Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 122 A Soldier King Who Loses Face So Much? (Please Subscribe and Give Monthly Tickets)

A new week, a new beginning.

The trainees were pulled out of bed at 5 a.m., and without any time for washing up or breakfast, they were easily dragged to the shooting range, still half asleep.

The location was less than 100 meters behind the dormitory, and the target was only 80 meters away. It was a half-body target.

The range's characteristics are already quite clear.

It is a tactical shooting range specifically designed for rapid-response shooting and other special shooting techniques.

The shooting range is surrounded by mounds of earth several meters high on three sides, with the remaining eastern side being the entry and waiting area. There are a total of 11 shooting positions, each with a cement stock.

And now, next to each gunstock, there is a square camouflage tarpaulin.

There were a bunch of gun parts on top!

The people who come here are all veterans who have been shooting for several years, and they are all elites from various companies. Ordinary precision shooting is no longer of any significance.

Everyone who went up to compete scored full marks, which didn't achieve the desired training objectives at all.

This is special training, not regular training.

Yuan Lang was well aware of this.

So they prepared this great show.

"One, two, one, one, two, one, halt!"

"Left turn, right dress, eyes forward, at ease, attention."

The special training brigade, chanting their formation slogans, ran all the way to the firing range and lined up in front of it. The duty officer, Old A, jogged up to Yuan Lang, saluted, and reported.

"Comrade Captain, the special training brigade has been brought to the shooting range and lined up. There should be 44 people, and there are 44 people present. Please give your instructions."

Yuan Lang saluted and replied, "Proceed as planned."

"yes!"

The duty officer saluted, ran back to the front of the formation, and gave the command: "At ease!"

Qi Huan, as the duty officer, walked to the front of the formation with a folder and announced to the trainees: "The shooting will be conducted in a kneeling position without support. From start to finish, you have only one minute and must use up all the bullets in the magazine."

After explaining the rules of the shooting in a very simple way, Qi Huan began to give the order to fire.

"Column 1, ready..."

Qi Huan held a stopwatch in his hand, pressed the timer, and shouted, "Start!"

The entire shooting session lasted only one minute, and the students in the first row dared not delay in any way, nor did they follow the proper procedures when leading their teams into the shooting range.

Instead, they all sprinted towards the firing positions 10 meters away.

One person per seat from left to right.

Cheng Cai and Wu Liuyi, who were in the first row, were the first to run to the shooting position. They were dumbfounded when they saw the pile of parts in front of them.

"Good heavens, why is it decomposed?"

"I've never even played '95' before, and now you're talking about dismantling it? How are we supposed to play like this?"

Cheng Cai and Wu Liuyi were inwardly groaning, feeling extremely anxious and angry, wishing they could turn around and punch Yuan Lang in the face.

With only one minute allotted, every second was precious, so the two had no choice but to grit their teeth and go for it.

Fortunately, the Type 95 rifle itself has a relatively simple structure, and the structures of all automatic rifles are basically the same, with similar parts.

Most importantly, Yuan Lang did not go to extremes.

The Type 95 rifle was only partially disassembled; the stock was not removed, only the bolt was removed, and including the magazine, there were only five or six parts.

Cheng Cai and Wu Liu fumbled around while watching others learn, and it took them more than 40 seconds to finally manage to assemble the gun.

Meanwhile, the other trainees had already started fighting, bullets whizzing towards the target, kicking up dust as they hit the embankment behind them.

Cheng Cai believed in his shooting talent and remained confident even with 20 seconds left.

But once the first shot is fired, all confidence vanishes.

"Damn, the sights aren't calibrated."

At a shooting distance of only 80 meters, Cheng Cai could clearly see the dust kicked up by the bullet's impact point. Watching the bullet deviate nearly half a meter to the left, Cheng Cai just wanted to curse.

"The sights are completely crooked, what the hell are we going to do?"

On the other side, Wu Liuyi also encountered this problem. Assembling the gun had already wasted a lot of time, and the sight being crooked made it even more frustrating.

The two were anxious and angry, but had no time to adjust their guns. They could only hold their guns and rely on their predictions to keep firing.

Using a crooked scope to anticipate the enemy's movements and firing quickly to empty the magazine, especially since it's still not dawn.

Shooting in such dim visibility conditions is extremely difficult.

"stop!"

With a command from Qi Huan, the target practice session ended.

The trainees included Wu Liuyi, who hadn't finished fighting yet. Although he was very unwilling, he could only helplessly put down his gun and stand up.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Cheng Cai, however, was not satisfied and did not stop. Before he could retract his weapon, he fired three more shots.

"Minus three points!"

Yuan Lang showed no mercy in deducting points, deducting one point for every extra bullet fired.

He picked up the walkie-talkie and gave the order: "Begin reporting targets."

「报告队长，1号靶位3发，2号2发，3号1发，4号5发，5号1发，6号3发……10号1发，11号3发，完毕。」

After hearing all the trainees' shooting results, Yuan Lang laughed in anger and said, "11 people, 25 bullets each, a total of 275 bullets, only 27 hit the target. I've never seen such a bad result at this shooting range."

Never before!

You disgraceful elite soldiers, all of you get a 5-point deduction!

"Report!" Wu Liuyi felt unconvinced.

"43, speak." Yuan Lang approved.

Wu Liuyi turned around and said loudly, "The firearms are in disassembled state. We've never fired a Type 95 rifle before, and we don't have enough time."

