Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

Mo Zian quickly stood at attention and saluted, saying, "Greetings, sir. Mo Zian reporting for duty. I apologize for not seeing you earlier."

"It's alright, don't be shy."

Shen Yi waved his hand, unlike his previous posture at the sentry post. He picked up the lever rifle in front of Mo Zian and tightened the last small screw.

"【Angry Python 2695】My troops accidentally captured a batch of these during a conflict in 839. I'm bringing them here today for everyone to play with."

Shen Yi fiddled with the gun in his hand for a few moments, even swinging the lever around in a showy manner, before looking at Mo Zian and saying, "I've heard of you. It seems you were apprenticed to a famous light weapons master in the Empire. I'd like to hear your opinion on this gun."

"Yes, sir."

After a moment's thought, Mo Zian said, "It's obvious that the Chenhuan people have made breakthroughs in gunpowder technology and machining technology. This weapon has a very sturdy and precise gun body, and the rifling has also been improved."

It changed the old-fashioned lever gunpowder gun's inability to fire high-pressure bullets, and improved accuracy, power, and range. Even the mechanical design level was improved.

In terms of handling, the recoil direction is basically the same as the shoulder stock, and the trigger travel is very short, which is obviously designed to fit the Chen Huan infantry concept and the rapid-fire characteristics of lever rifles.

The drawbacks are also obvious, and they are the same old problems with lever-action guns: complex structure and relatively high cost. "Sir, that's all I have to say."

Shen Yi did not comment on Mo Zian's remarks. While looking at the weapon in his hand, he said noncommittally, "The one using this weapon is an elite hunter squad, about a hundred people, each with one. They are typical Chen Huan elite light infantry."

They disliked trench warfare and positional warfare, wanting to retreat into the mountains and wage guerrilla warfare against us. As a result, they were utterly defeated by the Empire's new generation of "Golden Spear" rifles and "Waist Knife" muskets.

At this moment, Shen Yi seemingly casually raised his eyelids and glanced at the young man beside him, and his heart couldn't help but stir.

"You seem to have something to say," Shen Yi said, looking around. "You can speak frankly; we're just having a casual chat."

"Yes, sir."

After organizing his thoughts, Mo Zian slowly said, "Some people say that lever-type gunpowder guns can't fire pointed bullets, and others say that Chen Huan can't manufacture more advanced gunpowder, but this [Raging Python 2695] has done it all."

The enemy was making progress, and the advancement of gunpowder represented progress in a number of basic disciplines, leading to better mechanical design and manufacturing.

I believe it is a foregone conclusion that the enemy will acquire more advanced weaponry, and the Empire is not yet at ease.

"Do you feel a sense of crisis?" Shen Yi asked, looking into Mo Zi'an's eyes.

"Yes, sir."

"Then keep that sense of crisis in your heart for a while."

Shen Yi shoved the [Raging Python 2695] into Mo Zian's arms, saying, "There aren't many people like you left in the Empire."

"Sir, what is this...?" Mo Zian looked at the weapon in his arms, somewhat puzzled.

"It's yours."

Shen Yi had already turned and left, waving to Mo Zi'an with his back turned, "This is my gun, I can make the decisions. Go participate in the last competition. Give my regards to Master Guihai for me. His [Martial Attendant] saved my brother's life on the battlefield."

"Thank you, sir. Goodbye!"

Mo Zian saluted and watched the other person leave.

Because his conversation with Shen Yi had taken up some time, Mo Zian handed his weapon to the lieutenant next to him for safekeeping, then ran a few steps to catch up with the group that was heading in another direction.

At this point, the team had 25 people left.

This test may seem like just a combination of shooting and disassembly, but the second test is predicated on intense physical exertion, making it quite challenging.

It's just that everyone who gets to this place comes prepared, so the elimination rate isn't high.

Mo Zian followed the group, making several turns and twists, passing through a small garden, and finally arriving at the entrance of a martial arts school.

On the red cloth on both sides of the entrance, there were two large black characters for "martial arts" written on each side, which were really too eye-catching.

The group was led to change into loose training uniforms. After drawing lots, they arrived at a spacious training room and sat down in order on the rows of benches at the very edge.

In the center of the training room, a boxing ring-like area was drawn on the wooden floor with white lines.

Clearly, this third test will involve some fighting.

A lieutenant began reading the rules, and everyone's attention was focused on him.

Unbeknownst to them, in an observation room on the second floor of the martial arts school, two captains each held a stack of forms, and a seemingly powerful colonel sat beside them.

Through a hidden pane of glass, the three of them had a clear view of the training room on the first floor.

At this moment, the door to the house was pushed open, and Shen Yi and a thin old man with gray hair walked into the house—the old man had three golden dragon emblems on his collar, and the brim of his peaked hat was painted with golden flame and cloud patterns.

"stand at attention!"

"salute!"

The colonel hurried a few steps and said, "Reporting to the vice principal, Chief Instructor Zhou Ting, along with recruit instructors Song Chen and Captain Jiang Xing, are preparing to score the trainees for the retest. Please give instructions!"

