I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

The next day.

The entire company will conduct shooting training this morning.

The special operations squad had undergone inhumane training the day before, and they thought they would be sore all over and weak in their arms the next day, fearing it would affect their training.

To everyone's surprise, the next day, apart from a slight stinging sensation on their skin, the group felt no muscle soreness at all, and even felt more relaxed than after a massage.

"This is amazing! Does hard qigong really have this effect?"

"Follow Brother Feng, and you'll live the high life!"

After the entire company assembled, Chen Zhiyuan had everyone line up and divide into groups according to their classes.

Today's assessment is the 100-meter shooting event.

Hold the gun and move forward 100 meters. During this time, there will be 30 metal targets. As you move forward, different metal targets with human heads will randomly pop out from behind different obstacles. If you are hit, the target will fall down automatically. There are only 30 bullets.

In other words, if you miss the first shot, even with follow-up shots, you can only hit a maximum of 29 targets.

The rules stipulate that participants must complete the 100-meter race and shooting within 30 seconds, with 20 hits being considered excellent, 22 good, and 25 or more being considered excellent.

Chen Zhiyuan glanced at Wu Hanfeng, only to be caught red-handed by Wu Hanfeng. His neck stiffened instantly, and he quickly looked away.

Wu Hanfeng laughed and said, "Old Chen, why are you always thinking about me? Are you still upset about losing yesterday and want to compete with me again today?"

"I didn't!" Chen Zhiyuan shouted reflexively.

"What are you yelling about? I didn't say you were guilty."

Chen Zhiyuan: "..."

"Old Chen, we've played so many times already, one more time won't make a difference. If you win, you can wash my socks for the previous ones you agreed to if you lost, and that'll be it. If you lose, how about we add another month?"

Cancel it all?!

Could Wu Hanfeng really be so kind?

Could this kid be up to something?!

But I've lost to him for three months already. If I win, not only will I not have to wash my socks for three months, but I'll also be able to finally feel proud.

Seeing Chen's furrowed brow, Wu Hanfeng couldn't help but press on: "Old Chen, don't you want the new recruits to look at you with new respect? Don't you want the veterans to be truly convinced of your worth? This is your best chance to redeem yourself!"

Oh shit!

We've done it!

But he can't compare to me; I'm terrified of him now. I feel insecure whenever I run into Wu Hanfeng.

His eyes darted around and locked onto instructor Wang Tao.

He pulled Wang Tao aside and whispered, "Old Wang, it's your turn to make a name for yourself. Have a shooting competition with that bastard Wu Hanfeng. If you beat him, you'll save face for our Third Company's chief examiner!"

Wang Tao still had no idea what he was thinking.

"If you're so concerned about saving face, why don't you go and do it yourself?"

"...Isn't this giving you room to show your abilities? Let the new recruits see what our instructor is capable of."

Wang Tao reluctantly approached the target.

"Oh? Instructor, you want to play with me?"

When Wu Hanfeng saw Wang Tao approaching, he couldn't help but smile. "Old Chen was afraid of losing face, so he sent you, right?"

Wang Tao turned to look at Chen Zhiyuan, who subconsciously lowered his head and started biting his nails.

"Ugh."

Wang Tao sighed slightly, "It makes no difference whether he loses face or I lose face. We're both company commanders anyway."

"Come on, let's have a match."

"If you lose, Old Chen and I will wash your smelly socks together."

"You won. Your bet with Old Chen yesterday is now canceled."

Wu Hanfeng chuckled and said, "Instructor, I've stockpiled quite a few socks."

Wang Tao scoffed, "That depends on whether you have the ability to force it on me!"

As Wang Tao spoke, he reached out and picked up the gun.

The soldiers surrounded the left and right sides.

"This forced even our instructor to step in."

"I guess the company commander is afraid of losing."

"In my opinion, Brother Feng is driving the company commander to the brink of post-traumatic stress disorder. Every day he wakes up, he's just waiting to be tricked."

"There's nothing we can do; Brother Feng is just that strong."

"Damn it, when will I have that kind of strength? Will I be able to walk around like a madman in the army?"

"You? You'd be lucky to make it in your next life."

......

"boom--"

As soon as the first shot rang out, Wang Tao took off running at a very fast pace.

As soon as the target appeared, Wang Tao's bullets were already fired.

In just two seconds, before anyone else could even see what was happening, Wang Tao had already taken down three moving targets.

His movements are quick and steady, and his reaction speed is outstanding.

"Wow! Our instructor usually keeps a low profile, but he's really amazing!"

"What do you think? Those who can become political instructors are just as capable as company commanders, it's just that they don't need to train every day."

"Holy crap! I just took down two more moving targets."

"That shot was too steady; I didn't even see how he ran."

The new recruits were all dumbfounded.

Before anyone could react, Wang Tao had already crossed the finish line.

The total time was 24 seconds, and a total of 29 moving targets were hit.

This achievement is outstanding even by the standards of the entire group.

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause.

"The instructor is awesome!"

"In 24 seconds, even if I were stationary and firing, I wouldn't be able to hit 29 targets."

"That reaction speed... no wonder he's the instructor! His skills are truly impressive!"

"It's over, Brother Feng has lost badly this time."

"I also think that his fixed target shooting is really good, but he only hit 18 in 30 seconds in the previous dynamic shooting, which was still an extraordinary performance."

"I don't think even with improvement, it's possible to instantly become a gun god, right?"

"Now the company commander can finally hold his head high; he doesn't have to wash Brother Feng's socks anymore."

The four members of the special operations squad were also worried for Wu Hanfeng when they saw Wang Tao's results.

"Brother Feng's opponent this time is very strong."

"I heard that Feng's best score in sports shooting was only 8. Can he do it this time?"

"I believe in Brother Feng!" Zhao Yihang said firmly.

"I believe in Brother Feng too. He's created so many miracles; he's a miracle in himself!"

"Yes! Keep it up, Feng Ge!"

"Keep it up!"

The four of them shouted slogans in unison for Wu Hanfeng.

Wu Hanfeng smiled, raised his chin at them, and waved.

Chen Zhiyuan rolled his eyes speechlessly: "Still trying to act cool? You're about to lose face."

Chen Zhiyuan was overjoyed.

Don't let Wang Tao's usual cheerful demeanor and focus on ideological work fool you; his athletic shooting is among the top three in the entire regiment.

Even he himself was defeated by him.

Even if Wu Hanfeng were to perform exceptionally well, there is absolutely no way he could surpass his record of 24 seconds and 29 targets.

Let you go crazy!

As the old saying goes, karma is a cycle, and no one escapes the wrath of Heaven.

Wu Hanfeng, you'd better go wash your stinky socks tonight.