Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

On the firing range, the sounds of gunfire and rain echoed each other, creating a unique rhythm.

The first group of new recruits quickly ran out of ten rifle bullets. Mo Zian and the others in his group stood quietly in the rain, waiting for the assistant sergeant to report the target positions according to their numbers.

「一号9发、二号5发、三号2发、四号3发、五号6发、六号3发、七号5发、八号2发、九号6发、十号4发、十一号3发、十二号4发上靶，报告完毕。」

While the assistant sergeant was reporting the number of targets, Du Chi was counting the total number of targets on his fingers. After the first set of target counts was finished, Du Chi smirked and glanced smugly at the other two squad leaders beside him.

The other two were Du Chi's comrades-in-arms for seven or eight years, and they already knew what kind of guy this "male duck" wearing a peaked cap was, so they didn't even look at him.

Du Chi suddenly felt a bit bored.

The three squad leaders kept their eyes on the firing range; the handgun firing was about to begin.

Mo Zian held the [Martial Attendant] pistol firmly in his hand—he was so familiar with this thing that he didn't even bother to look at it twice.

Follow the instructions, release the safety, pull the trigger, and continue your performance.

Mo Zian felt the familiar, powerful force and heavy feel in his hand as streaks of fire pierced through the rain, accurately connecting the bullseye to Mo Zian's arm.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The unique, muffled firing sound of the [Martial Attendant] rang out ten times in less than six breaths. After finishing the firing, Mo Zian skillfully checked the magazine, then pressed down his arm to return to the ready-to-wait position.

"Report, firing complete!"

The heat emanating from the drooping muzzle hadn't dissipated yet, and wisps of white smoke rose into the rain. Mo Zian stared ahead, judging from the firing rate he heard, that the others had only fired 4-6 shots at most.

"Hahaha! That little brat Mo Zian is really something else!"

Du Chi slapped Jiang Xing, the second squad leader beside him, on the shoulder. "I'm treating you two to roast lamb tonight, hahaha!"

Standing to the side, Song Chen, the squad leader of the third squad, snorted, "Hmph, his family owns a gun shop, what's so great about him?"

"Old Chen, what you're saying isn't quite right either."

Jiang Xing, who had been silent all along, let out a long breath and said, "Of the hundred or so freshmen we have, probably none of them are completely without shooting experience. This kid is lucky; he deserves to eat roast lamb this time."

Jiang Xing, a veteran who has served in the army for more than ten years, is even more senior than Shen Yi. He even trained Du Chi from the recruit training camp.

Jiang Xing didn't say many things, but he actually saw things more clearly than anyone else—talent is an undeniable objective condition, and it's also a very mysterious thing.

"Hehe, our Uncle Jiang is really capable. Old Song, there's no use in disagreeing. This is called 'disagreeing with a capable person is a crime.'"

"Heh, you just wait, until this afternoon..."

"Alright! You two, watch yourselves! What kind of behavior is this in front of the new recruits!" Jiang Xing shouted at the two of them. He didn't want to pay any attention to this arrogant "male duck" beside him, but as a superior officer, he had to maintain his dignity.

The new recruits' shooting training proceeded smoothly. At noon, Shen Yi called a halt to the training, and after everyone had lunch in the mess hall, they were all taken back to their dormitories for a midday rest.

A group of drenched roosters had to wait for the female soldiers to finish washing before they could enter the bathroom, because Shen Yi had said: In the Guangwu Army, soldiers come first, then men and women. But anyone who uses this as a shield is not worthy of being called a man.

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, the long-lost dryness and warmth made Mo Zian feel like he had entered heaven as he crawled into bed. He almost lost consciousness the moment his head hit the pillow.

When the reveille sounded, Mo Zian woke up to find that one of his arms had gone completely numb.

. . . . . .

outside.

After the rain, the ground was covered with "silver mirrors".

The sunlight pierced through the accumulated clouds like a sharp sword, revealing the sky's true appearance to the world through the "silver mirror."

A moist mountain breeze brushed past his nose. Mo Zian took a deep breath, the scent of grass and trees waking him from his afternoon nap. He knew he was back to his usual self.

They lined up and returned to the firing range.

While waiting for Shen Yi to explain the afternoon's training content, Mo Zian kept his right hand hidden behind his back, moving it at an extremely high frequency like an octopus—just kidding, if his hand was still numb, how could he shoot at the target?

"Gentlemen, this afternoon's training consists of two parts. The first is learning short-range rapid-fire guns and conducting target practice. The second part is a shooting competition. I will explain the specific rules later."

Alright, you have twenty minutes now. Begin!

As Shen Yi gave the order, each squad quickly moved away. Du Chi stood in front of one squad, holding a weapon that looked somewhat similar to the [Jin Ge] rifle.

"Kids, take a good look. This is the Guangwu Type 839 short-range repeating gun, which we usually call the 'waist knife'. It was also produced by the Southeast Military Factory."

One of the most advanced weapons in our empire.

It also uses a 1.55 microinch (7.75mm) caliber, but fires 1.55 (7.75mm) × 3.5 (17.5mm) short-range bullets, with a range of about 200 zhang (100m). It can use the latest 30-round magazines... See, it's this long and thin thing.

As Du Chi spoke, he put down the magazine and pointed to a round iron box next to him. "This is a new type of ammunition supply equipment that the Southeast Arsenal later developed specifically for the waist knife. It's called a 'drum magazine.' It can hold 65 rounds at a time, greatly enhancing the firepower's sustainability! However, you bunch of brats can only fire 30 rounds from the magazine today. With your 'paoop hands,' it's a real waste to let you fire the drum magazine."

Next, I will explain the shooting and usage points of the [waist knife] repeating gun. You all need to listen carefully...

