6: Chapter 6: The Useless Repeat Student Suddenly Makes a Name for Him!

The Instructor in charge of shooting training heard these discussions.

His face, tanned dark by the sun, instantly darkened. His gaze swept over the team, and an invisible pressure made everyone shut their mouths.

"Peaceful times?"

The Company Commander's voice was not loud, but it carried an icy chill.

"Last year, during the Western border conflict, thirteen soldiers sacrificed their lives, with an average age of under twenty. They also thought it was a peaceful time."

"The year before last, during the South Sea escort mission, a destroyer was maliciously irradiated by sonar from a submarine of unknown nationality, causing permanent hearing damage to the entire crew. They also thought it was a peaceful time."

"And five years ago, the Mekong River massacre, nineteen Dragon Country citizens were brutally murdered. Do you also think that was a peaceful time?"

The temperature seemed to drop by one degree with every word the Company Commander spoke.

The freshmen, who had just been chattering away, saw the excitement and disdain on their faces gradually fade, replaced by a trace of shock.

"I tell you! Do not think that just because you are students, I will go easy on you."

The Instructor raised his voice suddenly, sounding like a booming bell.

"War is just a layer of window paper away from you!"

"If you poke through it, the suffering you complain about now will be the capital that saves your lives on the future battlefield!"

"If you don't, it is countless heroes in military uniforms, in places you cannot see, using their lives to carry it for you!"

"Now, does anyone still think this is just for show?!"

The whole place was silent.

Some students lowered their heads, shame flushing their faces.

But more people remained unconvinced in their hearts.

It was too far away.

The Company Commander spoke passionately, but those things were stories in the news after all, too far, too far from the beautiful university life they were about to begin.

Only Qin Feng stood quietly in the line, his eyes deep.

Every word of the Instructor struck his heart.

Others felt it was distant, but he could smell the bloody scent of an impending storm in the air.

The top brass of the Dragon Country would never act without a reason.

Behind this unprecedented nationwide synchronized "Hell Military Training" for university students, there must be a huge, impending crisis hidden.

War might be closer than anyone imagined.

[Ding! Host's strong crisis awareness detected, system mission released: Become the first place in shooting training.]

[Reward: Precision Shooting Introductory Theory (Already issued)]

A complex yet incredibly clear stream of information instantly surged into Qin Feng's mind.

Gun-holding posture, the aiming principle of three points in one line, the rhythm control of breathing, the subtle difference in finger force when pulling the trigger...

All theoretical knowledge was mastered in an instant, as if he had practiced thousands of times, becoming a body instinct.

"First group, step out! Prone shooting, five bullets, one hundred-meter chest ring target, begin!"

Following the Instructor's order, the first batch of ten freshmen lay nervously on the Shooting Range positions.

Gunshots rang out quickly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound was dull, carrying a huge recoil.

"Damn! This thing has too much kick!"

A student's shoulder was painfully hit by the butt of the gun, grimacing and shouting.

"Ah! My ears!"

Another forgot to wear earplugs and was dizzy from the gunshot.

The scene was very chaotic for a time.

Soon, the results of the first group came out.

The target reporter's voice was listless: "Target No. 1, missed. Target No. 2, seven rings. Target No. 3, missed..."

Ten people, the best result was thirty-five rings, and one even shot the bullet into the next target, drawing a burst of laughter.

The Company Commander's face was as dark as could be.

The following groups did not improve.

Missing the target was common, hitting the target was a victory, and those who could hit over thirty rings could attract admiration and be praised by the Instructor as "talented".

Throughout the afternoon, three sounds echoed over the Shooting Range.

The wailing of freshmen, the roars of the Instructors, and the helpless sighs of the target reporters.

"How many times have I said it! Keep the gun steady! Do you have Parkinson's in your hands?"

"Aim! Aim! Eyes, front sight, target, three points in one line! Are you trying to hit the birds in the sky?"

"Breathing! I told you to hold your breath before pulling the trigger! Why are you panting? Giving birth?"

