A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Chapter 202 No. 42 drowned!

At this command, all the people who were originally a little tired were instantly injected with a shot of adrenaline and got up from the ground excitedly.

In previous training, they had already become accustomed to physical training. No matter how much physical reserves they had, they were ultimately just objects of training.

They know very well that in such an environment, the competition is about who can persist longer and who can put in more effort.

However, the situation changed at this moment and shooting training came.

You know, these people are all famous sharpshooters in the army.

Being able to stand out from many outstanding soldiers and be selected to join Old A, everyone's marksmanship is top-notch, and none of them is mediocre.

Even in previous red-blue confrontations, many people have personally killed members of Old A, with impressive records.

Unlike physical training, shooting training has its own unique judging criteria: there's only one outcome: hitting the bull's eye! Each of them is filled with confidence. Ten rings don't seem like an unattainable goal for them. Even if it's a moving target, they firmly believe they can hit it.

When they thought about showing off their skills in shooting training, they felt that they finally had a chance to show off.

"You old bastard, just wait for me, I'll show you what a real sharpshooter is!" A student shouted excitedly.

"Finally, it's my turn to show off my strengths. I'm going to convince them." Another person said unwillingly.

"Just watch! I'm going to show these damn old guys how powerful I am!" someone else shouted.

The students were standing downstairs, each of them had a fiery look in their eyes, full of fighting spirit.

The light in their eyes even gave Yuan Lang an illusion, as if they were not students coming here for training, but brave and fearless warriors about to go to the battlefield.

In the queue, most people were secretly moving their fingers, as if they couldn't wait to pick up their guns and show off their skills.

The corners of their mouths curled up uncontrollably, and their faces were filled with confident smiles.

Tuo Yonggang was so excited that he even licked his lips. This somewhat abnormal behavior made Wu Zhe next to him a little stunned and he gave him a strange look.

"March in step, target shooting range!" Qi Huan gave the orders directly without any unnecessary words.

After hearing the order, the team began to move.

Wu Zhe lowered his voice and said to the person next to him: "Just wait and see, it will definitely make us consume more energy." He seemed to have guessed Old A's training routine.

Tuo Yonggang smiled nonchalantly and said, "It's only four in the morning, and the shooting will have to wait until dawn." In his opinion, there shouldn't be any particularly physically demanding activities coming up.

The shooting range is located eight kilometers away.

As the team started moving, Qi Huan's thunderous voice resounded: "Everyone, move forward at top speed! As fast as you can!"

"Here it comes!" Wu Zhe sneered. He felt somewhat proud that he could predict Old A's shooting drill.

Following Qi Huan's command, the team rushed to the shooting range like an arrow.

Along the way, the footsteps were neat and powerful. Everyone ran with all their might, and sweat gradually soaked their clothes.

Finally, the team arrived at the spacious shooting range.

At this moment, everyone was gasping for breath, looking at the pitch-black environment in front of them, and a trace of doubt arose in their hearts.

"Everyone, prepare for firing within 40 seconds! Take your positions!" Qi Huan's voice rang out again, like a thunderclap, startling the students who had just breathed a sigh of relief.

"What a joke! We just ran eight kilometers, and it's only now?" A student couldn't help but complain.

"How do we shoot? Do we have to wear night vision goggles and shoot?" another person followed suit.

Despite their dissatisfaction and doubts, they instinctively rushed to the trenches.

However, when they arrived at the foxhole, everyone was stunned, including Feng Yuxiu.

Because what was placed in front of them was not a finished gun that could be fired directly, but gun parts that had been disassembled into eight parts.

Tuo Yonggang was stunned for a moment, then picked up the gun barrel in astonishment and asked in confusion, "What is this?"

Everyone stared blankly at the parts in their hands, not knowing what to do for a moment.

At this time, it was pitch black all around, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you. In such an environment, it was almost impossible to complete the blind assembly of the firearms.

Qi Huan didn't explain. He just looked at the time on the luminous watch and said coldly, "Thirty seconds left!"

Hearing the countdown sound, Wu Zhe reacted instantly. He quickly began to assemble the gun with dazzling techniques.

Those hands were like nimble dancers, skillfully manipulating parts in the darkness.

