Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

On the other side, the Capital Training Squadron.

"Hey! Old Bi, wake up!"

Inside the cabin of the airship at Shuhu, Mo Zian was vigorously shaken awake by Chen Bunei beside him.

"You're sleeping so soundly, wake up, we're almost there."

The roar and noise of the airship re-entered Mo Zian's brain through his eardrums. Mo Zian shook his head and rubbed his face with his hands.

The hamster nudged Han Dafu, who was leaning against it, and sat up groggily, wiping its mouth.

"Hmm? What the hell..."

"You two wake up! I heard Vice Principal Chen has already thrown a celebration banquet for us," Shen Yi said with a beaming smile. "You two will be the ones getting the most attention, so you better be on your best!"

Looking at Shen Yi's smile, Mo Zian felt that there was some extremely hidden and complex emotion in his expression, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Shen Yi climbed into the driver's seat.

"Sergeant Lin, how much longer until we land?"

"Our current speed has reached... Let me take a look, it's about 1120 li per hour (280 km/h), and we expect to arrive in about half an hour."

"Understood. Thank you both for your hard work on this exercise. Why don't you stay a while and join us for a celebratory drink?"

"Thank you for your kind offer, Major Shen. We appreciate the celebratory drink, but we have missions to complete back home and are afraid we won't be able to attend."

"Alright, then on behalf of the cadets in the capital and the entire Southeast Army Group, I, Shen, thank you both!"

"Major Shen, you're too kind. It's just my duty."

......

It was still the same secluded takeoff and landing site where they had set off, and about a dozen [Shuhu] airships slowly landed.

The group jumped off the plane and lined up neatly in the open space in front of the landing pad. All the temporarily issued equipment was left on the airship, and the group returned to their pre-departure attire.

It was dusk, and the last rays of sunlight from the daytime, reflected off the concrete ground, gave the mountains in the field of vision a faint gray hue.

"Come on, let's shout the marching poem! Ready, go!"

Returning victorious, their morale is high.

The neat and loud slogans echoed through the forest. There was no need for a forced march anymore. The group followed the path they had come from and headed towards the capital's military academy.

When Mo Zian saw that large black iron wooden gate, he felt a sense of "coming home".

Upon entering the gate, a small group of people stood in front of the enormous "Loyalty to the Country Stone," led by a sprightly old man in a crisp military uniform.

"stand at attention!"

After giving the command, Shen Yi ran forward to the old man.

"Reporting to the Vice Principal, the cadets from the Capital Military Academy have completed their mission in the Southwest 'Bailing Exercise' and have returned. 130 were expected, 130 are present. Please provide further instructions!"

"Take her back to wash and shower first, then bring her to the banquet hall in 45 minutes!"

"yes!"

......

Inside the banquet hall.

After washing up, everyone changed into military uniforms and took their seats.

Looking at the unusually abundant food on the table, Mo Zian recalled the individual rations and cold water from the previous two days and felt a faint sense of detachment.

Meanwhile, a distinct sound of swallowing saliva came directly from his side.

At this moment, the old man Chen Zhiming walked to the head of the hall. This always smiling old man seemed to have seen through the thoughts of these young people. He said a few words of encouragement, then raised his wine glass and laughed loudly.

"Come! Classmates, let's make an exception today! Let's drink this toast to the future stars of the empire!"

"Respectfully, Vice Principal!"

Amidst the resounding toasts, the elderly Chen Zhiming downed his drink in one gulp. He didn't linger long, leaving after a few rounds of drinks, while the atmosphere of the banquet gradually reached its climax.

Han Dafu ignored the enthusiasm around him and focused on eating, while Mo Zian was forced to drink a lot of alcohol by the people around him for various reasons—especially a guy named Du Chi who was called "Duck".

As the alcohol went down his throat, Mo Zian's senses became increasingly dulled, then he gradually felt dizzy, and finally lost all consciousness.

The banquet lasted until very late, and everyone either helped each other or carried each other back to their dormitories.

The huge banquet hall gradually became deserted, and Shen Yi, left alone, had a faint smile on his face.

He sat alone amidst the mess of cups and plates, pouring himself a glass of wine—he had been drinking non-stop since the start of the banquet, yet showed no signs of drunkenness.

