Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

The winds blowing from the ocean to the inland bring warmth and take away time.

Mo Zian wiped the sweat from his neck. The summer heat made the group, who had already undergone grueling training, feel as if they were in hell—the Mangshan area was extremely hot throughout the latter half of the Fire Month.

"Hurry up, everyone, this is the last round trip!"

Fully armed, Mo Zian took the lead, climbed over an obstacle, quickly passed through a crawling area covered with gravel, and then jumped into a rectangular mud pit.

Mo Zian took a difficult step, using the last bit of explosive power in his body to tumble and crawl across the mud.

Mo Zian felt as if he had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat as he looked at the obstacle in front of him—a high wall of knotted ropes.

"Hurry up! Your mother's waiting to breastfeed you!"

The familiar hoarse voice reached his ears again. Mo Zian let out a long breath, gritted his teeth, and began to climb.

"Get the water pipes running, so everyone can cool off!"

Several auxiliary officers dragged several long hoses, opened the sluice gate, and a powerful jet of water sprayed out, drenching everyone who was climbing the high wall.

"Hold on tight, all of you! If anyone falls, I'm not getting lunch!"

Mo Zian gripped the rope knot desperately as he climbed, but accidentally stepped on Chen Bu'nei's hand below.

"Old Bi! You bastard!"

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry! I'll treat you later."

Chen Bu-nei was very angry, but when some people offered to treat him to a meal, he wasn't so angry anymore.

Having finally climbed over the high wall, Mo Zian jogged all the way to the shooting range, where he found a disassembled [Golden Spear] rifle.

Assembling the rifle was simple for Mo Zian, but when he picked up the [Golden Spear] rifle, both his arms trembled.

Facing a target 200 zhang (100m) away, a newly assembled and uncalibrated rifle is essentially like having its sights filed down—in other words, it relies entirely on the feel of shooting.

If you insist that it was all just guesswork, that's fine too.

But that is precisely Shen Yi's training objective.

In actual combat, soldiers cannot always have the opportunity to calmly and confidently fire.

In some extreme situations, such as when your weapon breaks down and the enemy has appeared, you may only have your comrades or even the enemy's dropped weapons by your side.

Shen Yi demanded that his troops, even if they picked up a slingshot, must hit the enemy's vital points.

In his words: the more you guess, the more accurate you become.

Fortunately, Mo Zian never faltered on this project, emptying the ten bullets in the magazine at his fastest speed, while the target marker next to him with binoculars raised the green flag 10 times.

Putting down his rifle, Mo Zian rushed off to the next subject without stopping.

After grabbing a multi-shot musket equipped with a drum magazine and slinging it over his shoulder, he jumped into a simulated trench.

The trench was at a right angle and had many targets inside. What Mo Zian had to do was to "clear out" the "enemies" inside the trench.

This subject isn't entirely about testing accuracy.

Because each soldier is only issued one drum magazine, they not only need to fire while moving, but also need to calculate and allocate firepower strategically.

This is not easy for the extremely fast-firing [waist knife]; with a light pull of the trigger, several bullets are fired.

If the drum is emptied and there are still targets left to shoot, it is considered a failure.

Failure means facing Shen Yi's various forms of physical punishment—this is currently recognized as a difficult subject because it is always scheduled at the end of the training round, and when one's physical strength is almost exhausted, even one's hands will shake.

"Da da da".

"Da da da".

The last three bullets hit the last target, and Mo Zian crossed the trench area without any danger. He slung his waist knife behind his back and drew his pistol from the holster on his thigh.

Stepping towards the final bombing zone, there were a few targets set up along the way, but since the furthest distance would not exceed 40 zhang (20m), this posed almost no challenge for the [Martial Attendant].

This is also the only adjustment area that Shen Yi reserved.

Upon entering the bombing zone, Mo Zian was presented with four grenades—the [Jin Biao-3] attack grenade and the [Zhang Lei-2] defense grenade.

The [Jinbiao-3] is a wooden-handled grenade. It is called an attack grenade because it produces few explosive fragments, but its interior is filled with high-energy explosive mixed with ether powder.

The goal is to suppress enemy trenches and fortifications while minimizing the amount of debris that affects our attack path. Furthermore, the ether shockwave generated by the ether powder can also have a certain additional impact on the shield of the Spirit Warrior.

The [Grenade-2], on the other hand, is the complete opposite of the former. It primarily relies on a large number of explosive fragments to kill enemies, making it effective against large numbers of charging ordinary soldiers.

In fact, there is an upgraded version of the "Palm Grenade-2" called the "Palm Grenade-3". It has a large number of small steel balls added inside, and the explosive charge is also greatly increased. However, due to its relatively high cost, it is only issued to soldiers with the rank of sergeant or above, and it is impossible for it to be used for training.

In this project, Mo Zian's performance can only be described as mediocre, but there is one person who is particularly outstanding, so outstanding that everyone, including Shen Yi, is convinced of his excellence.

This person is Chen Bunei—in the words of his squad leader Jiang Xing, as long as Chen Bunei has the strength to reach, a grenade is more useful than a mortar.

According to Chen Bu'nai himself, his family were herders in the eastern part of the Mojiang Province in the northwest of the empire. Although they didn't have much silver, they owned about 10,000 sheep and several hundred cattle.

Chen Bunei grew up drinking milk, eating meat and milk tofu, and started learning to herd sheep when he was a few years old.

