In Wolf Fang, I Became the Godfather of Special Forces

"Holy crap! The gun is completely disassembled! What the hell?!"

One of the students exclaimed in surprise.

"The sights are still blocked! How am I supposed to aim?"

"Damn it! Who can complete the shooting within forty seconds and hit the target more than twenty times?!"

The trainees panicked.

Regardless, they were already up there, so all we could do was quickly assemble our weapons.

The novice trainees behind were also stunned when they heard the voices of the trainees in the first row.

The firearm was completely disassembled, and the sights were sealed...

If someone could fire thirty bullets in forty seconds and hit twenty of them, that would be truly unbelievable!

These old-timers from the Wolf Fang gang are obviously playing them for fools!

What kind of shooting test is this?

"Shoot! Twenty seconds have passed! What are you all doing?"

The high school team leader, holding binoculars and looking at the target, roared angrily.

However, the students in the first row were still assembling rifles.

They can't fake it properly in twenty seconds.

Finally, at 25 seconds, a novice finished loading his weapon and began rapidly firing at the human-shaped target.

However, because the sights were blocked, precise aiming was impossible, and they could only rely on their general eyesight to keep firing.

With only a dozen or so seconds left, you need to fire 30 bullets, which means you need to fire two bullets per second.

This firing rate makes their grip on the gun very unstable, and the bullets will naturally deviate from their trajectory, making it difficult to hit the target.

bang bang bang...

Soon, a barrage of gunfire erupted at the scene, and the others quickly assembled their weapons and opened fire.

click!

click!

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However, two or three people, because their assembly was not very good, had their bullets jam after firing a few shots.

The others weren't much better off, because without sights, they had no idea where the bullets were going.

They could only rely on their instincts and fire quickly, hoping to hit a few targets by sheer luck.

Given the current situation, hitting more than 20 out of 30 bullets is as difficult as climbing to the sky!

click!

Gray Wolf stared intently at the stopwatch, and when forty seconds were up, he shouted, "Time's up! Cease fire! Put down your guns and stand up!"

bang bang...

Whether he didn't hear it or deliberately wanted to keep firing, the rookie at target position number five fired two more shots after Gray Wolf gave the order to stop shooting.

"Two points deducted!"

The high school team shouted expressionlessly.

After everyone was in position, the voice of the target reporter in the target trench came through their walkie-talkie.

"Report! Target number one, 1 shot hit. Target number two, 2 shots. Target number three, none. Target number four..."

Everyone was stunned when they heard the result.

Thirty bullets were fired, and the results were mostly one or two shots each.

No one fired more than three shots!

"Target position 15, 1 shot, over!"

At this moment, Gao Zhong's face turned completely dark.

"Fifteen targets, a total of 28 bullets hit the target! I've never seen such a bad result on this range, never! It's utterly shameful, you elite soldiers! Deduct five points from all of you!"

The high school team shouted loudly.

"report!"

At this moment, a newbie shouted loudly in a resentful tone.

"Speech No. 18!"

The high school team shouted.

Rookie number 18 turned around and shouted to Captain Gao, "Reporting, Instructor, this terrible result isn't our fault. The weapons were completely disassembled, and we only had time to reassemble them. Where was the time to aim and fire? Besides, the sights were sealed off, so we couldn't aim at all and could only shoot by instinct!"

"Deduct two points for unilaterally emphasizing objective reasons!"

The senior captain first shouted something to the gray wolf, then yelled at the rookie number 18: "You can't shoot without the sights? If this is a battlefield, a dark environment, and the gun can't be aimed, would you stop fighting?"

The rookie, number 18, glanced at the senior team leader with resentment, but could only obediently turn away.

"Report! I request to exit!"

At that moment, an angry voice rang out.

A rookie with the number 22 on his chest turned around, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness, and shouted loudly at the senior team leader.

Everyone was taken aback.

I didn't expect No. 22 to be so tough, actually choosing to withdraw.

They've persevered for so long, it's not easy at all. Who would be willing to give up now?

Tang Ming recognized the man; he was a platoon leader from a reconnaissance company in a field army unit. He was quite capable, and if he could persevere, he might still have a chance to become a special forces soldier!

The high school team leader glanced at him expressionlessly. "Sure! Each of you has the opportunity to forfeit. Put your helmets on the flag-raising platform, and you can leave at any time!"

"Report! I'm not abstaining, I'm withdrawing!"

Number 22 roared, "Under these conditions, no one can complete the shooting and achieve the passing score you require! You are trying to humiliate and abuse us in a roundabout way to satisfy your so-called vanity, your perverted vanity!"

"Unless you can find someone who can achieve the results you require, I will abstain! Otherwise, I will withdraw! Furthermore, I will file a complaint with the military headquarters to express my disgust for the corrupt practices of your Wolf Fang Special Forces!"

The high school captain gave him a sharp look and quickly walked up to him.

The two stood upright, less than thirty centimeters apart.

Those around them could even sense the anger in their eyes, as if they might start fighting at any moment.

The senior officer said in a deep voice, "I'll give you one more chance. Take back what you just said, and I'll let you continue training. Otherwise, I'll find someone who can complete this shooting task, and you're fired!"

"We won't take it back!"

Number 22 shouted angrily, "I'm looking for you! You come and shoot! If you can achieve what you call a passing score with the gun I just used, I'll forfeit!"

"Disassemble your gun."

"The high school team leader said coldly."

Without hesitation, number 22 turned around and walked to his target position, disassembling the entire rifle.

"Grey Wolf, reload!"

"It's a command from the high school team," the commander gave.

"Yes!"

The gray wolf placed a magazine full of ammunition on it, and said, "Done!"

Gao Zhong looked at number 22 and said, "I've been in the army longer than you, and I've spent more time training in the special forces. I'm not going to take advantage of you like that!"

After saying that, the high school team leader had Gray Wolf bring over a black belt and blindfold him.

"Are we assembling firearms blindfolded?"

Everyone was taken aback.

After Gray Wolf gave the start command, everyone stared wide-eyed as Captain Gao immediately reached for the gun parts.

Click, click!

Although they were blindfolded, the high school team's hand speed was still very fast, and they could always insert the parts in the most precise position.

Moreover, he could hold two or three parts in his hand at a time and insert them almost simultaneously without making a single mistake.

How can this be?

The group of newbies stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief.

Finally, the high school team assembled the gun completely in less than five seconds and pulled the bolt.

Then, he pulled off the black blindfold and aimed his gun.

bang bang bang...

The high school team also fired very quickly, two shots per second.

Moreover, judging from his manner, he wasn't aiming with a sight; he was relying entirely on intuition and experience.

Everyone was shocked by the high school team's outrageous move.

At this distance, although they couldn't see whether the bullet hit the target or not, seeing how steadily the senior captain held his gun, their performance was probably not too bad!

A whole magazine of bullets was emptied by the high school team in a dozen seconds.

Nineteen seconds!

Gray Wolf reports time.

hiss!

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped.

Nineteen seconds? If it were them, they wouldn't even have been able to assemble the gun!