Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

These days, unless it's a necessary subject, Mo Zian no longer participates in the afternoon intensive training. Instead, he follows Hu Yang to a separate shooting range for sniper training.

"boom!"

A firing sound, unlike any other ether gun from the Guangwu Empire, resounded across the firing range, like thunder.

A grass target in the distance was hit under the setting sun, spraying out a lot of grass clippings.

"Heh... It's done. 1600 zhang (800m) was supposed to be a hurdle, but it seems you didn't. That's it for today's shooting training."

On the high slope, Hu Yang put down his binoculars and patted Mo Zi'an on the shoulder as he was shooting from a prone position.

"Old Bi, tell me the truth, how far can this damn thing you're holding really shoot?"

Mo Zian ejected the bullet from the chamber and pondered before saying, "The effective range is about 2800 zhang (1400m). Any further, and the Spirit Warrior's Ether Shield and the elite combat armor of the Chenhuan people will be in trouble."

Hu Yang listened for a long time without saying a word, then muttered, "Then what's the point of me bringing anything [736-modified]..."

Mo Zian did not get up, but instead used the scope of the weapon in his assistant's hand to aimlessly observe his surroundings. In the distance, towards the training ground, Mo Zian spotted Du Chi, who was packing up his troops.

It's time for our daily mini-game again!

Mo Zian removed the bullet, then, with a mischievous grin, aimed the crosshair at the male duck that was yelling something in the distance.

However, just as the scale line was aligned, Du Chi, who was in the distance, suddenly jolted and subconsciously turned his head to look at the high slope where Mo Zi'an was.

He gave a sarcastic middle finger.

This was all pre-arranged, using the middle finger as the signal.

"Heh...you've been found out again." Hu Yang stood to the side holding up his binoculars, not caring whether Du Chi could see it or not, and gave him the middle finger in return. "I told you from the first day I taught you that your killing intent is too strong, and Du Chi is notoriously sensitive."

Mo Zian got up from the ground and rubbed his hair, which had grown quite a bit longer, with some annoyance.

Training can improve marksmanship and aim faster, but it can't improve things like "killing intent," which are mysterious and elusive. Mo Zian discovered the problem but couldn't address it for the time being.

In a past life?

Firstly, he wasn't a sniper in his past life, and secondly, there wasn't anything that mysterious about him in his past life!

Hu Yang picked up a bullet and waved to Mo Zian.

"Come on, the usual."

Mo Zian skillfully picked up the weapon, while Hu Yang placed the bullets on the gun.

"It's ready. There's still some time before dinner. Let me tell you something."

Hu Yang stood beside Mo Zi'an, pacing back and forth, and said in a calm but solemn tone: "I've been thinking about the killing intent these past two days, and I think your problem is that your purpose is too strong."

In my words, sniping is a kind of "cause and effect"—you pull the trigger on one side, and someone else gets shot on the other side; all you have to do is pull the trigger.

In other words, with your marksmanship, how could you possibly miss? The important thing for you is your choice; go back and think about that carefully.

Hu Yang stopped pacing and stood beside Mo Zi'an, gazing at the "little black dots" lined up on the training ground in the distance. He continued, "There's one more thing. Why don't you ever show any murderous intent when you're hunting? At first, I was also puzzled, but then I put myself in your shoes and realized the answer is incredibly simple—let me ask you, what do you see those animals in the mountains as? Moving fur coats, or long-legged fresh meat? They're definitely not living creatures, right?"

"Yes."

"So, you know my answer?"

"Yes...I understand!"

"Okay, good." Hu Yang nodded in satisfaction. "However, you don't need to worry too much about this. It will be resolved slowly. Besides, with your sniping range, even a god couldn't react if you were a little too far away."

Mo Zian nodded with difficulty.

The empty bullets in his hand weighed 40 jin (20 catties). In order to prevent the bullets from falling off the gun, he needed to hold it absolutely steady. Mo Zian was straining his whole body as he held it horizontally.

He dared not say too much, for fear of letting out a sigh of relief.

Hu Yang glanced at Mo Zian's arm, which was drooping slightly, and frowned as he shouted, "Hold it steady, hold it steady! I haven't even let you load the bullets yet! Heh... Look, look, the capable old Bi, 2.5 microinch (12.5mm) caliber, precision-forged heavy barrel, machine gun bullets, heavy stabilized bolt, 4-8x adjustable large sights."

Tsk tsk tsk... In the entire empire, you, Scorpion Papa, are unique in your venomous ways.

You got what you deserved, you'll have to bear it even if you have to kneel! You can't even lift your own weapon, what kind of war are you going to fight... Don't move, don't move! If a bullet falls, don't eat dinner tonight!

Hu Yang glanced one last time at the words "Judge" engraved on the gun barrel with teary eyes, and muttered, "Giving it a name, how flashy... Hold it properly!"

Time slipped away from Mo Zian as the beads of sweat slowly trickled down his forehead, flowing over his eyebrows, eyelids, and eyelashes.

Then it got into my eyes.

Mo Zian was in great pain, and Hu Yang was also in great pain, muttering to himself incessantly.

"Heh, what's with the [736-Modified]?... Hmph, 2.5 microinches... Tsk, 2800 zhang..."

The sun had completely sunk behind the western ridgeline, leaving only its last rays. Hu Yang waved, and Mo Zi'an let his arms hang down with a sigh of relief; his entire back was soaked with sweat.

"Let's go, let's grab something to eat." Hu Yang picked up the coat that had been tossed aside, glanced at his pocket watch, and said, "Return the weapons to the armory. We'll meet at the back gate at 8 PM after dinner."

"yes!"

Mo Zian jogged away from the shooting range and rushed into the canteen following the aroma of food. Han Dafu, who was sitting in a seat near the back, waved to him.

After getting their food and sitting down, the only sound in the mess hall was the sound of people wolfing down their food. No loud talking was allowed while eating, and the time allotted was no more than 30 minutes. After several dozen days of training, almost every military rule gradually became a habit.

Therefore, focusing solely on practical work is the right approach, and the model of practical work is Han Dafu, who stands beside Mo Zi'an—

This clever hamster always fills out half a lunchbox first, so she can finish eating before those who honestly fill out a whole box, or even pack it tightly. Then she can fill out another box before others, and also scavenge the leftover meat.

Mo Zian learned it the next day.

As usual, the two finished their second round of meals today, and then shared some of the meat they had collected with Wei Qiao and Wei Ru, who were sitting at the same table.

The other two said the food offered with contempt was delicious, especially the sweet and sour pork offered with contempt.

After quickly finishing the greasy meal, Mo Zian was about to get up when a hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder without him noticing.

"Old Bi, you and Dafu stay behind for a moment." Du Chi shouted again at the gate, "Luo Chong! You too! Squad leader, stay behind, I need to talk to you about training issues."

In fact, they weren't the only ones who stayed behind; the squad leaders of other squads were also kept behind by their respective squad commanders using similar excuses.

However, the other two squad leaders seemed to have something to do. After exchanging a brief conversation with Du Chi, they also left.