His gaze wandered aimlessly until he suddenly noticed a piece of paper not far away. As he approached, he discovered that the paper contained an unfinished poem without a title.

Summer insects do not speak, and their leaves are free of frost.

The clarity is like a sobering dream on the battlefield.

Unable to express his homesickness through parting,

Three sentences, three different handwriting styles, all with somewhat crooked and messy characters, one can imagine the state of mind of the person who wrote them.

Shen Yi thought for a moment, then picked up the pen next to him and added the last sentence.

"I wish to be a young man until death."

......

Silent all night.

the next day.

Mo Zian slowly opened his sleepy eyes. He had slept very comfortably, and the strange thing in his mind did not come out to disturb him. However, the hangover headache that followed even made his thinking come to a standstill.

"Old Bi, you're awake?"

Wei Qiao, who was sitting next to Mo Zi'an reading, saw that Mo Zi'an had woken up and stood up to pour him a glass of water.

"Thank you." Mo Zian took the water glass and drank it all in one gulp. "What time is it?"

"It's past noon, and Aru and Dafu went to the cafeteria to get their lunch."

"Holy crap!" Mo Zian jumped up in shock and quickly rolled off the bed.

"Shen Daba La gave us a day off, no need to rush, there's no training today." Wei Qiao sat back down in his seat. "We can just wait to come back for lunch."

Mo Zian breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and quickly finished washing up. Then he sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice his internal energy—practicing the energy was secondary; the main purpose was to relieve his headache.

Not long after, Han Dafu and Wei Ru returned to their dormitory.

After placing Mo Zian's lunch on the table, Han Dafu tossed Mo Zian a small bottle, saying, "Here, Lao Bi, hangover soup."

"You still have these things at school?" Mo Zian caught the small bottle with one hand and asked in surprise.

"I'll prepare it for you; the materials are available in the infirmary."

"This is so timely, Dafu, thank you, you're so kind."

"Hmph, hurry up and drink it."

Han Dafu turned his face away, his cheeks flushing slightly, and muttered, "Look at how you were yesterday..."

Mo Zian unscrewed the cap, tilted his head back, and poured the liquid from the bottle into his mouth all at once. In that instant, Mo Zian felt his taste buds explode—

A mixture of sweet, salty, sour, astringent, spicy, and bitter flavors filled Mo Zian's entire mouth, while an unusually intoxicating coolness rushed through his mouth and nasal cavity, directly hitting the top of his head.

Is this what love tastes like? No way...

"Ugh...hiccup...ugh! Hiss...ugh..."

Mo Zian swore he had never tasted anything so bad. In terms of taste alone, he would rather have chosen leftover mouthwash.

However, after a series of intense reactions, the headache, heaviness, and other symptoms caused by the hangover all miraculously disappeared.

Mo Zian took a sip of water, but even the water tasted like that.

After opening the lunchbox, Mo Zian cast a resentful glance at Han Dafu, who was lying leisurely on the bed.

"My meat? The meat from my beef and potato stew?"

"This bottle of hangover medicine costs at least 80 yuan outside. It's not unreasonable for me to eat a few pieces of your meat, is it?" Han Dafu waved his hand with his eyes closed. "Besides, with your mouth after drinking the medicine, it's all the same to you."

Mo Zian stared at Han Dafu's short legs, which were raised and swinging incessantly, and viciously picked up a piece of potato and put it in his mouth—

One of the hamsters was right.

......

"Is it good?"

"It's alright, it has a very exotic Highland flavor."

In the afternoon, Mo Zian was dragged from his dormitory to the training ground by sniper instructor Hu Yang.

"Yeah, back in the day... Don't move! Don't you dare touch me!"

At this moment, Mo Zian was lying prone at a shooting position scattered with small pebbles, with a bullet still lodged in the body of the [Judge] gun in his hand.

Mo Zian stared intently ahead, a somewhat sinister voice carrying a hint of reminiscence coming from beside him.

"Back then, I was lying in the hospital, and I didn't get to experience any of the fighting in the southwest..."

"Have you served in the Southwest Army Group?" Mo Zian asked calmly.

"Yes, the First Army Corps of Southwest China is stationed in the Muguan area."