"Two points will be deducted for unilaterally emphasizing objective reasons," Yuan Lang said coldly.

Apart from Wu Liuyi, the other trainees in the first row are either timid or have strong endurance, including the cunning Cheng Cai.

Wu Liuyi was penalized two points for raising a question, and he lost 7 points for each shot.

No one else dared to speak.

Seeing that no trainees came forward to offer any further opinions, Qi Huan gave the order: "First column, assemble at the left end, give your own commands and lead the train back to the right side of the field to await further instructions."

During the lull when the first column was brought back, several veterans went to their firing positions to disassemble the weapons and replace them with new magazines.

The trainees in the queue initially thought the distance was only 80 meters, and the target was a half-body target meant for shooting at 200 meters, which seemed too easy.

They were all full of confidence.

Even though Xu Sanduo had never played '95 before, he didn't feel much psychological pressure.

Tuo Yonggang's eyes lit up, unable to contain his excitement and determination, and he vowed to show off his skills at the shooting range.

However, after hearing Wu Liuyi's explanation that the weapons needed to be assembled before shooting, the results of the first round of shooting were released.

A little unease began to creep into his mind!

However, they only felt that the difficulty was slightly higher. Tuo Yonggang and others, who had already mastered the Type 95 rifle, were still full of confidence.

Because no one in the first column stood up to refute, they were not taken back to the original queue, but instead moved to the area on the right.

These trainees, who haven't yet practiced target shooting, are unaware that disassembling the firearms is just the appetizer; the biggest challenge they face is that the sights are crooked and uncalibrated.

"Second column, ready..."

As usual, Qi Huan, holding a stopwatch, pressed the start button and shouted, "Start!"

Tuo Yonggang, who was full of confidence about this shooting exercise, and Wu Zhe, who had spent the day yesterday trying to get a feel for the gun using books, strode to their shooting positions.

Both of them have impressive backgrounds and have long been familiar with the Type 95 rifle.

brush brush~

Tuo Yonggang had a few tricks up his sleeve. He assembled the Type 95 rifle in less than 10 seconds, rested his elbow on his knee, and began to aim.

"Clap clap clap clap clap~"

Tuo Yonggang was very confident in his marksmanship. He aligned the crosshair with the three points in a straight line and fired a series of single shots, one bullet after another flying out.

After firing more than a dozen bullets in one go, the overconfident Tuo Yong realized something was wrong.

Why are the dust kicked up by the bullets always on the left side of the target?

"Huh??"

Tuo Yonggang looked away from the sights, glanced at the target in the distance, then looked back at it again, fired a shot, and then looked back at it.

"Damn it, why is it crooked? Has this sight not been calibrated?"

Tuo Yonggang finally discovered that the iron sights were not working properly. He then fired two more shots to verify, confirming that the problem was indeed with the sights.

"Damn it, this must have been intentional. Even if there were some deviation, it wouldn't be this skewed."

Tuo Yonggang was so angry that his face turned pale.

Now I finally understand why the people in the first row had an average success rate of less than one-tenth, even worse than the recruits in the recruit training camp.

It turns out this aiming device was the culprit.

But by the time they realized it, it was clearly too late.

Tuo Yonggang was all set to show off his skills here, and he had already boasted about it. But now, after firing 20 bullets in a flash, all of them went astray because of his precise aim. How could he accept this?

Frustrated, he casually fired the remaining shots. Less than a minute into the shooting session, Tuo Yonggang stood up.

His face was full of resentment!

Wu Zhe, standing next to him, was equally furious and deeply dissatisfied with the rules of the shooting exercise. All he could think about was how to file a complaint against Yuan Lang.

"Stop, time's up."

Qi Huan called a halt precisely on time, and the next step was to report the target.

Yuan Lang, using his large binoculars, already knew that the second column's results weren't much better than the first column's, and his face had turned as dark as Bao Gong's.

The reported target scores were as expected, but all the contestants' scores were unexpected.

With the first group of trainees clearing the minefield, the second group of trainees only managed 35 hits, which angered Yuan Lang, who then launched into another round of sarcastic remarks.

They insulted the trainees so badly they were worse than dogs, trampling their dignity into the mud.

Wu Zhe couldn't hold back any longer during target practice and angrily wrote in his report, "The sights are not calibrated. How long does it take to calibrate a rifle? How can one minute be enough?"

"Using a questioning tone when speaking to the instructor will result in a deduction of two points."

Yuan Lang retorted sharply, questioning, "You can't shoot without the sights? What would you do on the battlefield?"

Wu Zhe was dissatisfied, but he had nothing to say.

He knew that there existed top-level shooting techniques that sounded incredible, and that only a very small number of people could master and that were inaccessible to outsiders.

That means shooting based on gun feel.

They can mentally calibrate sights and fire even the most crooked guns without needing sights at short range.

After hearing the case Jackie Chan mentioned yesterday, Wu Zhe seriously doubted that the members of Old A also possessed this kind of marksmanship, so he did not continue the argument.

It's better to be safe than sorry.

If Old A's people really know how, then I'll be the one who suffers; there's absolutely no need to take that risk.

Wu Zhe, after all, was a well-read person with a sharper mind and a more thorough approach to thinking things through, which allowed him to suppress his anger in time.

On the other hand, there's Tuo Yonggang, who is arrogant, conceited, and impetuous, and has lost face again.

He has no intention of giving up so easily.

He was determined to save face for himself and expose Old A's hypocritical mask.

(End of this chapter)