Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

this day.

As the sun set, the slanting rays of light lengthened Mo Zian's shadow, as if trying to distance this unlucky fellow who was shoveling horse manure from his dormitory even further.

Mo Zian, feeling completely exhausted, went to the stable after training as usual. These days, Han Dafu would sneak out every night to bring him water, and today was no exception.

The temperature between the two rose rapidly as a result.

As usual, Mo Zian took the water bottle handed to him by Han Dafu and drank it down in one gulp, the water leaking from the corner of his mouth all the way down to the back of his neck.

Han Dafu then picked up a towel and wiped him down.

Just then, the two of them simultaneously turned their gazes toward the gate of the stable.

"Who's there?! Show yourself!"

Mo Zian shouted sternly, "Who dares linger in this important stable?"

At this moment, the last rays of light had already seeped into the earth, and the night air, which had just begun to settle, was gently stirred—

A slightly lame figure emerged from nowhere and lifted the curtain of the stable with a single finger.

"Heh...not bad. You two, which one is the kid with the better aim?"

The voice was somewhat sinister. Only when the limping figure reached Mo Zi'an could Mo Zi'an make out who it was, thanks to the dim light in the stable.

A face with almost half of its face burned from the left cheek to the back, and only the rough shape of the left ear can be seen. However, judging from the intact other half of the face, this person must have been a very handsome man before the burns.

The face of the newcomer slowly emerged from the darkness, looking somewhat terrifying.

Mo Zian subconsciously looked away and noticed the three bronze sickle emblems on his collar insignia.

Subconsciously, I stood at attention and saluted.

"Reporting, Captain! Warrant Officer Mo Zi'an!"

"Han Dafu!"

"Currently carrying out a stable cleaning task, please provide instructions!"

The limping figure opposite him impatiently picked at his ear. "I didn't ask you what you wanted. Which one of you is the kid who's good at shooting? I'm asking you one last time."

"Sir, if you are referring to my shooting performance after entering the school, it is me," Mo Zian replied, standing at attention and slightly puffing out his chest.

"What are you yelling about? I'm not deaf." The person opposite frowned, then looked at Han Dafu beside him. "Girl, isn't it curfew? What are you doing here?"

"Sir, I've come to bring some water to Old... Mo Zian. Instructor Du said that if he runs out of water, he'll kick his legs."

"Yes." The unfamiliar captain on the other end nodded. "Did the military police let you out?"

"Sir... no, those military police can't stop me."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

The officer opposite Han Dafu looked her up and down, raising an eyebrow at the side of her face not burned. "You've got quite the nerve, girl... Alright, I'm not from your military academy, and I'm not some kind of military police. I can't be bothered with your petty business. Girl, you can go back now. I'm here to see... this..."

"Mo Zian, sir."

"Ah, yes, I'm here to see Mo Zi... Huh?"

"How about you call me Lao Bi...?"

"Alright, I'm here to see Old Bi. Girl, you can go back now."

Han Dafu glanced at Mo Zian, and after the latter nodded to her, she saluted the unfamiliar officer and strode out of the stable gate.

The unfamiliar officer watched Han Dafu's figure disappear into the night, then turned his head, revealing a slightly mocking expression on the uninjured half of his face. "You've got a good life, kid. Your girlfriend's got some skills, and she's pretty good-looking too."

Upon hearing this, Mo Zian blushed and said, "Sir, we..."

"Alright, I told you I'm too lazy to deal with your petty squabbles."

The unfamiliar officer interrupted Mo Zian, "My name is Hu Yang. Shen Yi told me there's a promising young man I should mentor. Come with me to the firing range and let's see what you're capable of."

"yes!"

Mo Zian first stood at attention and answered, then asked, "Instructor Hu, what orders did the head instructor give me...?"

"I told you to come, so come. Stop talking nonsense." Hu Yang walked out of the stable without looking back. "Shen Yi and I have already informed you, so you don't need to worry about it."

"yes!"

Mo Zian followed the other party to a somewhat unfamiliar small shooting range, where an auxiliary officer was already waiting.

The assistant officer took out a bolt-action ether gun from a wooden box beside him, and Hu Yang took it and handed it to Mo Zi'an.

"Is this the [736-Modified] sniper version? Compared to the regular [736-Modified], it has a heavy barrel, and the barrel uses the latest casting technology and is longer. It's also equipped with the latest 4.4x white light scope..."

Hu Yang sized up Mo Zi'an, who was speaking eloquently, and said, "Alright, enough nonsense. What do you guys usually fight the most?"

"Reporting to Instructor Hu, [Jin Ge] is firing at the round grass target."

