very brave."

His voice sounded particularly piercing amidst the screams of the female soldiers.

"Report!" Zhang Meng suddenly looked up, the mud and tears on her face mixed together. "We... won't quit!"

"Right! We won't quit!" several female soldiers followed suit, their voices hoarse yet firm.

Su Han raised an eyebrow and gave Zhou Mo a look.

Zhou Mo understood and immediately ordered, "Increase pressure!"

Houzi and Daxiong immediately turned up the water pressure, and the alcohol poured down like a torrential rain.

The female soldiers' screams instantly rose an octave.

"Now, listen to my command!"

Su Han said loudly, "When I shout 1, bend your arms and go down!"

"Only when I shout 2 can you push up!"

"Shout 3 to go down, 4 to come up. And so on!"

"1—" Su Han began counting while spraying the alcohol.

"2—"

"3—"

Su Han's voice was like a cold machine as the high-pressure alcohol water gun continued to blast Su Qingcheng's back.

She trembled all over like a leaf in the wind, yet she still held her body up firmly, not letting her face fall into the mud.

"4—"

The female soldiers struggled to prop up their bodies. Alcohol flowed down their arms and necks; every drop stung like molten iron.

"Ah!!"

One female soldier finally couldn't hold on. Her arms went weak, and she fell face-first into the mud pit.

Zhou Mo immediately rushed over and stepped heavily on her back with his combat boot.

"Trash! Can't hold on already?" Zhou Mo roared. "Get up!"

The female soldier struggled painfully but couldn't get up no matter how hard she tried.

Houzi immediately turned the water gun, spraying the high-pressure alcohol directly onto her face.

"I... I quit..." the female soldier finally broke down and burst into tears.

"Take her out," Su Han said indifferently, his gaze sweeping over the other female soldiers. "Who else wants to quit? There's no shame in giving up now."

The response was a period of silence, broken only by the heavy breathing and suppressed groans of pain from the female soldiers.

"Very good!" Su Han suddenly raised his voice. "5—"

The female soldiers pressed down again. This time, Su Han deliberately prolonged the interval between counts.

"Chief Instructor..." Lin Yu's arms trembled violently, her voice carrying a sob. "Please... hurry..."

Su Han acted as if he hadn't heard, slowly pacing around the mud pit. "When a Special Forces Soldier is lying in wait behind enemy lines, they might have to maintain a single posture for hours. You can't even take a few seconds?"

As he spoke, he suddenly squatted in front of Su Qingcheng, the water gun still aimed at her wounds. "Great-granddaughter, how does it feel?"

Su Qingcheng's teeth chattered, sweat and mud dripping from her chin. "Re... Report... It's... very good..."

"Is that so?" Su Han smiled slightly and suddenly aimed the water gun at the deepest wound on her palm. "What about this?"

"Ah—!!!"

Su Qingcheng let out a heart-wrenching scream. Her vision went dark, and she almost fainted.

But she managed to hold on and didn't collapse.

The surrounding female soldiers were all stunned.

Lin Yu's eyes widened, even forgetting to do her push-ups. "Holy crap... the Chief Instructor is personally getting involved?"

Li Xue's mouth hung open, her voice trembling. "Is... Is he trying to kill someone?"

Zhang Meng gasped. "How exactly did Chengzi offend her Great-grandfather?"

The other female soldiers also stopped their movements one after another, looking at the scene in horror.

Su Han remained expressionless, but the water gun in his hand didn't stop for a second, precisely blasting every one of Su Qingcheng's wounds.

The alcohol mixed with muddy water, washing bloody streaks across her back.

The surrounding female soldiers watched with fear and trepidation.

"Too cruel..."

At the edge of the training ground, the members of the War Eagle Squad watched this scene with complex expressions.

"Su Han is going to kill his own Great-granddaughter..." Daxiong clicked his tongue.

Houzi shook his head. "What do you know? This is called 'special training.' The Su Family's rule is to be even stricter with their own."

Shanmao frowned. "But this is too..."

"Haven't you noticed?" Zhou Mo suddenly spoke up. "Su Qingcheng's willpower is much stronger than the other female soldiers. Su Han is pushing her to break through her limits."

Just as Zhou Mo said, despite enduring the most brutal 'special care,' Su Qingcheng showed no signs of breaking down.

On the contrary, her gaze became increasingly determined, and her movements became more standard.

The counting continued.

What were originally simple push-ups had now become an agony that pierced to the bone for these female soldiers.