Seeing this, everyone gritted their teeth and began to fumble to assemble the guns in their hands.

However, only Feng Yuxiu was a little dazed.

Since he joined the army, he has had very few opportunities to touch guns.

Even when he was in the 7th Steel Company, he only stayed there for less than a year.

Immediately afterwards, the 7th Steel Company was reorganized and he became a soldier guarding the warehouse. He had no chance to consume ammunition for shooting training.

As everyone knows, a true sharpshooter is fed with bullets. Without a lot of training, Feng Yuxiu is naturally far behind in this regard.

At this moment, Feng Yuxiu finally became serious and tried to assemble the pile of parts carefully.

His hands trembled slightly in the darkness, and every movement seemed a little slow, but he did not give up and tried hard to recall the knowledge he had learned about gun assembly.

Chengcai also gritted his teeth and groped in the dark.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he was secretly anxious, worried that he would not be able to complete the assembly on time.

The excitement and confidence on Tuo Yonggang's face had long since disappeared, replaced by ferocity and anger.

He even had a beautiful dream last night. He dreamed that Yuan Lang was kneeling on the ground, holding his thighs, begging him to join Old A and was impressed by his superb marksmanship.

But now, everything before his eyes completely shattered his beautiful dream.

He felt that there was no shooting training more perverted than this, which was completely beyond his imagination.

The stopwatch in Qi Huan's hand had reached the last ten numbers: "Now enter the countdown! Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one! Shoot!"

"Shoot!! Anyone who doesn't shoot within three seconds will be deducted five points!" Qi Huang's voice sounded again, full of majesty.

Just then, various moving targets began to appear in the distance in the night.

The targets were moving extremely fast, swaying quickly from left to right and dancing wildly in the darkness.

At this time, one-third of the soldiers were still groping for the last few parts. Their hands were busy and their eyes were trying to find the location of the parts in the dark.

One third of the people had not yet finished assembling their guns. They were anxious and sweat kept dripping from their foreheads.

The one-third of people who reacted the fastest hurriedly started shooting with guns that had been barely assembled but not calibrated in time.

Obviously, Feng Yuxiu belongs to the part that has not been assembled yet.

He was tinkering with the barrel seriously, trying to install it accurately on the gun.

His actions of assembling guns during the day were already slow, let alone in the dark early morning.

Chengcai fired the first shot, but the moving target continued to sway to the right, as if mercilessly mocking his failure.

A trace of frustration appeared on Chengcai's face, but he did not give up. He quickly adjusted his state and prepared to shoot again.

After Wu Zhe fired two shots, he was stunned to find that his shot did not hit the target.

So he stopped and started adjusting his sights, trying to make his shooting more accurate.

At this time, they had just run for eight kilometers and were still gasping for breath, their hearts and lungs feeling as if they were about to explode.

Moreover, they were facing a pile of guns that had just been disassembled and not calibrated. In such a situation, those who could fire were undoubtedly top-notch soldiers and sharpshooters.

Although Tuo Yonggang seems a little unremarkable on weekdays, his shooting skills are actually the best among these 42 people.

He started by aiming directly and firing two bursts, but when he saw the situation was not good, he switched to full automatic shooting.

He began to fire wildly at the moving target in the distance. He soon used up the thirty rounds in the magazine, leaving only the sound of gunfire echoing in his ears and the pungent smell of gunpowder that permeated the bullets.

Yuan Lang stood at the edge, biting a cucumber he had pulled out from nowhere, and said coldly, "Count."

A raspy voice rang out from the intercom: "Forty-two men, forty-two guns, one thousand two hundred and sixty rounds, twenty-two on target."

Upon hearing this result, Yuan Lang bit off a cucumber and taunted mercilessly, "Everyone, look, look, this is what's called a stray bullet. I threw this pile of guns at a kindergarten kid, and there's no way he could get such a stupid result."

"Really? Finding forty-two monkeys for Mount Emei is definitely not the right approach."

"You are worse than animals."

Listening to Yuan Lang's sarcastic insults, everyone fell silent.

Their hearts were filled with anger and frustration, and the confidence they had when they gathered had now turned into complete anger.

The feeling of having a lot of strength but no place to use it is like Tyson punching a hundred pounds of cotton. Having all the strength but not getting the response it deserves makes people feel extremely powerless.

