You've already received a first-class merit award, why are you pretending to be a new recruit a

The firing range is in the back hill.

Three cordons were set up. Zhou Zhengguo, the company's political instructor, stood in the command position, while the medic waited beside the ambulance with a first-aid kit on his back.

Accompanied by two military police officers, one on each side, positioned between the firing range and the unloading inspection area, was the discipline officer. His handheld recorder was open, and the red armband with yellow lettering was particularly eye-catching.

Holding a megaphone, Lei Zhan stood directly in front of the entire company.

"Today is the live-fire test."

I'll only say the rules once.

"Grades, discipline, and safety—these three things will be considered together today."

"Anyone who makes a safety mistake in the shooting range, no matter how many rings they score, will be suspended from training on the spot, and their score will be reset to zero."

"Did you understand?"

"clear!"

A deafening roar erupted from the entire company.

After putting down the loudspeaker and retreating to the command area, the instructor stepped forward to check the shooting group list.

"First group, Class 2, come on stage."

Leading the second platoon of new recruits toward the firing range, Chen Fei walked in front, with Sun Ming third in line.

Sun Ming was the loudest when we were reciting the theory yesterday, but now that we're at the shooting range, with the smell of gun oil wafting through the air, his fingers are still gripping the water bottle tightly.

"Don't panic."

Chen Fei lowered his voice.

"Keep up the pace of yesterday's empty shot, stay steady."

Nodding repeatedly, Sun Ming swallowed.

The instructor gave the command.

"Advance to the firing line!"

Following the team, Sun Ming walked to the target position.

"Load bullets while prone!"

He quickly lay down and reached for the magazine. Sun Ming's movements were a little stiff. When he inserted the magazine into the magazine well, it wasn't aligned properly. He bumped it a bit before he could push it in.

The veteran instructor standing nearby watched without saying a word.

"Disengage the safety and fire!"

There was a two-second silence across the entire firing range.

Immediately afterwards, the first shot was fired from target number one on the far left.

"Bang!"

Gunshots echoed through the back hills.

Startled by the shock, Sun Ming shrank back half an inch.

He quickly looked away and tried to find the bullseye in the distance through the peephole. The wind from the back mountain blew, and the target paper swayed slightly.

He pulled the trigger, his finger pressing hard.

"Bang!"

The recoil slammed into his shoulder, making half of his body go numb, and the muzzle of his gun jumped upwards uncontrollably.

The five-stage maneuver he had memorized perfectly was completely messed up. He forgot to readjust his breathing and re-aimed; he just wanted to finish firing the remaining bullets as quickly as possible.

In less than ten seconds, all five bullets were fired.

"Cease fire, eject and inspect!"

Sun Ming got up, but his hand slipped when he pulled the lever. He had to pull it all the way on the second try.

The person waving the indicator board in front is the target reporter.

"Target number three, thirty-eight rings."

The above is the passing grade.

With a sigh of relief, Sun Ming handed the gun back to the instructor and followed the team back to the rest area.

Standing in front of the line, Chen Fei's face was dark and ugly.

"Sun Ming."

"arrive."

"How did you manage to score those 38 points?"

Chen Fei stared at him.

"I was startled by someone when I fired the first shot, and the next four shots were all guesswork. My hand even slipped when I ejected the bullets."

Not daring to utter a sound, Sun Ming lowered his head.

"Go back and copy the shooting procedure fifty times. Don't go to sleep until you've finished copying it."

"Yes."

The third shift takes over, and the second shift leaves.

Li Qiang, who was first in the third squad, tightened his belt and strode into the shooting area.

Following behind, Zhao Hai said nothing.

"Load bullets while prone!"

Li Qiang lay down and cocked the magazine with clean, efficient movements, without any unnecessary pauses.

"Fire on your own!"

Instead of pulling the trigger, Li Qiang stared at the wind flag in the distance, waiting for the wind to subside.

"Bang!"

This is the first shot.

"Bang!"

This is the second shot.

