Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

After leaving the military police office building, Mo Zian saluted the two men and said, "I'm sorry, sirs, I've caused you trouble."

"No, Mo Zian."

Du Chi patted Mo Zian on the shoulder and pressed Mo Zian's hand down: "This matter is not your fault. Someone is nitpicking."

"That's right."

As Shen Yi walked forward, he said, "This matter today wasn't directed at you, so you don't need to worry about it. However, one thing is true: discipline is discipline, there's no question about that, so don't hold a grudge."

"We will resolutely carry out the punishment order," Mo Zian said immediately. "You must deeply reflect on your actions."

"Well, it's good that you're aware of this."

Shen nodded. "I look forward to your performance in the live-fire shooting tomorrow. I will arrange the punishment accordingly. You should go back to sleep first. Du Chi and I still have something to talk about."

"Yes."

When they got back to the dormitory, none of the people in the room were asleep; all three pairs of eyes were staring at them.

Han Dafu darted to Mo Zian's side in a flash. Since the lights were already off, he had to lower his voice and ask, "Hey, how are you? Are you alright?"

"fine."

Mo Zian replied in a low voice, "Raise it high and put it down lightly. One warning, and you'll be sweeping the stables for a few days."

"Phew...that's good, no punishment." Wei Ru breathed a sigh of relief. "The rules originally said that I would get a punishment and 10 lashes."

"Hmph, this feels like they're just looking for trouble..." Wei Qiao said, frowning.

"Hush, Qiao, be careful what you say."

Mo Zian quickly stopped Wei Qiao and then said, "This is not a big deal. We've just been caught red-handed. Everyone, let's go to sleep. Tomorrow is the first live-fire exercise."

Although he said that, lying in bed, Mo Zian couldn't help but wonder why the military police were targeting him.

Mo Zian was not a real seventeen or eighteen-year-old naiveté. He understood that everything had a reason. First of all, he could not afford to offend the military police, and since he had just entered the military academy, he could not afford to offend anyone.

So perhaps, as Shen Yi said, I am just a starting point today.

But if the military police come like this every now and then, it will be a very troublesome problem. After all, they are in charge of discipline and they check every day. In theory, you can't say anything.

Mo Zian wasn't afraid of anything else, but this matter really troubled him. In fact, this was one of the drawbacks of being an adult—thinking too much, which made it difficult for him to sleep soundly at night.

In the early hours of the morning, Mo Zian vaguely heard a muffled clap of thunder.

……

The next day, early in the morning, it was pouring rain.

The reveille sounded precisely on time, and the entire training squadron lined up silently in the rain.

Shen Yi walked out of the building, but did not raise the ether shield that belongs only to the [Spirit Warrior] level, nor did he wear any rain gear. Instead, he blended into the water like everyone else.

"Fellow soldiers, the weather is great today! So, on a whim, I've decided to add a new activity: a 5-kilometer mountain cross-country run! A forced march with heavy loads! What do you all say?"

"good!!!"

"Good! That's the spirit! Each squad leader, take your men to collect the logs now! If anyone falls behind, that squad won't be allowed to shower today!"

"yes!"

……

On the edge of Mangshan Mountain, the dirt road in the military-controlled area, after being thoroughly enjoyed in the pouring rain, became less dutiful—muddy and slippery.

A thick-soled training boot suddenly stepped over a pothole that was already full of rainwater, instantly draining its already limited reserves. As water droplets splashed, training boots took turns stepping over it until the inconspicuous pothole was flattened, leaving overlapping shoe prints.

Shen Yi ran at the front, and the speed of the whole team was no slower than when the weather was clear.

Soon, as physical strength rapidly declined, the cross-country race entered its second half.

"what!"

Han Dafu exclaimed in surprise and lost her balance. Fortunately, there was no formation requirement this time, and Mo Zian, who was running next to her, quickly reached out and grabbed her. But Mo Zian also slipped and fell to the ground.

"spit……"

Mo Zian spat out the muddy water in his mouth, and helped Han Dafu up. "Dafu, are you alright?"

Thanks to the heavy rain, the dirt road turned into a mud road. The soft, wet mud acted as a buffer. Han Dafu wiped his face with his hand and shook his head.

Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, and Han Dafu is no exception—the log is somewhat disproportionate to her petite frame, and her ethereal level is not outstanding either.

Moreover, Mo Zian was well aware that although Han Dafu's martial arts lineage was orthodox and his training was solid, his nutrition in the early stages... was probably not very good.

It was evident in his muscles and bones, something Mo Zian, as a martial artist, could immediately tell.

To be honest, Mo Zian had already given Han Dafu a thumbs up in his heart for being able to persevere until the second half of the race before collapsing.

Mo Zian reached out and pulled Han Dafu's log over his shoulder, wrapping his arm around it. Han Dafu was about to speak when Mo Zian interrupted her.

"Take it easy for a moment, hurry up and go. I can't carry these two logs for much longer."

