Special Forces: Fusion Dead Shot, Unaware of Being Chased Back!

Everyone saw that the size of the bullet hole in the iron plate had not changed at all, but the edge of the bullet hole began to turn red!

That red color is caused by high temperatures!

boom!boom!

Su Yang has already emptied seven magazines.

The area around the bullet hole was completely red-hot.

Everyone gasped, their eyes glued to the screen.

The eighth magazine.

The ninth magazine.

The tenth magazine.

After Su Yang finished firing the tenth magazine, Zheng Sanpao rushed to the iron plate. Looking at the red bullet holes around it, Zheng Sanpao suppressed his shock, picked up the iron plate, and ran back.

After Zheng Sanpao ran over, the commander, Miao Lian, Gao Zhongdui, and Chen Guotao all surrounded him.

They gathered around the iron plate, looking at it.

There was only one bullet hole on the iron plate, and the area around the hole was red from being heated at high temperatures; there was nothing else there.

Ten magazines! A total of three hundred bullets!

They were all fired in less than three minutes in total!

All of them hit the same spot and pierced the iron plate. Subsequent bullets passed through the bullet holes perfectly without any error. As they passed through, the friction between the bullets and the iron plate generated high temperatures, turning the iron plate red-hot!

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Upon seeing the bullet holes on the iron plate in front of him, the cause of the bullet holes flashed through Gao Zhong's mind, and his heart was in turmoil.

Guns have recoil!

How did he control the recoil and fire at a rate of two shots per second, ensuring that every bullet passed through the bullet hole accurately?

Such marksmanship...

Even the best marksmen in their Wolf Fang Special Forces are no match for this new recruit!

"Haha... Minister, how's this soldier in our company? His marksmanship is alright, isn't it?"

At this moment, Miao Lian laughed loudly.

His laughter and facial expression were full of smugness.

Hearing Miao Lian's words, the commander pointed at Miao Lian, shook his head and laughed, "Old Miao, you're overdoing it. How can you say your marksmanship is just okay? This is the best marksmanship I've ever seen!"

After speaking, the leader looked at Su Yang, his eyes filled with joy.

"Old Gao, how's this soldier? Can he get into the Wolf Fang Special Forces?"

The commander then looked at the high school team leader and asked.

After a few seconds of silence, Gao Zhong looked at Su Yang and said, "I'll be waiting for you at the Wolf Fang Base..."

Su Yang looked at the high school team with a smile, without saying a word.

"Alright, we still have to inspect other companies today, so we'll be leaving now."

The leader then smiled and said.

After saying that, he waved to the high school team and then walked away.

Miao Lian hurriedly followed behind.

After seeing the commander off, Miao Lian returned to the firing range.

He looked at the happy-looking members of the reconnaissance company, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

However, remembering something, Miao Lian quickly stopped smiling and turned serious as he looked at everyone, saying, "Aren't you very proud?"

Upon hearing Miao Lian's words and seeing the serious expression on his face, everyone stood at attention.

Miao Lian continued, "Does giving the special forces a warning makes you think you're so great?"

"Don't forget! That's Su Yang's skill! That's his marksmanship alone, not yours! You're nothing but trash in front of special forces!"

As she spoke, Miao Lian's face showed anger.

Upon hearing Miao Lian's words, everyone subconsciously lowered their heads, except for Su Yang.

Su Yang looked at Miao Lian with a strange expression.

Miao Lian's words are just inviting trouble for herself.

Su Yang glanced at the ranks out of the corner of his eye and, sure enough, saw some veterans secretly looking at him.

"Starting today, everyone except Su Yang will have to do extra training!"

After saying this, Miao Lian turned and left.

After Miao Lian left, Su Yang noticed that all the veterans in the group, including the squad leader, were looking at him with resentful eyes.

Seeing everyone staring at him like that, Su Yang immediately put down his gun and said to Zheng Sanpao and Chen Guotao beside him, "Platoon leader, squad leader, I'm going back to my post."

After saying that, Su Yang quickly left.

........

Soon it was evening.

That evening, the company held another company affairs meeting. At the meeting, Company Commander Miao scolded all the squad leaders, including the three platoon leaders of the first, second, and third platoons.

After the squad leader and platoon leader returned to their class, they scolded the veterans and new recruits in the class.

That night, after lights out, all the classes in the company started extra practice in the dark, continuing until after 11 p.m. before everyone went to bed and fell asleep.

Before 5 a.m. the next morning, everyone was woken up by the whistle and began their daily 10-kilometer run.

And so, time passed day by day under this extra training regimen.

Mid-March...

That evening, the members of the first platoon of the reconnaissance company were practicing combat next to the sandbags on the training ground.

Peng Peng...

A series of muffled thuds...

Everyone threw punches with all their might, their eyes fixed fiercely on the sandbag in front of them.

Sweat soaked through his workout clothes, and large beads of sweat dripped down his chin, splashing onto the muddy ground beneath his feet.

"Xiao Zhuang, stop practicing for a moment, have some water first..."

At this moment, Chen Xiwa hurriedly stopped Zhuang Yan.

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yan reached out and took the water bottle from Chen Xiwa. At that moment, Chen Xiwa noticed that the back of Zhuang Yan's hand was already covered in blood and gore.

"You're injured, why are you pushing yourself so hard! Doesn't it hurt?"

Chen Xiwa frowned and asked with concern.

After hearing this, Zhuang Yan first took a sip of water, and then took the opportunity to glance at Su Yang, who was punching the sofa not far away.

After looking at Su Yang for a few seconds, Zhuang Yan looked away and said to Chen Xiwa, "It's okay, it won't hurt anymore once you have calluses."

Chen Xiwa noticed the way Zhuang Yan had looked at Su Yang earlier. He opened his mouth, then sighed and said, "Xiao Zhuang, I just don't understand why you have to compare yourself to Su Yang. There's an old saying that comparing yourself to others will only make you miserable. Can we stop comparing ourselves to others? You're already very good."

Zhuang Yan said, "But I'm not good enough."

After saying that, he handed the water bottle to Chen Xiwa, then turned around and walked to the sandbag, continuing to pound on it with his head down.

Looking at Zhuang Yan's expression, Chen Xiwa shook her head helplessly.

He then walked over to Su Yang.

"Su Yang, come and have some water..."

Chen Xiwa handed the kettle to Su Yang.

Su Yang stopped punching, then said thank you, took the water bottle, and took two big gulps.

Although it's true that you shouldn't drink a lot of water after strenuous exercise, Su Yang was really thirsty, so he didn't care about that.

Chen Xiwa, who was standing next to Su Yang, said as Su Yang drank water, "Su Yang, why don't you go and persuade Xiao Zhuang?"

"Huh? Why should I advise him to do anything?"

Su Yang put down the kettle and pretended to be puzzled.

In fact, Su Yang had noticed a change in Zhuang Yan ever since the last live-fire exercise.

It was as if he was determined to prove himself wrong; every night, however much extra practice he did, Zhuang Yan would do the same amount of extra practice.

Furthermore, the way Zhuang Yan looked at him was filled with fighting spirit.

This is treating oneself as an opponent.

Having watched TV dramas in his previous life, Su Yang actually knew Zhuang Yan's personality.

Zhuang Yan is arrogant, and to put it nicely, he's unwilling to admit defeat; to put it bluntly, he's a fool, completely stubborn.