I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

"Wu Hanfeng!"

"arrive!"

Wu Hanfeng stepped forward.

Liu Zhenchong raised his chin.

"You did quite well in the previous subjects."

"Map drawing, map reading and use, sand table simulations—you learn everything quickly."

"What about this one?"

Have you practiced this before?

All eyes immediately turned to Wu Hanfeng.

Qian Kun and his group showed expressions of anticipation.

Wu Hanfeng thought for a moment and answered very honestly: "Report, I have practiced fixed target shooting and ordinary sport shooting."

"I've never practiced with this kind of complete 100-meter random target practice."

Liu Zhen's smile widened.

It's good that you haven't practiced it.

Finally, there was something he hadn't practiced.

Before Liu Zhen could even be happy for two seconds, Wu Hanfeng said something else.

"But it doesn't look too difficult."

"You can give it a try."

The entire room suddenly fell silent.

Liu Zhen's smile froze.

Qin Gang's eyelids twitched as well.

Han Song, Du Hong, Song Yizhou, and He Yong exchanged glances subconsciously.

They were all too familiar with those words.

Every time Wu Hanfeng thinks "it's not difficult," someone always ends up being the one who suffers.

He used to say that running wasn't difficult.

Later, one class got dizzy from running.

Later, a group of training team cadres also got dizzy from running around.

He said writing a self-criticism wasn't difficult.

As a result, the entire training team wrote until their wrists trembled for several days in a row.

A few days ago, he said again that map making is not difficult.

The last few training instructors studied his drawing for a long time, but couldn't find any problems.

Now, he's back again.

I haven't practiced it.

But it's not difficult at all.

Both of these short sentences sound normal when listened to separately.

When Wu Hanfeng puts it together, it always gives people a feeling that something terrible is about to happen.

He Yong whispered, "Why did I want to contact the medical team first when he said 'it's not difficult'?"

Du Hongdao said, "Today is a live-fire exercise."

"We don't have enough contact with the health team."

"Who should we contact?"

"Shut your mouth first."

The two immediately regained their seriousness.

Qin Gang looked at Wu Hanfeng.

"Could you please stop saying 'it's not difficult at all' all the time?"

Wu Hanfeng asked doubtfully, "Captain, I just said we could give it a try."

"You haven't even stepped onto the field yet, and you already think it won't be difficult?"

"Didn't Squadron Leader Liu just demonstrate?"

"so what?"

"I understand the process."

Qin Gang: "..."

He suddenly regretted letting Liu Zhen demonstrate so completely.

When others watch a demonstration, they are learning the movements.

When Wu Hanfeng watched the demonstration, it looked like he had simply memorized the answer.

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhen became even more angry.

"OK!"

"Now that you understand, go up and give it a try!"

"I'm not asking you to last twenty-two seconds."

"If this is your first time attempting this skill, hitting twenty targets within thirty seconds is considered impressive!"

Wu Hanfeng nodded.

"Can."

"Shall we try it now?"

Liu Zhen said, "You can make some preparations if you want."

"No need for that."

Wu Hanfeng walked out of the group quite naturally.

Qian Kun asked, "How many do you think Brother Feng can take on?"

Ma Teng asked, "Twenty-five?"

Sun Dawei shook his head: "Twenty-five is already an exaggeration for someone who's never encountered random targets before."

"Those twenty-two?"

"Possibly."

After they finished speaking, they both looked at Hao Qiang.

What do you think?

Hao Qiang remained silent for a while.

I'm not going to guess his grades now.

Why?

"Easily injured."

Qian Kun asked in disbelief, "Can guessing a result really cause an injury?"

"I'm emotionally hurt."

Hao Qiang looked at Wu Hanfeng, who was receiving the magazine.

"Every time we think he's done, he manages to do it again."

"If it happens too often, it's easy to start doubting yourself."

Qian Kun, Ma Teng, and Sun Dawei thought about it.

Surprisingly, there was no way to refute it.

In front of the firing line.

The support personnel have handed over the three magazines to Wu Hanfeng.

Ten rounds per magazine.

There are thirty bullets in total.

No more.

Not a single shot can be missing.

Wu Hanfeng took the magazine and carefully inspected it.

Then place it as required.

His expression gradually became serious.

Saying it's not difficult doesn't mean he would actually underestimate live-fire shooting.

Quite the opposite.

The more live-fire the training, the less room there is for carelessness.

Thirty goals.

Thirty bullets.

To hit all the targets, you can't afford to waste any.

Every time the trigger is pulled, it must correspond to a target.

Every judgment must be flawless.

Especially those hostage targets hidden behind head targets.

If you only pursue speed and don't pay attention to identification, even a slight deviation will invalidate your entire round score.

Wu Hanfeng raised his rifle.

At that very moment, the shooting assistance skills in my mind started working rapidly.

His vision seemed much clearer than before.

Every obstacle ahead.

Every gap where a target might appear.

Even the subtle reflections created by light shining on the edges of the steel plate were clearly visible to the eye.

At the same time, the power of the Qilin Arm was also concentrated in the right arm.

My arms are slightly tense.

The entire rifle was firmly under control.

The weight remains.

The recoil will not disappear.

But when he held the gun in one hand, it seemed to be integrated with his entire arm.

It's almost too stable.

Liu Zhen, who was standing to the side, watched for a while, then suddenly frowned.

What are you doing with your left hand?

Wu Hanfeng looked down at his left hand, which was hanging naturally at his side.

"Nothing."

"I'm asking you why you don't hold the gun with your left hand?"

"One hand is enough."

Liu Zhen was taken aback.

"You're going to shoot with one hand?"

"Um."

"The whole process?"

"Use your right hand when shooting."

Wu Hanfeng explained, "When changing magazines, the left hand helps."

Liu Zhen's face twitched.

So, his left hand is only responsible for temporary support?

"Do you know this is sport shooting?"

"Know."

"Running and firing at the same time naturally causes a lot of gun sway!"

"Know."

"You're still using one hand?"

Wu Hanfeng said seriously, "It's not easy to swing your arms when you're running with both hands holding the gun."

Liu Zhen: "..."

What is the reason for this?

When others are running and shooting, they are thinking about how to make the gun more stable.

Wu Hanfeng, however, was thinking about how to make himself run faster.

Are they here to shoot, or to run the 100-meter dash?

Just as Liu Zhen was about to speak, Qin Gang walked over.

He glanced at Wu Hanfeng's gun-holding posture, then at his obviously taut right arm.

"Captain, he wants to fight with one hand," Liu Zhen said immediately.

"I heard you."

Qin Gang's face darkened.

"Wu Hanfeng!"

"arrive!"

"Are you sure you can guarantee safety?"

"able!"

"During firing, the muzzle must always be pointed in a safe direction!"

"clear!"

"No operating procedures may be violated in pursuit of speed!"

"clear!"

Qin Gang stared at him for two seconds.

He actually wanted Wu Hanfeng to hold the gun with both hands.

However, the training rules do not stipulate that both hands must be used when shooting.

As long as the shooter can ensure safety, using one hand is not considered a violation.

Moreover, Wu Hanfeng's right hand, which gripped the gun, was remarkably steady.

Since the gun was raised, there has been almost no noticeable shaking.

Qin Gang eventually retreated to the timing position.

"You said it yourself!"

"There's been a problem. All training today is immediately suspended!"

"yes!"