Yuan Lang bit off the last bit of the cucumber, chewed it a few times, and then said, "Everyone, deduct five points!"

"Soldier King? That's hilarious, you soldier kings. You've been training well every day, and now when I ask you to shoot, you're still like this."

"Look at you guys. You can't run as fast as a dog, and you can't shoot as well as a monkey. What qualifications do you have? How can you have the dignity to rest?"

Yuan Lang's words were like sharp blades, piercing everyone's heart.

Everyone became angry, their bodies trembling slightly, their eyes filled with unwillingness and anger.

After Yuan Lang suppressed the rebellion for a week, when the anger of these soldier kings reached its peak, he once again trampled on their dignity.

From the initial indifference to the current insults, these students are the pride of each company. They are usually coaxed by the company commanders and protected by the squad leaders. When have they ever been subjected to such abuse and insults?

"Report!" Someone in the crowd finally couldn't help but shouted.

Yuan Lang took a look and said, "Number 32, speak!"

"These guns have not been calibrated at all, and we only have forty seconds to prepare!" said student No. 32 angrily.

"report!"

"Speak on the 39th."

Wu Zhe spoke in a deep voice, saying, "These guns have not been calibrated at all! It would take at least several minutes to calibrate a gun!"

"report!"

"16 speeches."

"With such poor visibility, it's difficult to accurately install firearms!" Student No. 16 also expressed his dissatisfaction.

"report!"

"27 speeches."

"This is simply impossible! Who can use this kind of gun for night shooting?" Student No. 27 shouted.

More and more people began to shout reports, and gradually the entire line became a noisy scene.

At this moment, Qi Huan's expression changed slightly. He looked at the excited students in front of him and felt a little worried.

Everyone felt that Yuan Lang had set a difficulty for them that was impossible for anyone in the world to accomplish, and then when they failed to complete these difficulties, he stood on a high place and mocked and insulted them.

This was not a humane training at all, but more like a one-sided personal venting. Yuan Lang used training as an excuse to vent his anger on this group of people.

Even Feng Yuxiu frowned at this moment. In his opinion, the task that Yuan Lang had just arranged was indeed impossible to complete.

A forced march of eight kilometers, then assembling a firearm in the darkness, then completing it in forty seconds, then firing at a moving target a hundred meters away, a mere pinprick of light—this series of requirements seemed simply impossible to him. Although he had witnessed the encirclement and suppression of the Hong Kong Flying Tigers, he also believed that such a task was too arduous for them.

Yuan Lang looked at the students who were about to lose their temper. Their bodies were as tense as a fully drawn bowstring.

"Completely disassemble all the guns!" Yuan Lang suddenly said.

The old A member behind him acted quickly and quickly disassembled the complete gun into eight parts.

Yuan Lang jumped into the foxhole, and it was still dark around him.

"Count!" Yuan Lang said.

Qi Huan pressed the timer and said, "Forty seconds."

Yuan Lang said expressionlessly, "I hiked eight kilometers just like you did. The conditions now are no different from before. But..."

The next second, with everyone staring in disbelief, Yuan Lang turned his back to the scattered guns and began to assemble them. This was even more terrifying than blind assembly. He relied entirely on his memory and feel, groping and starting to piece them together.

Feng Yuxiu's face darkened. This was the first time he had seen Yuan Lang act so pretentiously, and his method was unrepeatable. In other words, for a long time to come, no one would be able to replicate his method.

"Thirty seconds, countdown!" Qi Huan's voice sounded.

At the 30th second, Yuan Lang suddenly turned around and started shooting at the moving target a hundred meters away without any sights.

Bang bang bang!
The powerful sound of the shot was clearly heard, and the bullet hit the center of the target accurately.

In the darkness, Feng Yuxiu slowly narrowed his eyes. After about three seconds, fear appeared in his eyes, and beads of sweat seeped out of his forehead.

Just now, he simulated in his mind the competition with Yuan Lang while walking in the dark. There was only one result. He would be killed directly by Yuan Lang without any resistance, and it would be a very easy kill.

His martial arts and physical fitness, which he had always been proud of, seemed to become vulnerable in front of Yuan Lang. He seemed to see himself falling to the ground and dying like a dog a hundred meters away.

