My military function points

Chapter 14: The missed sniper genius, the coin 400 meters away.

Ma Shouliang also reacted at this time and looked at Chen Rong: "Are you shooting at a 200-meter target?"

“Maybe I was aiming at the wrong target.”

Before Chen Rong could finish his words, Ma Shouliang grabbed the telescope and looked at the target paper 200 meters away. He saw 10 densely packed bullet holes at the center of the bull's eye.

hiss!
"Full marks?! And the distance is two hundred meters?" Ma Shouliang took a breath.

You should know that 200 meters and 100 meters are completely different concepts. For the same chest ring target, you can still see the center of the bull's eye at a distance of 100 meters, but beyond 200 meters you can only rely on your feeling, and you have to start calculating the trajectory at this distance.

Not to mention that Chen Rong was holding an 81-bar gun without any aiming assistance!

"Why did you only score 48 rings when you were in the recruit company?" Lu Senbao looked at Chen Rong in confusion.

He would not think that Chen Rong was guessing, because no one could guess a score of 200 rings in the 100 meters. It only meant that the result from the recruit company that time was not Chen Rong's true level.

"Maybe I was too nervous because it was my first time." Chen Rong said vaguely.

"Well, it's possible. I noticed that you get nervous easily when you were practicing firing!" Lu Senbao nodded, believing Chen Rong's explanation, and then said: "Don't worry, this is not a big problem. You will get used to it after firing more."

"Don't you want to play with the high-precision sniper rifle? Here, give it to me!" Lu Senbao stuffed the sniper rifle directly into Chen Rong's arms and began to explain the structure of the gun in detail.

Ma Shouliang watched the always arrogant Abao's enthusiasm and finally confirmed one thing:

The King of Hell, who is known for his sharp eyesight, made a mistake! Chen Rong is a sniper genius who was missed!

Since he is a genius, he cannot be buried in his own hands!

Thinking of this, Ma Shouliang immediately looked at Lu Senbao, who happened to look over as well. The two exchanged glances, nodded, and understood each other's thoughts.

"Xiao Rongrong, I am going to personally customize a two-month sniper training plan for you. How about starting tomorrow?" Lu Senbao asked with a smile.

Chen Rong was pleasantly surprised: "Deputy Squad Leader, are you saying that I can also be a sniper?"

"Of course! When the big competition comes, King Xu Yan will come and surprise him, hehe!"

"I knew you were holding your fart in. You just wanted to see the captain get humiliated, right?" Ma Shouliang pointed at Lu Senbao with a playful expression:

"Chen Rong can learn sniping from you during this period, but he should not fall behind in other subjects, especially fighting! I think Chen Rong has almost mastered the hard skills, and it's time to start actual combat.

How about this, from now on you will be his sparring partner every night."

Lu Senbao's smile froze on his face: "No way, squad leader! You taught me the Eighteen Black Dragon Moves, so if you want to be a sparring partner, you should do it yourself, right?"

"What if I hurt Chen Rong?"

"Damn! What you said makes a lot of sense." Lu Senbao sighed and silently accepted the task of sparring.

In the evening, several cushions had been laid on the open space in front of the logistics team's door.

Bang!Bang!
Wearing protective gear, Lu Senbao protected his head with both hands and allowed Chen Rong's fists to continue falling on his body.

"Ouch!"

As Chen Rong hit him in the abdomen with a hook punch, Lu Senbao fell down, his clothes soaked with sweat.

It's summer now, and coupled with those airtight protective gear, Lu Senbao felt like he was about to suffocate.

"Deputy squad leader, are you okay?" Chen Rong quickly squatted down to check.

Lu Senbao had a look of pain on his face, and he kept wailing, "I'm going to die, I can't stand it! Being a sparring partner is not a human thing to do!"

Chen Rong squatted on the side with a guilty look on his face. He had indeed used too much force just now.