Han Dafu stared blankly at the retreating figure, wiped his face haphazardly with his hand, and hurriedly ran a few steps to catch up.

In the end, despite the heavy rain, the training squadron finished the run in about 2 minutes—without even missing breakfast.

The problem is, Shen Yi had no intention of letting them eat.

The group lined up and ran directly to the shooting range.

"Everyone, grab your towels. You have 5 minutes to get ready! Line up in 5 minutes!"

So, in the shed at the shooting range, the new recruits, after a quick clean-up, lined up in squads and were taught shooting techniques by their squad commanders with the assistance of their assistant sergeants.

Even though he knew that none of the people in front of him were incapable of firing a gun, Shen Yi's training style was always methodical and meticulous.

"Have you all remembered the general principles I just mentioned?" Du Chi scanned the crowd.

"clear!"

"Alright, now let's get down to business."

Du Chi took a single-soldier rifle from the assistant sergeant and said, "This is the single-soldier rifle used by the main force of the Empire's active-duty regular army—the Guangwu 837 Type [Golden Spear] semi-automatic single-soldier rifle. It was developed and designed by the Southeast Arsenal. It has a 1.55 microinch (7.75mm) caliber, a magazine that can hold 10 rounds, and an effective range of 1400 zhang (700m)..."

Mo Zian listened attentively to the detailed explanation of the Jin Ge single-soldier rifle, many of which were features he had not known before entering military school.

To be honest, the Golden Spear doesn't look very nice, and it's even a bit rough and bulky, but there's no denying that it's an excellent and practical individual weapon.

"Alright, I've finished explaining the individual rifles. Today, let's learn the essentials of handguns." Du Chi then took a handgun that Mo Zi'an knew all too well from the assistant sergeant.

"The Type 840 [Wushi] pistol, or [Wushi] for short, was designed and developed by the civilian Shuofeng Armaments Company. It has a 2.2 microinch (11mm) caliber, fires a 2.2-gain high-power short cartridge, has a 10-round magazine, and an effective range of 200 zhang (100m)..."

Du Chi then rattled off a long explanation, including key points of the movements and precautions.

"Alright, I've covered all the key points. The first team will go first, so don't embarrass me."

Everyone received a weapon, but no bullets. Everyone was trying their best to familiarize themselves with their tools, but Shen Yi clearly didn't intend to give these new recruits too much time.

"beep--"

Whistle blows

Shen Yi stood aside and called a halt to each team, and everyone lined up again.

"Listen up, squads! This morning, your rifles will only fire at targets 100 meters high, and your pistols will only fire at targets 50 meters high!"

Everyone will take turns, twelve people at a time, corresponding to twelve target positions. Each squad will send four people, one magazine each for the rifle and one magazine for the pistol. Understand?

"clear!"

Shen Yi waved his hand forward, "On my command! First group, go!"

Having received the magazine, Mo Zian took a step forward and disappeared back into the rain, following instructions to a target position.

Due to the heavy rain, the ground at the firing range had accumulated water to a height of about an inch.

"First round of standing shooting, first group, listen to my command, stand ready!"

At Shen Yi's command, Mo Zian quickly raised the [Golden Spear] rifle in his hand and assumed a standard standing firing posture.

While the assistant sergeant was correcting everyone's shooting posture, Mo Zian briefly assessed the shooting environment before him—it was windy and dimly lit. Although the rain was light, the fine rain was significantly affecting visibility.

"Give me the command! Prepare to fire!"

"Fire!"

As the command reached his ears, he gently pulled the trigger, and the [Golden Spear] rifle, which everyone was just getting to know, suddenly came to life in Mo Zi'an's hands.

A bullet left the barrel, streaking towards the distant target with a flash of light.

Mo Zian's eyes were fixed on the bullet trail, which barely grazed the upper edge of the target before striking the earthen slope behind it, splashing a small patch of water mixed with mud.

Before Mo Zian could react, a slap landed hard on the back of his head, the force of which nearly knocked off his training cap.

"Damn it! Mo Zian! I didn't choose you as the squad leader so you could run around missing shots like this! If you miss another shot, I'll skin you alive!"

A furious, hoarse voice rang out behind Mo Zian, who felt a chill run down his spine and began to force himself to concentrate—his lack of rest the previous night, coupled with the intense physical exertion he had just experienced, had taken a toll on him.

Mo Zian knew perfectly well that this was his first time firing a military semi-automatic rifle. He was completely clueless about all the practical aspects of the [Golden Spear] rifle, and the shooting conditions today were so harsh. If he didn't keep his spirits up, he was likely to suffer a Waterloo today.

Take a deep breath.

Mo Zian began to regulate his breathing, and soon, as the surrounding sounds gradually became blurred in his ears, Mo Zian pulled the trigger once again.

Another line of fire shot out, and this time it finally hit the bullseye accurately.

Mo Zian's lips unconsciously curled up—his moment of performance was about to begin again.