Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

On the high slope beside the shooting range, Shen Yi put down his binoculars and waved to Du Chi.

"What's wrong, boss?"

Shen Yi pointed to a target location. "I arranged it, did you do it?"

"Of course," Du Chi said innocently. "I personally took charge of the first target position, and Brother Jiang and Lao Song were both watching."

"Where was the trick done?"

"I adjusted the barrel, rubbed the sight a bit, and fiddled with the rear sight and sight... This is good enough, boss. If we do any more, that little brat will definitely notice."

Shen glanced at Du Chi expressionlessly. "I think he's already figured it out."

"Huh?!" Du Chi was taken aback, frowning and muttering, "That's impossible..."

Shen Yi handed Du Chi the binoculars. "Take a look for yourself. How many rings did that shot get?"

"Ten... ten rings?"

Shen Yi took back his binoculars. "And it was a perfect ten in the center... After hitting an eight on the first shot, he paused for a moment, and then hit a ten on the second shot. And so far, all his shots have been ten. Lao Jiang thinks he has talent, but at first I also thought his marksmanship was just a matter of practice. But now it seems that Lao Jiang has a sharp eye."

Shen Yi walked down the slope, with Du Chi following closely behind. "Du Chi, go back and send a message to the army and invite Lao Hu from the Third Squad over. I'll go and draft the transfer order now. Once Lao Hu arrives, Mo Zi'an's extra lessons can begin."

"Alright, boss... but will that living devil be willing to come?"

"Yes," Shen Yi said firmly. "Also, have Lao Hu bring over two sniper rifles, the [736-Modified], from our home."

"clear!"

……

In the evening, after finishing his dinner, Mo Zian walked out of the cafeteria. He had only one thought in his mind—the roast lamb smelled delicious. The sight of others watching him eat it seemed to make the roast lamb even more delicious.

"Burp..." Han Dafu next to him let out a burp. "Oh my, oh my, I feel like I've made up for all the meat I lost in my past life today. Bye-bye, I'm going back to my dorm now."

"Oh, I'll go back too..."

"Go back to your dorm, Maju's waiting for you to scoop his poop."

(⊙﹏⊙)

Mo Zian was struck dumb. The combination of shooting during the day and roasting lamb had temporarily made him forget the fact that he had been punished. Now, Han Dafu helped him regain his memory with a single sentence.

With a crack, Mo Zian felt himself split open.

Watching the hamster whistling and humming a little tune as it swayed back to its dormitory, Mo Zian walked heavily toward the stable.

The stable master seemed to have received the news in advance, and directly assigned Mo Zian a separate stable, then left after instructing Mo Zian on his work.

All was silent except for the occasional neighing of the warhorses.

The stable in front of him was quite large; it would probably take a long time for one person to clean it. Mo Zian sighed resignedly, picked up the broom, and began to clean.

This punishment may seem simple, but it is not easy at all—military horses are very precious, and their hygiene conditions cannot be neglected in the slightest.

Having never been in contact with horses in his past life, and only occasionally riding them in this life, Mo Zian was not familiar with the work of raising horses and could only repeatedly recall the arrangements made by the horse groom in his mind.

"If you can't even sweep one's own room, how can you sweep the world?" Mo Zian comforted himself.

Halfway through cleaning, an irresistible drowsiness spread from head to toe. Mo Zian realized that his good rest during his lunch break could not completely make up for the insomnia last night. The day's exertion had exhausted his energy.

After glancing at his pocket watch and calculating the time, Mo Zian leaned against a nearby haystack, intending to rest for a while.

Snore...

Then I fell asleep.

The mountain breeze of the night blew through the crack in the door into the stable, slipping into the open collar of Mo Zi'an's neck. He shivered slightly, and suddenly, a warm sensation washed over him...

"What the hell?"

Startled awake as if sensing something, Mo Zian hurriedly turned his head and opened his eyes in a somewhat exasperated manner. What appeared before him was a delicate, round face. The features on the round face came together to form a mischievous look.

He was holding a kettle in one hand and a cup in the other, pretending to pour it.

Thankfully, it wasn't something like a penis.

"Hey, greetings to Lord Bi Ma Wen! Wake up, don't sleep!"

Mo Zian wiped his face to make sure it was warm water.

"What nonsense! I'm not a monkey," Mo Zian complained, then asked curiously, "But Dafu, what brings you here? Isn't it curfew at this hour?"

"Tch, those two soldiers think they can stop me at night? You'd better take the stick off your head." Han Dafu said, pouring a glass of water and handing it to Mo Zian. "Here, drink it quickly."

Mo Zian took the cup and drank it all in one gulp. The water was just the right temperature and had a familiar sweetness. "Ah...so refreshing, thank you so much. But Dafu, where did you get those sugar cubes?"

Han Dafu looked completely bewildered. "Did you get stunned by the smell? It's in your drawer. Besides you, who among us of about a hundred people likes this?"

"Wait a minute, my drawer..."

The moment Mo Zian opened his mouth, he understood the answer. The hamster in front of him wore an extremely contemptuous expression and pouted, saying, "That broken lock we got? Ha... do you even know what it's called?"

"What?"

"You're like someone who sticks their butt out looking at the sky—blind and ignorant."

"..."

Okay, Mo Zian admitted that he didn't have a clear understanding of the hamster's "business" capabilities before.

Shaking his head and not dwelling on the matter any longer, Mo Zian patted his bottom, stood up, took the water bottle from Han Dafu, and said, "You'd better hurry back, or the military police patrolling the dormitory building at night will really find out."

"Okay, hurry up and get things done. Shen Daba said we have to march with full force early tomorrow morning, so go back and get some rest."

After Han Dafu finished speaking, he turned and stepped into the night, disappearing without a trace in a few flashes—his opponent's movement technique was truly exquisite and unpredictable, quite different from his master's wife's simple speed.

Moreover, according to Mo Zian's observation, the other party seemed to be particularly adapted to nighttime activities, and even their movement techniques became exceptionally strong at night.

Stretching and loosening his slightly stiff body, Mo Zian finished the rest of the cleaning work in one go.

After preparing the night grass and bean feed for the military horses, Mo Zian looked around to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything, then walked heavily toward the dormitory.

With Shen Yi's order, the guards at the dormitory gate naturally let him through, and Mo Zian finally returned to his dormitory.

The dormitory was quiet at night. After a day of training, these energetic young people felt it was a waste of energy to even turn over in bed.

As Mo Zian stepped into the hallway, the door to the dormitory next to his creaked open. Chen Bunei, still half asleep, shuffled towards the toilet in his slippers, mouth agape and yawning.

"Hey, don't be discouraged."

"Hey, Old Bi, you're back. You've worked hard."

"......?!"

Old Bi?!

Is this a call for me?