Mo Zian listened carefully to every word Du Chi explained, although in his opinion, the so-called "waist knife" wasn't really that mysterious—

This thing is almost identical to the submachine gun from his previous life, especially after the drum magazine is attached. It looks like the PPSh-41 and the Thomson have both had too much to drink at night.

In his previous life, he had been in the military and had come into contact with all kinds of submachine guns, both domestic and foreign.

In his previous life, submachine guns had almost disappeared from the battlefield, but in this world, submachine guns... no, short-range rapid-fire guns are indeed a very cutting-edge weapon.

Twenty minutes passed quickly. Shen glanced at his pocket watch and blew the assembly whistle.

"Same as always, twelve targets, divided into groups! Standing shooting, 60 zhang (30m) targets, 30 rounds per person, begin!"

Mo Zian stepped onto the target position again and gently pulled the trigger following the command. In just an instant, at least five or six bullets whistled out of the barrel—Mo Zian didn't even have time to count them.

This truly startled Mo Zian. Luckily, he had solid shooting skills and was mentally prepared, otherwise he might have missed the target.

Da da da...... Da da da......

The distinctive firing sound of the repeating gun, unique to the waist knife, rang rhythmically in Mo Zian's ears.

Soon, a series of "clicking" sounds came from inside the receiver, signaling that a 30-round magazine had been emptied.

Mo Zian wasn't even satisfied yet.

Following the command back to the group, Mo Zian couldn't help but mentally evaluate the [waist knife].

Mo Zian's evaluation was, very good.

It should be able to compensate for and enhance firepower within 200 zhang (100m), improve the squad combat capabilities of soldiers in urban warfare, jungle warfare, and trench warfare, and primarily kill lightly armored and unarmored units.

The handling is also very good, with smooth and stable recoil, and the impressive rate of fire left a deep impression on Mo Zian.

In his previous life, he had the good fortune to fire a Type 54 assault rifle once. Mo Zi'an mentally compared the two, concluding that each had its own strengths and weaknesses.

First, the [Waist Knife] is a closed-bolt weapon, while the Type 54 is an open-bolt weapon; the [Waist Knife] has a slightly faster rate of fire than the Type 54, but has greater recoil.

The waist knife is heavier than the Type 54, which is much lighter. Although it is not as convenient to carry, it also makes the shooting feel of the waist knife very good and helps to control recoil.

In terms of accuracy, the two should be about the same.

As Mo Zian pondered these ideas, he began to conceive blueprints and improvement plans—one of the biggest breakthroughs in his life compared to his previous one was that he had learned weapon design skills.

Mo Zian was standing in the group, daydreaming, while the others' shooting training was proceeding in an orderly manner.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Yi's long whistle for assembly brought Mo Zian back to reality.

"Gentlemen, now it's time to decide who will have roast lamb tonight."

As Shen Yi spoke, the eyes of all the new recruits widened.

"I just discussed it with the squad leaders and we decided on the following rules: the competition will be divided into three rounds, one round each for rifles, handguns, and repeating guns. The winners and losers will be determined according to the rounds. If each of the three squads wins a round, an extra round will be played."

Each team will send two people per round, and the winner will be determined by the total score! Listen carefully, it's the score, not the number of hits! Each team has ten minutes to decide on their representatives. Let's begin!

After listening to Shen Yi's rules, Mo Zian immediately felt a sense of being targeted—if the winners and losers were calculated by rounds, it wouldn't matter how much he was ahead in a round, and the number of variables between the two in each round would also increase.

Du Chi then walked up to the group with his cardboard folder. "Alright, time is tight. Let's call on people directly according to their scores. Mo Zian, Luo Chong, Wei Qiao, Xu Yun, Han Dafu, Wei Ru, step forward!"

The six people took a step forward in unison. Du Chi glanced at them and spoke in an unusually stern tone.

"In short, I want to eat roast lamb! Especially roast lamb that others can't get! I don't care who goes to which round, you guys decide, I only care about the result."

Time is tight, so I won't waste words. You six, figure it out yourselves. If you can't win, I'll skin you alive.

After Du Shi finished speaking, he really walked to the side and ignored everything, then started chatting with the other two squad leaders about random things.

The young men looked at each other, discussed briefly, and finally decided that Mo Zian and Luo Chong would fire rifles, Wei Qiao and Xu Yun would fire handguns, and Han Dafu and Wei Ru would fire short-range rapid-fire guns.

With personnel assigned, Mo Zian and his six companions familiarized themselves with the weapons while quietly awaiting the first round of firing.

Not long after, with a long whistle from Shen Yi, the previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent and began to line up again.

"Round one begins, first group, go!"

Mo Zian and Luo Chong each went to their respective shooting positions, still in a standing position. As usual, Mo Zian checked the [Golden Spear] rifle assigned to him at the target position—the surface was undamaged, the chamber was clean, the bolt was normal, and it could be fired.

Mo Zian quickly loaded the loose bullets into the magazine and picked up his rifle, while Luo Chong beside him picked up his rifle almost at the same time.

"Bang!"

Mo Zian took a quick aim and pulled the trigger, a bullet hitting the grass target in the distance.

"Bang!"

The target next to him fired immediately, hitting the round straw target in the distance as well.

"Bang!"

Luo Chong took another careful look, and before he could fire from the target next to him, he pulled the trigger again and hit the straw target once more.

At this moment, Mo Zian's attention was entirely focused on his target and weapon—he knew clearly that his shot just now would normally not be lower than a 9-ring, but Mo Zian's good eyesight told him that his shot hit the 8-ring on the left side of the target.

Wind? Absolutely not. Not to mention the wind force, the wind direction doesn't match either.

Mo Zian subconsciously glanced at the [Golden Spear] rifle in his hand, his gaze wandering between the barrel and the sights, and suddenly a realization dawned on him.

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