"How many trainees are left?" the old man asked.

"Reporting to the vice principal, there are currently 25 people," Colonel Zhou Ting said.

"Wow, looks like this year's kids are pretty good."

The old man glanced at Shen Yi and said with a smile, "I thought that the first big lap would eliminate at least 80 people. If the later batches are all this good, the school will probably have to clean out a few more dorm rooms this year."

Shen Yi immediately replied, "Reporting to the vice principal, the first three batches of students are the most outstanding. They are either from military households or are sons of generals, or they are the most outstanding among the common people. Among them are many innate enlighteners, so the pass rate is naturally higher. It is likely to decrease later."

However, in recent years, the Empire's "Order for the Cultivation of Awakened Ones" has gradually shown its effectiveness, and there are indeed more qualified candidates than in previous years. Today is the first batch of 105 people, and there will be about 8 more batches later.

The empire is teeming with talent; General, you may indeed need to clean a few more rooms this year.

"Hehe, the empire is thriving, and we should all work diligently." The old man's eyes almost squinted into slits when he laughed. "Alright, don't worry about me anymore, let's begin."

At this moment, inside the training room, the students in the first group of sparring had already taken their stances.

Mo Zian drew number 1, so his opponent would naturally be the person who drew number 2, then number 3 would play against number 4, and so on.

So it doesn't really matter which number you draw, because according to the rules, everyone has to fight against each other in one round.

So here's the problem: according to this rule, these people will have to go through a maximum of 300 matches, with each match limited to three minutes. That means if each match lasts a full three minutes, they will go through a long match of about seven and a half hours (15 hours).

Mo Zian glanced at the clock on the wall; it was 11:05 AM, which meant that they would have to keep fighting until midnight.

This is less of a fight and more of a training exercise for the eagle.

"Are trainees Mo Zian and Chen Bunei ready for combat?"

"Report, ready."

"Ready, beep—"

Whistle blows, begin!

Immediately following the whistle was a muffled thud. Mo Zian watched helplessly as a circle of dissipating ether rose from beneath the feet of the person opposite him, then charged towards him like a cannonball.

too fast!

Even from a distance of at least 6 zhang (3m), Mo Zian could still feel the astonishing pressure and impact.

Mo Zian's pupils contracted slightly, he held his breath tightly, his heart rate began to rise instantly, his hormones surged, and his etheric energy boiled.

As expected, there are no weaklings who made it this far.

Mo Zian's fighting spirit was ignited, and he got into a fighting stance, ready to receive the attack.

At this moment, the opponent had already taken to the air, and the techniques taught by his master flashed through Mo Zian's mind—

"My school of thought, 'Flowing Water,' takes water as its form and embodies the nature of water. It can be as turbulent as a flood, or as gentle as a stream."

Clearly, in this situation, the best strategy is to use the opponent's momentum against them and throw them out of bounds in one fell swoop.

This method allows for a swift victory without harming anyone, making it a win-win situation.

That's what he thought, and that's what he planned. Mo Zi'an swore to the lamp that this was really his intention.

But sometimes, the body moves faster than the brain.

Looking at his calves that had instinctively sprang up, Mo Zian closed his eyes—sorry, brother, I don't want to play "egg roll" with you either.

One groin kick, and he was silenced.

When this guy named Chen Bu'nei collapsed, clutching his groin, Mo Zi'an was still replaying his master's thoughts in his mind.

"beep--"

"Number 1, Mo Zian wins." The lieutenant, acting as the referee, twitched his face a few times, blew his whistle, and said sternly, "Please return to your seats."

"Yes."

After saluting the lieutenant, Mo Zian quickly walked to Chen Bu'nei's side, helped him up, and led him off the field.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I really feel bad for you, brother. I'll treat you to a meal sometime. It was just a subconscious thing for me, I'm used to it."

Mo Zian wasn't lying at all; he used this move in his previous life until he retired.

When he first joined the army in his previous life, everyone said that it was not allowed to attack the lower body during exercises. Then, during his first exercise, a female soldier blew up his penis.

After kicking him and tying him up, they were incredibly polite, constantly apologizing. Yes, that's the same old routine.

Kick when you need to, cower when you need to, you can do both without missing a beat.

Later, he married that female soldier and became particularly fond of this tactic.

Do you think getting kicked by a female soldier would be a death sentence?

He kicked one wife at a time, what more could you ask for? Back then, even the whole team was incredibly envious.

This time, Chen Bu-nei wasn't a petty person. Besides exclaiming "Fuck you!", he covered his testicles and waved his hand to indicate that he didn't care.

"Hey, Mo Zian..."

While the officer next to him focused his attention on the next group, Chen Bu'nai lowered his voice and muttered to Mo Zi'an beside him, "Hey, how did you kick that so fast?"

Mo Zian looked at the burly man beside him, who was even stronger than himself, completely unaware of the door he was about to open.