He fired with great rhythm, readjusting his breathing after each shot, keeping his shoulder firmly planted so that the muzzle barely moved.

After firing the first four shots, Li Qiang stopped.

He took longer to aim than the previous four shots combined for this fifth bullet.

At that moment, the wind direction changed.

Holding his breath, Li Qiang pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The sound of gunfire followed.

The person holding up the indicator board is the target reporter in front.

"Target number one, 46 rings."

A low cheer rang out, and Zhao Hai nodded at the back of the third squad's line.

After standing up and completing the unloading check, Li Qiang returned the gun.

He deliberately took a half-circle walk, passing in front of the first class's firing area as he returned to the rest area.

Li Qiang's gaze fell directly on Xiao Longteng.

Forty-six rings—he turned his earlier harsh words into the score on the target paper.

Standing at the end of the line, Xiao Longteng placed his hands on the seams of his trousers.

He didn't even glance at Li Qiang; he ignored him.

Gritting his teeth, Li Qiang walked back to the third shift's line.

The voice rang out again; it was the instructor's.

"Sixth group, Class One, prepare!"

Standing to the side of the first class's formation, Wang Dashan held his training clip in his hand.

"Listen carefully, everyone."

"Never mind how many rings others score, hold your gun steady and listen carefully to the commands."

"If anyone dares to steal the password, I'll personally go up and kick them down."

"Advance to the firing line!"

Stepping forward, the group of new recruits sprang into action.

Chen Jingxing was first, Li Lei second, Zhang Qiang third, Liu Hai fourth, and Xiao Longteng fifth.

The stronger the smell of gunpowder in the air, the closer you are to the firing zone.

Swallowing hard, Chen Jingxing's steps became a little unsteady.

Zhang Qiang, who was walking in the middle, was breathing noticeably faster, and his chest was heaving more and more.

Liu Hai, who was walking in front of Xiao Longteng, still had a bit of pain in his right ankle, and his shoulder swayed with every step he took.

The gunshots from the previous groups were still ringing in his head, and Liu Hai's fingers, pressed against the seam of his pants, were trembling uncontrollably.

Xiao Longteng was walking at the very back.

His gait was exactly the same as usual; stride length, stride frequency, and center of gravity were all identical.

Throughout the entire process, his gaze remained fixed on the waistlines and hands of the first few recruits.

Chen Jingxing loosened his belt by one notch.

Zhang Qiang's shoulders were stretched too tight.

The fingers trembling against the seam of his pants were those of Liu Hai.

Standing to the side of the shooting range, Discipline's gaze swept over the first squad's formation.

His gaze lingered on Xiao Longteng.

A steady and composed stance is Xiao Longteng's posture.

The other recruits on the shooting range were all focused on the target paper in the distance and the guns in the instructors' hands.

Xiao Longteng's gaze fell upon the muzzle of the gun and the finger of the new recruit in front of him.

The fingers gripping the pen tightened, and the disciplined pen tip pressed a dent into the record board.

Standing at the back, Lei Zhan held up his binoculars.

Following Xiao Longteng's gaze, the camera panned downwards.

He put down the binoculars and rubbed an old scar on his chin with his thumb.

"Is this kid here to practice shooting, or to be a safety officer?"

Standing in front of the firing line, the instructor loudly gave the command.

"On your marks!"

Chen Jingxing walked to target position number one.

Li Lei walked to target position number two.

Zhang Qiang walked to target position number three.

Looking at Liu Hai, the instructor spoke.

"Target position four, move forward and receive the gun!"

He hunched his shoulders, and Liu Hai looked a little nervous.

His right ankle buckled, and his body tilted as he took a step forward.

Wang Dashan roared from behind.

"Hold on tight!"

Liu Hai quickly shifted his weight onto his left leg and walked up to the instructor.

Hand over the training gun, with the instructor keeping the muzzle pointing upwards.

"Catch the gun."

He reached out his hands to catch it, his movements stiff.

The moment his fingers touched the gun, Liu Hai's right index finger trembled and slid down the gun towards the trigger guard.