I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

a few days later.

Training Corps Shooting Range.

After several days of map drawing and simple sand table simulations, Qin Gang, Liu Zhen, and others have experienced a significant change in their mindset.

Previously, they always thought Wu Hanfeng was just physically abnormal and couldn't run like a human.

Later they discovered that this kid's legs were not human-like.

Their minds don't seem quite the same either.

You can memorize a map after looking at it once, and you can deduce a scenario after hearing it explained once on a sand table.

While others were still studying whether the winding contour lines on the map represented a ridge or a valley, he was already considering which gully to take to sneak around and steal their command post.

For several days in a row.

Several team leaders and squad leaders were severely impacted.

Especially Liu Zhen.

He had originally hoped to use map reading lessons to teach Wu Hanfeng, this "reckless man" who only knew how to run, a lesson in map reading.

After the lesson ended, the way he looked at Wu Hanfeng changed.

Previously, he thought Wu Hanfeng was physically strong.

Now, he's discovered that this kid is also quite intelligent.

It has developed quite comprehensively.

Fortunately, today it was finally time for live-fire exercises.

Looking at the firing range ahead, Liu Zhen finally regained some confidence.

Map reading can be done by memorization.

Sand table simulations can be done using your brain.

But live-fire shooting relies on experience gained from firing bullets one by one.

If your hand is unsteady, your gun will be unsteady.

If you're even a fraction of a second too slow in your judgment, the target will be missed.

No matter how good your physical fitness is, you can't carry a bullet on your shoulder and deliver it to the target.

Liu Zhen simply didn't believe it.

How can Wu Hanfeng still outperform them in all subjects?

Eight o'clock in the morning.

All trainees assembled behind the firing line.

As soon as everyone took their positions, they realized that today's venue was completely different from usual.

Ahead is a shooting range about 100 meters long.

There are twenty or thirty obstacles scattered along both sides of the passage.

There is a cement wall that is half a person high.

There are stacked tires.

There are wooden planks, sandbags, low walls, and simulated abandoned vehicles.

There are also several shallow pits that have been dug out.

The obstacles varied in height and width, and there was no discernible pattern between them.

Some places offer a wide view.

In some places, only a narrow slit can be seen.

At first glance, everything in front of us was quiet and peaceful.

Apart from the obstacles, there wasn't even a single target in sight.

Qian Kun craned his neck to look for a long time, then asked in confusion, "What are we playing today?"

Ma Teng squinted: "I don't know."

"How come I haven't seen a single target?"

Sun Dawei: "Could it be that it hasn't been displayed yet?"

Hao Qiang shook his head.

"It should already be set up."

"Where?"

"It's hidden."

Qian Kun was stunned for a moment.

"The target can be hidden?"

Hao Qiang looked at him expressionlessly.

"The target won't hide."

"The person who sets up the target will."

Qian Kun: "..."

While the group was whispering among themselves, Qin Gang had already walked to the front of the line.

He was wearing protective earmuffs today, holding a stopwatch, and looked much more serious than usual.

On the live-fire range, even the most playful person has to put away their laughter.

Qin Gang glanced at the line.

"At ease!"

Wow!

Everyone stepped forward with their left foot.

Qin Gang raised his hand and pointed forward.

"Today's training exercise is not stationary target shooting."

"It's not like I'm telling you to lie there, slowly aim, and slowly pull the trigger."

"Today we're competing in the 100-meter shooting event!"

As soon as he finished speaking, many people in the group became serious.

Qin Gang continued, "From the starting point to the finish line, it's a total of one hundred meters."

"After the shooter enters the field with his gun, the targets on both sides of the passage will randomly bounce up as the person moves forward."

"The direction is not fixed."

The order is not fixed.

"The time interval is not fixed."

"It's possible that three will appear in succession on the left, or it's possible that after you've finished attacking the right side, a target will immediately appear on the left rear."

"What you need to do is, while moving forward, quickly locate the target, identify the target, and complete the firing!"

At this point, he nodded to the support staff next to him.

The personnel pressed the controller.

click!

Behind a tire obstacle on the left, a metal target shaped like a human head suddenly popped up.

Before anyone could see it clearly, the iron target quickly fell down again.

Immediately afterwards, another sandbag bounced up from behind the right side.

Only his head and a small part of his shoulders were visible.

It stayed for less than a second before falling again.

A low gasp rippled through the ranks.

This is completely different from a fixed target.

The fixed target station remained stationary.

As long as you maintain a stable posture and aim slowly, you'll always have a chance to hit the target.

The shooter needs to run and observe at the same time.

Once a target is identified, a response must be made within a very short time.

If you hesitate even slightly, the target will be gone.

After Qin Gang and the others saw it clearly, he continued, "All targets are iron targets with human heads."

"If the target is hit in the effective area, it will fall down immediately."

"If you don't fall, it doesn't count as a hit."

"The entire course has a total of thirty objectives."

"The shooter carried thirty rounds of ammunition, loaded into three magazines."

"Ten rounds per magazine."

"In other words, you need to change magazines twice during the entire movement."

Qian Kun silently did the math.

Thirty seconds.

Run 100 meters.

Hit thirty targets.

The magazine needs to be changed twice.

He suddenly realized that his hands and feet might not be enough.

"On average, we have to process one target per second."

Qin Gang continued:

"There's one more thing!"

"There might be hostage targets hidden behind the target!"

Everyone was stunned again upon hearing this.

The personnel pressed the controller again.

Behind a wooden plank in front, two targets bounced up at the same time.

In front of us was a metal target made of human heads.

Right behind them was a hostage target marked in white.

From the firing position, the two targets almost overlapped.

If the muzzle is slightly off-center, or the timing of the shot is wrong, the bullet may miss the target in front and hit the hostage target behind.

Qin Gang said in a deep voice, "Hit the hostage target, immediate pass!"

Qian Kun was stunned.

"How can you pass if you hit the hostage target?"

Han Song, who was standing next to him, gave him a cold look.

"It means you're off the report card."

Qian Kun immediately shut his mouth.

Qin Gang glared at him, annoyed.

"When I say 'PASS,' I mean a direct failure!"

"Don't talk about how many targets you hit."

"Even if you hit the target 29 times in the first 29 shots, if the last shot hits the hostage target, your score will still be invalid!"

"Did you understand?"

"clear!"

Everyone answered in unison.