When herding sheep, it is inevitable to throw stones at stray or disobedient sheep, or even to scare away wolves. Over time, the accuracy of throwing things becomes part of one's instinct.

As for his martial arts skills, the straightforward Chen Bu'nai didn't hide it much. When he was ten years old, he found a person who was about to starve to death while herding sheep. He saved the person with three bowls of sheep's milk and wild onions he dug out of his pocket.

This person seems a bit crazy, but is surprisingly upright or even stubborn.

Because he was penniless but insisted on repaying a debt of gratitude, he taught Chen Bu'nai all his skills, and Chen Bu'nai still doesn't even know his master's surname.

Putting aside any suspicion of him freeloading, his teacher was not only highly skilled in martial arts but also extremely cultured; even the name Chen Bu Nei was given to him by the teacher.

As for what Chen Bu'nei's original name was, the other party refused to say no matter what.

This teaching lasted for six years, shaping him into who he is today.

Looking back at Chen Bunei casually unleashing four airbursts, Mo Zian suddenly had a feeling—a feeling perhaps similar to how others felt when watching him practice target shooting.

After leaving the throwing area, Mo Zian picked up the [Xiao-1] cannon barrel and a shell—

At Shen Yi's request, these types of guns, which had only been seen in exercises, were immediately transported to the capital's military academy, and more than a dozen of them were delivered.

Because it is very readily available, the manufacturing process is not complicated, and the cost is not too high.

Indeed, Shen Yi had completely fallen in love with this weapon—it was inexpensive to manufacture, had powerful firepower, was easy to maintain, and was relatively easy to carry.

As required by training, Mo Zian carried the [Xiao-1] cannon barrel and sprinted to the firing area. Without stopping, he opened the rear cover of the barrel, loaded a shell with a red tip into the chamber, closed the rear cover, and locked the chamber.

Mo Zian slung the cannon over his shoulder and aimed at a target about 200 zhang (100 m) away using its attached iron sights.

"Thump!"

The shell, trailing a very thin plume of white smoke, landed precisely in the target area, where a violent explosion occurred—it was a high-explosive shell.

Mo Zian jogged over and put the tube back in its original place so that the next person could use it.

"Live-fire shooting with a single gun barrel" was the last event. Mo Zian ran back to the starting point, sat down on the ground, took a couple of sips of his water bottle, and then poured the water over his head.

A hoarse, raspy voice suddenly appeared above Mo Zian's head.

"Old Bi, drink less cold water. The cafeteria is serving unlimited watermelon today."

"Really? Why are you being so generous today?" Mo Zian immediately put away the kettle and looked up to ask.

"Are you out of your mind, kid? Today is the first day of the Frost Moon, it's time to 'bite autumn' (a traditional Chinese custom)."

Mo Zian rolled his eyes and said, "Sir, I just can't associate this weather with 'autumn' at all."

"Hahaha, that's true."

Du Chi smiled, squatted down in front of Mo Zian, and lowered his voice slightly, "Hey, Lao Bi, I have something to ask you."

"What is it? Please tell me."

"I heard your sniper team is running out of sniper rifles? Does such a large military academy in the capital city not have any [736-Modified] rifles in its warehouse?"

"That's right, there are actually quite a few [736-modified] in the warehouse, but they are all models from earlier years."

Mo Zian said somewhat helplessly, "It doesn't meet the standards for sniper rifles at all. The officer in charge of the warehouse told us that all the new stock that meets the sniper standards is given priority to the combat troops and the armed police force of the garrison command."

All military academies are denied quotas; the capital city's military academy is already being treated as a special case by receiving a few high-magnification new optical sights.

Du Chi nodded, then looked around and lowered his voice again, "Transferring people from the army here now will take time... Lao Bi, can you think of a solution? I know your family owns a gun shop, you're an expert."

Mo Zian did not answer immediately, because he suddenly thought of someone.

After thinking for a moment, Mo Zian nodded and lowered his voice, saying, "No problem, I have two solutions. The best solution is to contact the school's weapons department."

"Why contact the Weapons Department?" Du Chi asked, somewhat confused.

Mo Zian explained somewhat slyly, "As the weapons department of the capital's military academy, I don't believe their teaching and research department doesn't have good stuff. Moreover, I think they must have a small laboratory, and it would definitely be no problem for them to test-produce one or two rifles."

To put it another way, as long as they're willing to help and can provide us with spare parts, the modification wouldn't be difficult for me. Besides, it seems the current head of the weapons department was transferred from the Southeast Arsenal.

Du Chi's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he patted Mo Zian's shoulder forcefully. "I knew asking you wouldn't have been a bad idea... But what if they don't agree?"

"If you don't agree, then take it to my house."

Mo Zian glanced towards the outside of the school. "My family's shop is fully capable of processing and manufacturing high-precision weapons, but..."

Before Mo Zian could finish speaking, Du Chi waved his hand and said, "If it really comes to that, we'll handle things fairly and squarely at your place. Don't worry, Lao Bi, we'll keep things separate."

And you don't need to worry about breaking the law; the boss has the relevant authority and acquisition quotas.

"Okay." Mo Zian nodded. "Sir, may I inform my family in advance?"

"No problem, just call and I'll apply for it for you." Du Chi agreed without hesitation. "I'll go find the boss now and contact the weapons department. I'll give you the afternoon off, it's a special approval."