Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

First line: Those seeking promotion and wealth should not enter this place.

The second line: Those who are greedy for life and afraid of death, please take off your robes.

The horizontal inscription "Mo Zi'an" could not be found.

As the group approached, the guards saluted from a distance, and then the gate slowly opened.

Mo Zian and the others, carrying logs and looking disheveled, stepped into the gates of the capital's military academy for the first time.

Behind the gate is a straight, tree-lined avenue, but unlike ordinary trees, it is planted entirely with red-leaf poplars—

This tree originated in the northwestern province of the empire, and it never withers throughout the year, with distinctive orange-red leaves.

Combined with the wide road paved with black flagstones, it appears both solemn and warm.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the quiet tree-lined path. The captain leading the group frowned, turned around, and shouted, "Run in formation! Run in formation! What a sight... Tsk... Everyone, halt!"

Only a few people behind him stood still; everyone else was some distance away. This was one of the main reasons the captain made them stand still, as the formation had long since been broken.

The captain glanced at Mo Zian, who was following him the closest, and looked him up and down: "Why aren't you lowering the log from your shoulder? They've all put them down."

Mo Zian, carrying the log, panted heavily as he said, "Reporting, sir, you did not give the order to lower the log off my shoulder."

The captain nodded and said, "That's right, that's the idea. You're keeping up pretty well; you're a promising talent."

Mo Zian shook his head: "Reporting, sir, I am far inferior to you."

"Oh ho, your tongue's pretty sharp." The captain raised an eyebrow. "Quite the flatterer, huh? Got some bee droppings on your lips?"

"Reporting to the sir, this is not flattery, it's the absolute truth," Mo Zian said, straightening his posture slightly.

The captain picked at his ear and asked, "Oh? Then tell me, what kind of honest truth is it?"

Without hesitation, Mo Zian replied, "Sir, the log weighs 120 jin (60 kg), which is about the same as the weight carried during an armed march. If you carry more supplies such as bullets, that's about the same weight. This doesn't even include extra equipment. The machine gunner will also be carrying more weight."

The commander's burden is certainly much lighter than that of the soldiers because their responsibilities are different.

"If you can't even catch up with your own commander in the forest, what kind of battle are you fighting, what kind of soldier are you?"

The captain was taken aback by his question and looked Mo Zian up and down again: "Cadet, what's your name?"

"Sir, my name is Mo Zi'an."

"What's your background? A military family? A military household?" the captain continued to ask.

Mo Zian said, "Reporting to the sir, I am not a military household. My family runs a gun shop. I live with my master. My parents are from Munan Town. They were captured by the Japanese devils from Chenhuan."

"Why are you here?" the captain asked immediately.

After pausing for a moment, Mo Zi said, "Reporting, sir, it's because I've been dreaming of coming here, and in my dreams I'm always fighting."

Upon hearing this, the captain silently stared at Mo Zian for a few breaths, then straightened his posture slightly and said, "My name is Du Chi, and I may be one of your future recruit instructors. Hello, Mo Zian."

Mo Zian straightened up: "Hello, Instructor!"

Du Shi nodded, ignoring Mo Zi'an, because by this time, those who hadn't fallen behind had already regrouped.

Du Chi glanced at the group; there were 105 people when they set off, but now only 34 remain.

"Everyone, start running!"

"One, two, one; one, two, one; one, two, three, four!"

"One! Two! Three! Four!"

The neat and loud slogans, accompanied by the sound of orderly footsteps, echoed through the tree-lined path. The group moved forward at a leisurely pace, and the people carrying logs took a breather.

The group soon emerged from the tree-lined path and arrived at a huge natural black marble slab, on the front of which were painted four large characters in vermilion.

Serving the country with utmost loyalty.

Mo Zian suddenly realized that the horizontal inscription at the entrance was here.

Behind the boulder was a flag platform with three flagpoles, the tallest one in the middle naturally bearing the national flag of the Guangwu Empire fluttering in the wind.

Against a red background, black sickles, swords, and hammers overlap in the center, with an angry dragon above the overlapping pattern.

On the left is a white flag with a golden dragon coiled on it, flanked by two ears of wheat.

On the right is a black flag with two red rifles overlapping on it. Above the rifles is a golden star, with a pair of wings on either side, and below is an anchor.

The latter two are the royal family flag and the military flag of the Guangwu Empire, respectively.

Du Chi led his team across the square, then slipped into a side path, and after several turns, arrived at the edge of a training ground.

"On my command, lower the log to your shoulder!"

"Everyone put down the logs and participate in the second test, quick!"

Urged on by Du Chigong's hoarse voice, Mo Zian stepped into the training ground—a training ground that was not small, and could easily accommodate 200 people for training at the same time.

Mo Zian was led by a second lieutenant and an assistant sergeant to a separate target position. In front of the target position was a cloth with three weapon boxes and some screwdrivers and other tools on it.

"Student Mo Zi'an."

"arrive!"

"Next, you will watch the demonstrator disassemble and reassemble the three weapons in front of you in turn, according to positions 1, 2, and 3. You only have one chance to watch this."

After the demonstration, you will disassemble and reassemble these weapons one by one. After completing each weapon, you will shoot at targets 1, 2, and 3 from a standing position.

You have a total of 5 minutes for the three disassembly and assembly operations. You have 1 minute for each shot. The target number corresponds to the weapon number one by one. Is that clear?

"Report, understood!"

"Okay, let's begin!"

Mo Zian watched as the demonstrator opened box number one and began disassembling the first weapon—the previous generation's standard handgun of the Guangwu Empire, the [Guard] handgun.

The pistol I picked up from the cellar years ago was this model.