It seems that from beginning to end, Yuan Lang has never demonstrated his shooting skills, nor has he ever picked up a gun in front of others.

Chengcai began to tremble in despair at this moment. He couldn't believe his eyes. Yuan Lang's strength made him feel extremely desperate.

Tuo Yonggang clenched his hands and bit his lips unwillingly. His heart was filled with anger and unwillingness, but he had to admit that Yuan Lang was powerful.

Even Wu Zhe, who had shouted the loudest before, had completely calmed down. He knew that they still had a long way to go before facing Yuan Lang.

"Bring the target here." Yuan Lang said.

Qi Huan took the target, held it up and walked in front of the forty-two people.

Everyone clearly saw that all the bullet marks were concentrated on several fatal positions on the human body. This precise shooting made them feel extremely shocked.

Yuan Lang looked at the few people who had looked up and said, "A five-point deduction for everyone or a 20-kilometer armed cross-country race? Which one do you choose?"

Everyone was silent, their spirits completely stifled. This hidden instructor, this devilish instructor who only knew how to shout and teach, now made a move that left everyone in despair. In such darkness, he could actually hit the target with such precision and accuracy. How incredible, what a talent!

Yuan Lang pointed to an open space in the distance and said, "Those who are willing to run, gather over there."

Everyone came out of the trenches and walked silently to the open space next to them.

"Start running! The target is twenty kilometers southeast!" Qi Huan led the team to start the sprint.

Yuan Lang stood in place, took out a box of cigarettes from his arms, lit it, took a deep puff, then closed his eyes and gently exhaled a white smoke ring.

"call……"

So, after a week of warm-up training and the killing of a chicken to scare the monkeys, Old A finally faced the real training mission. Swimming, shooting, airborne, airdrop, sniping, camouflage, lurking, reconnaissance, night raids, command, soldier deployment, tactical thinking, and unarmed killing were all included in the course.

Those who could make it through the first week were the survivors, so Yuan Lang truly began his training. No one dared to question the vice-captain anymore.

On the third day of the night shooting, everyone gathered at the foot of the dormitory in the early morning. The sky was still pitch black when an armed helicopter began to circle slowly in the distance, its roar breaking the stillness of the night.

Yuan Lang smoked a cigarette, stretched lazily, and said with a mysterious smile on his face, "Everyone, I got some good news. The helicopter is planning to fly around today. I figured we have nothing to do anyway, so I'll take you somewhere fun."

Looking at Yuan Lang's half-smile, everyone's heart began to beat fast. They didn't know what new tricks Yuan Lang would come up with.

"Come on, come on, everyone get on the plane!" Yuan Lang waved his hand, signaling everyone to board the plane.

Everyone boarded the plane with trepidation. It was the first time they looked down at the mountain and the depths of the forest from a high altitude. The vast land looked particularly mysterious in the night.

Half an hour later, the helicopter stopped in the middle of a huge reservoir. It was about twenty meters above the water, and everyone stared at Yuan Lang blankly, wondering what he was up to.

Yuan Lang smiled and said, "The river at the base is too shallow. In a real war, there wouldn't be such a shallow river for you to play house with."

"Well, this place is great. Everyone! Get ready in ten seconds and jump down!" Yuan Lang's voice was firm and unquestionable.

"Ah?" Wu Zhe cautiously leaned over the window and looked down. The entire reservoir was so large that the edge could not be seen. The water below was dark, like a bottomless abyss, which was daunting.

"Start counting!" Yuan Lang shouted.

Feng Yuxiu took a deep breath and walked to the edge of the plane door.

His eyes were firm, without any fear.

Yuan Lang stared at Feng Yuxiu with a smile, as if waiting for his action.

Feng Yuxiu had an expressionless face as he stepped forward and jumped down without hesitation.

At that moment, his figure was like a nimble eagle, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

"Well, not bad, not bad. Now there is someone taking the lead. What about you guys?" Yuan Lang looked at Feng Yuxiu's actions, nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at the others.

Looking at Yuan Lang's eyes, Wu Zhe gritted his teeth and rushed forward with determination.

Immediately afterwards, there were successive bangs and sounds, and everyone fell down one after another like dumplings.