The Instructors had changed from patient guidance at the beginning to being furious now.

They felt that they were not leading a group of university students, but a group of "human cubs" with uncoordinated limbs.

The Company Commander's face turned from pitch black to iron blue.

He stood on the high platform, looking at the horrific report card, feeling his blood pressure soaring wildly.

These little brats, if dragged to the battlefield, would be a group of living targets.

No!

They weren't even qualified to be targets!

Because the enemy might not even bother to shoot, they would be accidentally injured by their own people.

"Next group! Qin Feng!"

When the Instructor called this name, many people looked over.

The physical monster of the morning, how would he do in the afternoon shooting?

Under the complex gaze of the crowd, Qin Feng calmly stepped out and walked to the shooting position.

He had no tension or unfamiliarity at all.

Lie down, draw the gun, shoulder it, load, aim.

All actions were done in one go, as smooth as a textbook, full of a certain mechanical beauty.

The Instructor in charge of guidance was stunned.

This kid... doesn't look like a beginner.

Qin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and through the front sight, the target center in the distance was infinitely magnified in his field of vision.

The surrounding noise, the sound of the wind, and the breathing of others all disappeared at this moment.

In his world, only his own steady heartbeat and the incredibly clear center one hundred meters away remained.

He controlled his breathing, and the rise and fall of his chest became minimal.

His index finger rested lightly on the trigger.

Pre-press, pause.

Then, in the gap between heartbeats, decisively fire.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot.

The bullet spun and tore through the air, accurately drilling into the center of the target.

The target reporter's voice carried a delay and unbelievable trembling.

"Ten... ten rings!"

The audience was instantly quiet.

Everyone thought it was a coincidence, luck.

However, Qin Feng ignored anyone's reaction, his movements without any pause.

Pull the bolt, a crisp metal collision sound rang out, and the hot shell jumped out.

Aim again.

Breathing, heartbeat, fire.

"Bang!"

"Ten rings!"

The target reporter's voice raised an octave, full of shock.

"Bang!"

"Ten rings!"

"Bang!"

"Still ten rings!"

"Bang!"

"My God! Another ten rings!"

Five consecutive gunshots, crisp and neat, with almost identical intervals in between.

The target reporter's voice went from initial trembling to shock, and finally to a near-breaking roar.

The entire training ground was deathly silent.

The Instructor was shocked!

The Company Commander was shocked!

All freshmen were collectively shocked!

They stared blankly at the target in the distance, and then at the teenager who slowly stood up at the shooting position.

Fifty rings!

Full marks!

And it was five bullets, almost hitting the same bullet hole!

This fucking... is a freshman?

You call this a "trash" who repeated a year?

This must be a Soldier King who parachuted from some Special Forces, right?!

The Instructors looked at each other, seeing the same confusion and self-doubt in each other's eyes.

What the hell did I teach for half a day?

The Company Commander's face was no longer iron blue, but turned liver-colored, half shock, half ecstasy.

He stared fixedly at Qin Feng, as if he had discovered a peerless piece of raw jade.

The first day of military training ended, and night fell.

The exhausted freshmen returned to the dormitory, almost falling asleep as soon as they hit the bed.

But before falling asleep, almost every dormitory's night talk revolved around the same name.

Qin Feng.

"That guy named Qin Feng is too perverted, right?"

"He crushed everyone in physical fitness in the morning, and shot a perfect score in the afternoon, is he still human?"

"I heard he's a repeating student, is this reasonable? Are repeating students so competitive now?"

"Trash? I think we are the trash!"

From the initial "repeating trash" to the current "physical monster", "sharpshooter".

Qin Feng's name completed a stunning turnaround in reputation within just one day.

He became the most dazzling existence among the freshmen, the talk of everyone after meals, and an insurmountable benchmark.

At the same time, at the Military Training Division Headquarters.

A report marked "Top Secret" and a surveillance video of the afternoon shooting training were sent to the highest Commander's desk.

On the report, Qin Feng's name was circled in red, followed by a series of exclamation marks.