This old-fashioned weapon still requires an ethereal stone to power the igniter, so its structure is relatively simple, making it a rather merciful first appetizer.

等墨梓安把十发1.3×5微寸（6.5×25mm）子弹压满弹匣的时候，时间才不过20秒左右。

Mo Zian calmed himself down and aimed at target number 1, which was 60 zhang (30m) away.

boom!

This Guardian pistol, which had been lying in the warehouse for who knows how long, has been revived. The weapon's structure is not very precise, and it was not calibrated after being disassembled and reassembled, so its accuracy is rather poor.

Mo Zian thought he could at least score an 8, but the bullet landed squarely to the lower left of the 6th ring.

The subject didn't specify any other passing criteria, only that it had to be completed within a certain timeframe, but for Mo Zian himself, this score was unacceptable.

He took a deep breath and quickly and carefully recalled and felt the trajectory of the previous shot in his mind—firing ten bullets in 40 seconds, an average speed of one bullet every four seconds, was more than enough for this semi-automatic pistol.

boom!

Mo Zian pulled the trigger again, and the score was nine rings.

boom!

Ten Rings

boom!

Still the ten rings...

For the first weapon, Mo Zian took 38 seconds and scored a total of 95 rings.

After the second lieutenant next to him recorded the score, the demonstrator opened the second weapon box and took out a bolt-action ether gun—an old-fashioned [736].

These are the same weapons we used in the old house back then.

Time flies.

After the demonstrator finished the demonstration, Mo Zian put aside his emotions and began to focus on his own decomposition and combination.

The old-style [736] has a total of 38 parts of various sizes. The structure is relatively simple. The only troublesome thing is that there are a lot of screws, and disassembly takes some time. Mo Zian took 32 seconds to disassemble and reassemble it.

But the difficulty with the second weapon lies not in that, but in shooting.

Bolt-action rifles have a longer firing interval, especially when firing from a standing position. To perform the bolt-action firing action, one must abandon the aiming posture and target, and then re-aim.

That's equivalent to about one more tactical maneuver, not even counting the time needed to re-aime.

Therefore, the firing interval of about one shot every four seconds seems a bit tight.

Five bullets were loaded into the chamber, and the bolt was pulled to chamber the round.

click...

The crisp mechanical transmission sound indicated that the weapon was in fairly good condition. After many years, Mo Zian's gaze once again passed through the notch sight to the front sight, and then aimed at the target 200 zhang (100m) away.

Mo Zian was in a daze again, as if the target in the distance had turned into a Chen Huan soldier charging towards him.

Pulling the trigger, the familiar yet unfamiliar recoil acts on the back of my shoulder.

This time, it was very stable.

boom!

A beam of fire struck approximately the 9-ring mark.

click...

While observing the trajectory, Mo Zian completed the bolt-action at the fastest speed he could see at that moment.

Re-aim, fire again, about 3 seconds later.

boom!

9 rings.

boom!

Another 10 rings.

After Mo Zian finished firing all 10 bullets from his second weapon, the second lieutenant recording the score couldn't help but look Mo Zian up and down. After writing down a score of 98 on the score sheet, he nodded to the demonstrator.

So the third box was opened, and when Mo Zian saw the weapon in the demonstrator's hand, his head buzzed and he almost exploded.

This was actually a lever-action gunpowder gun from the Chen Huan lineage, and it was a model he had never seen before—all the Chen Huan lever-action gunpowder guns he had seen before used round-nosed bullets and were fed by cartridge tubes.

The weapon in front of us, however, uses high-pressure pointed bullets and is magazine-fed.

This reminded Mo Zian of the Winchester M1895 from his previous life; the internal structure should be quite similar, but there was a problem—

Mo Zian is completely unfamiliar with it. He can't rely on his past achievements; it's been phased out long ago. You can't even find it in the military.

So Mo Zian could only widen his eyes and concentrate all his attention—the structure of the lever rifle was complex, and it was said that even if you could take it apart, you might not be able to put it back together.

By the time the demonstrator finished his demonstration, several beads of sweat had appeared on Mo Zian's forehead.

"Ready, timer starts."

As the second lieutenant beside him gave the order, Mo Zian took a deep breath, picked up the screwdriver, and began to disassemble and reassemble—

Thanks to the excellent performance of the first two weapons, Mo Zian had more than four minutes to memorize the positions of the parts.

Mo Zian made full use of the table space, arranging the parts in specific positions, which facilitated memorization and assembly speed.

"30 seconds left!"

Mo Zian couldn't help but hold his breath.

"20 seconds left!"

A drop of sweat rolled down Mo Zian's nose.

"10 seconds left!"

"stop!"

Mo Zian put down his weapon, gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief—thankfully, he had barely made it. Although he was still missing a small screw, it wasn't a big problem and wouldn't affect firing.

外推槓桿、打开枪膛，墨梓安将5发1.6×10微寸（约8×50mm）的尖头弹一发一发地压入了弹仓。

click...

Retract the lever, lock the chamber, and push a bullet from the magazine into the chamber.

Aim.

Then shoot.

boom!

The shooting feel was pretty good; the bullets accurately hit the target 100 zhang (50m) away, and there was no more white smoke like when Chen Huan's gunpowder gun was fired before.

The subsequent shooting was not difficult for Mo Zian, who scored a total of 97 points.

"Report, firing complete!"

There was no response from the lieutenant beside him, so Mo Zian subconsciously turned his head and found that Major Shen Yi, who had appeared earlier, was now standing behind him.

He was completely unaware of it before, which startled him.

"Hello, Major."

Shen Yi glanced at the target in the distance, then at the weapon in front of Mo Zian, and finally looked at Mo Zian.

"What's your name, student?"