"Squad leader, why don't we stop here today? The deputy squad leader has worked too hard!" Chen Rong asked Ma Shouliang who was sitting nearby and stroking his dog.

Ma Shouliang sneered: "A Bao, I give you two choices, either you behave yourself and be Chen Rong's sparring partner, or you become my sparring partner!"

Snapped!
Lu Senbao jumped up with a somersault, then did a backflip and landed steadily. He looked at Chen Rong with a smile on his face: "Little Rongrong, I was just joking with you. Hahaha, come on, let's continue! I, the squad leader, am ready to take the beating!"

Chen Rong: “.”

"Your squad leader is right. He can take a beating very well. Just hit him as hard as you can." Ma Shouliang said calmly, "Don't just use your fists. Use your legs as well. Remember the force-generating techniques I taught you."

"Yes!" Seeing that the squad leader said so, Chen Rong no longer had any worries. He clasped his fists towards Lu Senbao and kicked him with a high whip kick.

Snapped!
Boom!
The next moment, Chen Rong was hit on the supporting leg by Lu Senbao's low sweep, and he fell to the mat.

"You really think I'm a sandbag, raising your legs so high?" Lu Senbao laughed and pulled Chen Rong up: "I never said I wouldn't fight back!"

"Come on, be serious! Keep going!"

"Yes!"

Chen Rong prepared himself to fight back, but he became more and more frightened the more he fought.

His current fighting index is close to 30, and he thought he should have no problem dealing with one or two ordinary people, but he couldn't last a single round against Lu Senbao!
Bang!
When Chen Rong was distracted, Lu Senbao punched him in the jaw.

Although the opponent was wearing boxing gloves and did not dare to use too much force, Chen Rong still felt dizzy and fell backwards involuntarily.

"Fuck!"

Lu Senbao exclaimed and hurried forward to pull it.

Ma Shouliang had already arrived behind Chen Rong and caught him, then he grabbed his waist from behind with both hands and lifted him up.

Chen Rong woke up instantly and his face turned red - he was just KOed!
"Don't be distracted during actual combat!"

"Yes, squad leader!" Chen Rong replied quickly.

Ma Shouliang glared at Lu Senbao again: "From now on you are not allowed to fight back!"

Wang!
Xiao Heizi also grinned at Lu Senbao with hostility.

"Fuck you!" Lu Senbao wanted to cry but had no tears.

For the next twenty minutes or so, Lu Senbao felt extremely frustrated and served as a human sandbag.

Physical exercises in the morning, various training during the day, fighting confrontations at night, and cleaning the base on weekends and holidays.

Time passed day by day.

Chen Rong had never expected that he, a new recruit in the logistics squad, would now live a more fulfilling life than those in the combat squad, and his training volume definitely exceeded that of all other soldiers of the same year.

In early September, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Jiangcheng is still scorching hot.

Although it was almost evening and the sun was about to set, the ground at the shooting range was still very hot after being scorched all day.

Chen Rong was lying on the ground holding a high-precision sniper rifle, looking at the data on the panel:
【Physical fitness: Index 35】

[Skill - Housekeeping: Index 78]

[Skill-Fighting: Index 36]

[Skill-Shooting: Index 37]

[Skill - Taming: Index 43]

[Skill-Crossing: Index 31]

[Free attribute points: 10]

During this period, under the guidance of Lu Senbao, shooting is the skill with the largest index increase.

"What are you daydreaming about? Hit quickly. You can eat when you hit the target!" Lu Senbao's voice sounded at the side.

"Yes!" Chen Rong continued to look at the target in the sight.

It was a coin, hung on a target pole 400 meters away with a thin rope, and was floating in the wind.

Chen Rong had been aiming for a long time and had fired several shots before, but none of them hit the target.

Lu Senbao was sitting in the shade of a nearby tree, with his legs crossed and his hands behind his head. He said lazily, "If you want to be a good sniper, you must learn to predict."

(End of this chapter)