Tuo Yonggang glanced at Chengcai, who was trembling a little, patted his shoulder, and comforted him: "Twenty meters is not a high height. It will hurt at most if you jump down. Just don't fall flat on your back."

Tuo Yonggang was an eagle in the sky. He laughed loudly, turned his back to the plane and jumped down.

Everyone carried 30 kilograms of weights and guns and began to swim in the reservoir.

The plane slowly landed above the reservoir, and Yuan Lang sat on the speedboat and began to swim.

"Geniuses, the assembly point is on the east coast, ten kilometers away, at nine o'clock. I'll be waiting for you there!"

Then he flew out like an arrow.

Chengcai sighed, "I never thought my first swim would be a 10-kilometer armed swim!"

Tuo Yonggang was lying in the reservoir when he asked curiously, "Is there no water in your hometown?"

Chengcai nodded and said, "Yes, there's a two-foot-deep ditch. When I was a kid, I often went there bare-bottomed to catch tadpoles."

Feng Yuxiu took a deep breath and dived directly in.

The depth of this reservoir is more than ten meters.

Yuan Lang was really not afraid of people drowning. It was only March and the weather was still cold.

The water in the reservoir is like an ice cellar, penetrating into the bones.

The ten-kilometer-long super-large reservoir is simply a vast river.

"Walk slowly, ten kilometers. If anyone can't hold on any longer, shout it out immediately."

"Oh shit." Suddenly Tuo Yonggang opened his mouth wide in horror.

He saw Feng Yuxiu appear ten meters away at intervals, and then appear ten meters away at intervals.

Most of them just take a breath and race underwater.

The distance of ten meters took about three or four seconds, and this was underwater.

"He's crazy! He's mad! He's wasting so much energy! He'll fall down within a kilometer."

"39, stop 42 in front. He'll die here if he swims like this!"

The most frightening thing about swimming is excessive consumption of physical energy, especially at the beginning, after you have exerted all your strength.

The water will become heavier and heavier until one person can fight against the entire river.

Then it was completely swallowed up by the entire river.

Eventually, it turned into a water ghost and sank.

Wu Zhe also realized this and hurriedly stepped forward to stop Feng Yuxiu.

But the next second, he felt the water surging under his feet.

When he turned around, Feng Yuxiu appeared again ten meters away.

Feng Yuxiu stared at the darkness with cold eyes and continued to lurk.

Under the pressure of millions of tons of water in the entire reservoir, a hint of heat actually appeared in his body.

Heat erupted from every part of his body.

"I've reached the pinnacle of mastery, a post-natal master... This is the beginning of a breakthrough in the internal cultivation techniques!"

His physical fitness had begun to recover gradually under the intense pressure of the past few weeks, and now, under the pressure of the water, he was about to begin to leap forward.

Feeling the heat and frenzy in his body, Feng Yuxiu gritted his teeth and plunged forward.

His body continued to sink, sink deeper and deeper.

Until the water in front of me turned dark.

The powerful water pressure and low temperature simultaneously began to forcibly knock open the door in his body that was about to break through.

His body fell uncontrollably.

Feng Yuxiu's eyes gradually turned bloodshot.

If he fails to break through within the limited time, he will suffocate here and turn into a cold drowned ghost.

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"report!"

"Cadet 42 took more than thirty seconds to sink."

The voice of the walkie-talkie made Yuan Lang, who had just come ashore, suddenly freeze.

"Report, thermal imaging shows that No. 42 has sunk more than ten meters and is losing body heat rapidly!"

Yuan Lang's voice suddenly turned into a roar, "Everyone!!! Get in the water, No. 42 has sunk!! Prepare for a Level rescue!"

"Qi Huan, life jacket!"

Yuan Lang's face has never looked so bad.

Qi Huan jumped onto the speedboat with a ferocious look, turned on the motor and started speeding.

"A seat!! I want seat number 42!! Give it to me right now!!"

Seven or eight speedboats rushed over from the edge of the reservoir from all directions.

A helicopter began circling overhead, ready to take people to the hospital at any time.

The call was simultaneously made to the Military Medical General Hospital, and busy doctors and nurses rushed to prepare for the response.

(End of this chapter)