"Okay, let's try something different today," Hu Yang said, pointing to a crooked tree at the far end of the shooting range. "Is there anything you can see clearly from up there?"

Following the direction Hu Yang was pointing, Mo Zi'an, using the dim moonlight, noticed something very small hanging on a branch. "Reporting, Instructor, this is... a matchbox?"

"Hmm, your eyesight is good."

The sinister voice rose slightly, "Kid, those round targets you usually shoot at are too childish. Today I'll test your skills. You'll stand in my position and shoot that matchbox on the tree."

Five bullets. If you miss, you can go back to sweeping horse manure. I'm not going to waste my time on trash... Hmm? What are you looking for?

"Reporting, Instructor, I need to find a screwdriver." Mo Zian held up the [736-Modified] rifle in front of his chest. "At this distance, I don't need a scope. Besides... one bullet is enough!"

"Wow! My goodness, you're really something! Tsk tsk tsk... Interesting, very interesting!"

Hu Yang's half-undamaged face showed a mixture of surprise and disdain. "You're quite the rogue. Whether you succeed or not today, I'll respect you. Sergeant Chen, give him the screwdriver!"

Mo Zian took the screwdriver handed to him by the assistant sergeant and, under Hu Yang's watchful gaze, skillfully removed the scope. After taking a quick look, he directly loaded a 1.55 micro-inch (approximately 7.75mm) bullet.

click...

Pull the bolt; the bullet is chambered.

"Not going to adjust it anymore?" A sinister voice rang in Mo Zian's ear with a hint of amusement.

"No need, sir. This [736-modified] unit is in excellent condition. I can tell from its sound." Mo Zian shook his head and answered confidently.

"Heh... Come on, let's see if you're really that good, or just a pig with a green onion stuck in its nose."

As the sloping figure retreated a few steps, Mo Zian stood in Hu Yang's original position, holding his weapon horizontally.

The reason he challenged Hu Yang was because he couldn't stand the word "useless"—so what if you're an instructor? On this matter, I'm going to slap you in the face.

I roughly estimated the distance; it should be more than 100 zhang (50m) away, but less than 200 zhang (100m).

It was nighttime, and visibility was poor. With the help of the cool moonlight, Mo Zian could barely make out a small black dot swaying in the breeze in the distance.

A matchbox in the distance, suspended by a thin string, swung irregularly in the night breeze. Mo Zian regulated his breathing. Just as the matchbox was about to fall back to its lowest point, he felt a sudden stillness around him—

Bullet time is here.

"Bang!"

Mo Zian decisively pulled the trigger. The crisp and loud firing sound startled the birds around him. The matchbox in the distance flew into the air, only to be pulled back by the thin rope.

The firing range fell silent for a moment.

"I've seen your pornographic files."

Hu Yang broke the silence first, his sinister voice carrying a complex emotion, "Your family isn't hunters, are they?"

"Sir, my master and mistress were actually freelance mercenaries in their early years, and they also worked as hunters. I followed them since I was a child and also visited some skilled ones... How did you figure that out, sir?" Mo Zian asked.

"My intuition tells me the taste is different."

Hu Yang looked at Mo Zi'an and said, "If we're going to be honest, most people from military backgrounds aim with one eye. Only old hunters have the habit of aiming with both eyes. You, kid, aim with both eyes... Tell me the truth, what's the smallest thing you've ever shot?"

"Sir, although it doesn't always work, we've tried squirrel-eye and peacock-eye injections..."

Hu Yang smacked his lips a few times upon hearing this, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke, "So today was just a normal performance?"

"Yes." Mo Zian nodded without being modest. "Although it's dark, they're still inanimate objects. As long as you can see them, it's not particularly difficult."

Hu Yang nodded, reached out to Mo Zian, took the weapon, and the other man loaded two bullets.

Pull the bolt, chamber a round, and glance casually ahead.

"Bang!"

The birds that had just returned to their nests were startled away again, and Mo Zian's gaze quickly shifted—the thin string tying the matchbox had been broken.

"Bang!"

Another shot followed, and the broken matchbox that had fallen into the air was completely blown away, its whereabouts unknown. Hu Yang put away his weapon and looked at the stunned Mo Zi'an beside him.

"Heh...Are you stupid?"

Mo Zian then came to his senses and admitted that he had been stunned.

"I'm sorry, Instructor Hu, I was distracted. Your marksmanship is unparalleled in the entire army!" Mo Zian was completely convinced.

"Don't try that with me. If I don't have the skills, why would I take on this job?" Hu Yang handed the weapon to the auxiliary officer next to him, put his hands behind his back and looked at Mo Zi'an. "Although you're still a bit lacking, you're not bad. Train with me."

"yes!"