[COD] Newbie's Rise to Power

“I didn’t mean to be mean to him, it’s because…you said it was inconvenient.”

What can you say? You can only smile and say you know.

You think he's inconvenienced, and he thinks you're inconvenienced—it's a perfect misunderstanding.

"Konig"

You look up, confused: "What?"

He explained, “My code name is because you just said we are... friends, so we're exchanging names.”

You understood, and then you introduced yourself to him with a smile:

"You can call me yn. I'm a new recruit at the base, from China."

Koenig: "I'm from...Austria, do you know Austria?"

You fell silent for a moment, as if you were thinking.

Koenig thoughtfully explained, "Next to Germany."

You: "Yes! That man is from your area, right?"

You said a name, Koenig nodded.

No wonder it felt so familiar; you remembered it when I mentioned Germany.

You talked to Koenig for a long time, and he gradually relaxed from his initial restraint.

When you parted ways, you exchanged contact information.

His head is a furry cartoon monster.

This reminds you of his tall stature and his clear, childlike voice.

Wow, what an adorable contrast!

Chapter 11: He's a monster!

Rifle shooting training is complete; today we begin the advanced course.

At the field firing range, long queues formed at the weapons distribution point.

Finally, it was your turn. The ghost, the instructor, stood opposite you. As you took the spear, he suddenly spoke:

"Soldier, it's finally time to show your skills in the sniper training you've been looking forward to?"

You know he's teasing you about the time you didn't adjust your measuring tape, but his tone always sounds a bit gloating to you.

You confidently reply to him, "I will do my best, Lieutenant."

You think that a sniper rifle is just a rifle with a scope and increased range.

Although the difficulty has increased, you have already gained experience and you are confident that you can perform consistently.

But when an onion is peeled off next to your face, you still shed tears of shame.

The pungent fumes of onions burst forth, stinging your eyes and causing uncontrollable tears to overflow, blurring your vision.

You raise your hand to wipe it, but a stern voice comes from behind you to stop you.

"Not allowed to move!"

It was the voice of a ghost.

You immediately withdrew your hand, but couldn't help saying:

"Reporting to Lieutenant, my eyes are stinging from the fumes."

Behind him, the ghost's cold voice continued to ring out:

"This is pain? You'll know what real pain is when a bullet hits you. Aim properly, and don't move no matter what happens!"

You can only reply: "Yes, Lieutenant".

Even though the fumes made your eyes sting and tears kept dripping onto the gravel beneath you, you still dared not make a move.

You know what "ghost" means. The most important thing in sniping is concealment and patience, lying in wait for an opportunity.

In combat, any movement could expose you and put you in danger of death.

Therefore, no matter what happens, the sniper must remain lying prone in place like a stone.

Once the tolerance period for onions has passed, although your eyes still hurt and feel uncomfortable, they no longer tear up, and you can finally stare through the magnifying glass without being bothered by them.

But the training doesn't end that simply.

The ghost looked around and then beckoned someone to bring him a rifle.

He took the rifle, moved behind you, and then raised his hand to brace it.

Without hesitation, he fired two shots at one of you.

The other recruits behind them who witnessed this scene couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

The ghost immediately issued a warning:

"Don't you fucking move!"

He kept firing, and one shot even hit your left armpit. A little closer and it might have hit your heart!

You froze, a chill creeping up your back.

I dare not move, how could I dare to move!

You trust the ghost's marksmanship and are afraid that if you move, you'll get shot.

"Now, target number 7, fire!"

Just as you're about to pull the trigger, a bullet hits the side of your right hand, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

The dust that rises and disperses in the air, some of it drifting into your eyes.

Unsurprisingly, you missed.

The data was transmitted back, and Ghost remained silent, simply tossing his gun to someone nearby and striding towards you.

He's going to give each of those who missed their shots a thorough dressing-down.

And you, on the outermost side, were chosen to be the first unlucky one.

Hearing his footsteps, you remained still, not daring to move unnecessarily.

The ghost stopped on your left, then lifted its leg and stepped over your waist.

He straddles you with one foot on each side, then bends his right knee and kneels down, his weight pressing down on you as it makes contact with your back.

He pulled out a square lighter, opened the flip cover with his thumb, and a flame instantly ignited!

He held the flame close to your cheek, the scorching heat making your face burn.

Behind him was his cold command: "Number 246, fire in sequence. Stop when you're done."

The heat on your cheeks intensified, and you didn't dare delay, so you immediately carried it out.

Three bullets were fired, but one missed.

Your cheeks were burning and even starting to hurt, and beads of sweat were forming on your forehead. Your hand holding the gun was trembling.

You took a breath and calmed yourself down.

"Stay calm, stay calm, focus on aiming, you can do it..."

You struggle to steady your trembling fingers, hold your breath, and slowly aim...

"2"

hit.

"4"

hit.

"twenty three..."

hit!

You immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second, the lighter next to your cheek clicked shut.

"Well done."

He left a compliment, then stood up and walked to the next person.

You feel weak all over, your cheeks burning, and you mentally curse the ghost a hundred times!

But this ordeal is not over yet.

At the end of the training, Ghost made everyone who had made a mistake during the training stay behind to do weightlifting squats.

Almost all the new recruits stayed, including you.

You guys held up a sniper rifle that weighs nearly 30 pounds for half an hour!

In the cafeteria, you and Blizzard slumped on your chairs like dead fish.

That's right, Blizzard didn't go on a date today, which is rare, because he was completely broke.

What's wrong with you all?

Wang Zhiqiang brought over a tray and sat down next to you.

You open your sore eyes and look at him. He pauses for a moment before letting out a sigh.

Why are your eyes as red as a rabbit's?

Blizzard also opened her bright red eyes and uttered a tragic lament:

"Lieutenant Ghost... he's a devil! A devil!"

You absentmindedly agree: "Agreed."

Now your hands and feet are weak, and your backs hurt.

Today's training was a double torture for both body and mind!