Mo Zian was startled and couldn't help but turn his head to look over, only to be slapped on the forehead.

"What are you looking at! Don't move... I don't know your parents, and I don't know your godfather either!"

"...Yes, sir."

"Tsk, trying to provoke me, huh?"

Hu Yang plucked a sage from the weeds beside him and placed it on Mo Zian's face, waving it back and forth.

Seeing that Mo Zian's features were starting to "go wherever they wanted," Hu Yang chuckled and continued, "I've seen your file, kid. You killed at least three Chenhuan devils when you were eight years old. You've got guts."

Hu Yang put away the sage and gently patted Mo Zi'an on the shoulder.

"Old Bi, you've come to the right place. You're better than me and luckier than me, but we have one thing in common."

"Don't you believe in fate?" Mo Zian asked quietly.

Hu Yang didn't answer directly, but laughed self-deprecatingly, "What can a disfigured cripple do besides retire and go home to raise pigs? Ha... But I won't!"

As luck would have it, just as I was recovering from my injuries, the Southeast Army was recruiting. I asked someone to pull some strings, and the Southeast Army's recruitment office took me in like I was trash.

At the time, we were attacking Weiyuan. That battle lasted for about twenty days. When the battle results were tallied, they counted that I had killed 207 people, but I counted them myself and it should have been 218...

Mo Zian had heard Du Chi mention the man's battle record before—

This "disfigured cripple" was nicknamed "Living Yama" by the entire Southeast Army Group, and the commander of the Southeast Army Group personally awarded him a Silver Dragon Medal.

In addition, he was the only paratrooper with a limp.

Mo Zian knew very well who the person in front of him was, but for a moment he couldn't think of a suitable response.

Having spent a considerable amount of time together, he knew that Hu Yang was particularly averse to certain types of talk, so he chose to remain silent.

Hu Yang clearly didn't intend to let Mo Zian answer. He continued, "I'm telling you this not to show how awesome I am, but to tell you that your platform is better than mine, so you should be stronger than me."

You did a good job in this exercise, but it's not enough.

"Yes, sir!"

"Okay, sit up, I need to talk to you about something important."

Mo Zian struggled to his feet; he had been lying on this small patch of rubble for almost an entire afternoon, and his body was stiff with fatigue.

Prolonged prone position is a fundamental skill for a sniper; it doesn't consume much physical strength, but it is a great test of endurance and stamina.

"I heard that Shen Yi assigned you all homework, requiring each of you to write a summary report of the exercise?"

"Yes, sir." Mo Zian quickly sat down in front of Hu Yang and replied, "Instructor Shen told us to hand them in in three days."

"Regarding this assignment, I have some special requirements for you—I require you to write it from the perspective of a sniper, or you can add some separate report paragraphs about snipers. Submit a separate copy to me in three days."

"Yes."

"Yes, that's the first thing." Hu Yang nodded, then waved to Mo Zian, signaling him to come closer.

Mo Zian leaned forward slightly, and Hu Yang lowered his voice and said, "Old Bi, the sniper team needs to be expanded. Give me a list later."

"Yes, sir."

Mo Zian readily agreed at first, then asked with some doubt, "Sir, I'll just ask you directly. I'm just a trainee, why...?"

"Precisely because you are a trainee, Old Bi."

Hu Yang took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a small puff. "It seems that Shen Yi got a taste of success from this exercise, so this morning he told me that he wanted me to help him expand his sniper team. I didn't agree, but I didn't refuse either, so he will first provide a list of candidates."

"Sir, you want me to give you some advice?"

"Yes." Hu Yang nodded. "Actually, I was prepared for this ever since he transferred me here—I came all this way, I can't just teach you alone."

He certainly has his reasons for choosing the right people, but I can't just accept everything he says. So, I need some suggestions from Lao Bi, from the trainees' perspective.

"Yes, sir."

Hu Yang nodded: "Old Bi, this list is from our private conversation, so you don't have to feel awkward. Just write down whoever you think is good, or if you don't like any of them, then don't write anything at all."

In other words, Shen Yi is also my superior, so I can't reject his entire list. I just need to keep that in mind; it's important to tailor my teaching to individual students.

"Understood, sir."