3: Chapter 3: Military Region Leader Conducts Random Inspection, and Su Han is Selected?!

A sharp whistle pierced the afternoon silence.

"All units, assemble!"

The soldiers of the 7th Company rushed out of their dormitories like arrows released from a bow, their footsteps merging into a roar in the hallway.

Su Han followed the team with agile movements, his military uniform crisp and his belt fastened meticulously.

On the playground, the squads and platoons quickly lined up.

Zhou Haitao stood before the ranks, his gaze sweeping over every soldier like a hawk.

When he saw Su Han, the corner of his eye twitched imperceptibly.

"Attention!"

Snap!

Over a hundred people in the entire company clicked their heels at the same time, the sound perfectly synchronized.

"Each platoon... count off!"

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

...

When it was Su Han's turn, he took a deep breath, his chest resonating as he shouted with a voice like a great bell: "Seven!"

The sound was like a sudden thunderclap, making the ears of the surrounding new recruits buzz.

The squad leaders in the front row turned their heads in unison, their faces written with astonishment—how was this the same Su Han who used to shout slogans so weakly?

Zhou Haitao's brow furrowed, his gaze lingering on Su Han for two extra seconds.

Did this kid take the wrong medicine today?

"Listen up!" Zhou Haitao walked to the center of the formation with his hands behind his back. "At ease!"

Swish!

The entire company extended their left feet in unison.

"According to a notice from Regimental Headquarters, the Deputy Commander of the Military Region will visit our battalion this afternoon to inspect training conditions."

Zhou Haitao's voice was serious. "Every platoon and squad must demonstrate the highest standard! If anyone lets me down—"

His gaze swept toward Su Han, intentionally or otherwise. "Don't blame me for being heartless!"

Su Han stood straight, looking straight ahead, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Zhou Haitao's indirect insults were clearly aimed at him.

"Dismissed! Tidy up your barracks within ten minutes. Dismissed!"

As soon as the group dispersed, the soldiers of the 3rd Squad crowded around.

"Holy crap! Su Han, when did your voice get so loud?" Wang Hao picked at his ear. "My ears are still ringing!"

The deputy of the 7th Squad said thoughtfully, "Kid, you haven't been playing weak this whole time, have you?"

Su Han smiled without saying a word and walked quickly toward the dormitory.

Inside the dormitory, the soldiers were frantically tidying up their living quarters.

In the army, blankets had to be folded into 'tofu blocks,' which was a technical skill.

In the past, Su Han was always the slowest, and the blankets he folded were limp and sagging, earning him plenty of criticism from the squad leader.

But today—

Su Han's hands moved like butterflies through flowers, and in no time, he had folded the blanket with sharp, distinct edges.

He even went as far as to help Wang Hao in the neighboring bed fix his corners. His technique was so skilled it rivaled that of a professional housekeeping model soldier.

"Holy shit!" Wang Hao's eyes widened. "Brother Han, you didn't secretly spend the whole lunch break practicing folding blankets, did you?"

Su Han smiled without a word, gently patting away non-existent dust from the blanket.

Just joking; in his past life, before joining the Special Forces, he had been the housekeeping competition champion for the entire division.

Although the body had changed, the muscle memory remained.

Squad leader Liu Dayong walked in to inspect, and he was visibly stunned when he saw Su Han's bed.

He reached out to feel the sharp edges of the blanket, then looked at the neatly arranged slippers under the bed, his brow furrowing even tighter.

"Su Han."

"Present!"

Liu Dayong stared at him for a few seconds, as if trying to find some clue on that young face. "Keep it up."

"Yes, sir!"

Ten minutes later, the 7th Company assembled again.

This time, Zhou Haitao personally led the team toward the training ground.

On the 3rd Battalion's training ground, the 7th, 8th, and 9th companies were lined up neatly.

The scorching sun baked the backs of every soldier. Sweat dripped from the edges of their steel helmets, but not a single person reached out to wipe it.

"Attention!"

With the battalion commander's order, the officers and soldiers of the entire battalion straightened their backs as one.

The roar of a car engine came from a distance. A jeep with Military Region license plates slowly drove up, followed by the Regimental Headquarters command vehicle.

"Reporting, Chief! The 3rd Battalion is conducting shooting training. Please instruct!" The battalion commander jogged forward, saluting as he reported.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged Lieutenant General with graying hair stepped out. The general's stars on his epaulettes shimmered in the sunlight, and his naturally authoritative presence made every soldier present hold their breath instinctively.

"At ease." Zhao Jianguo, the Deputy Commander of the Military Region, returned the salute, his gaze sweeping over the neat formation. "Good spirit."

The Division Commander and the Regimental Commander accompanied him on either side, their faces filled with nervous anticipation.

"However," Zhao Jianguo's tone shifted, "an army exists to fight wars. Combat effectiveness is the only standard for testing a unit. Today, I'm here to see your true skills."

His gaze moved between the three companies. "The 3rd Squad of each company, step forward!"

The hearts of the soldiers in the 7th Company's 3rd Squad tightened.

Standing in the formation, Su Han could clearly hear the rapid breathing of Wang Hao beside him.

This kid was usually sloppy in training, and now he was so nervous his fingers were trembling.

The 3rd Squads from the three companies stepped out of the formation one after another.

Zhao Jianguo walked to the front of the shooting range and pointed at the distant targets. "What targets do you usually hit?"

"Reporting, Chief!" the battalion commander quickly replied. "100-meter fixed chest-ring targets."

Zhao Jianguo shook his head. "That distance is too short. In modern warfare, 200 meters is the basic range."

He turned to the soldiers of the three squads. "Today, we will shoot 200-meter chest-ring targets!"

The scene immediately fell into an uproar.

At a distance of 200 meters, a target is just a small black dot to an ordinary soldier. Furthermore, under the scorching sun, the light refraction would severely interfere with aiming.

Zhou Haitao's face instantly turned pale.

He knew the level of his company's 3rd Squad all too well—especially that Su Han, who had missed the target twice during the last 100-meter shoot.

If they made fools of themselves in front of the Chief, the Regimental Commander would probably skin him alive!

Zhou Haitao quietly moved to Su Han's side and lowered his voice. "Su Han, listen up! When you shoot later, aim before you fire! If you dare to miss the target, I'll have you cleaning toilets for a month!"

Su Han's lips curled up slightly. "Don't worry, Company Commander. I'll definitely perform well."

Zhou Haitao looked at him suspiciously, feeling that the kid's words had a double meaning.

But now that the arrow was on the string, he could only brace himself and go through with it.

"Everyone, take your positions!"

With the commander's order, the soldiers of the three squads quickly lay prone and began checking their firearms.

Su Han's movements were as smooth as flowing water; checking the magazine, chambering a round, and adjusting the sight were all done in one go.

The squad leader Liu Dayong, beside him, was stunned—when did this kid become so proficient?

"Commence firing!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of gunfire suddenly erupted on the range.

While the other soldiers were still adjusting their breathing and aiming carefully, Su Han had already pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Five consecutive gunshots rang out, with less than half a second between each shot. The speed was astonishing.

"Holy crap!" Zhou Haitao almost jumped up, his face instantly turning deathly pale. "What is that bastard doing?!"

The Regimental Commander suddenly turned his head, glaring fiercely at Zhou Haitao, his lips quivering: "Look at the 'good' soldier you've trained!"

Division Commander Zhang Zhenguo's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and in his heart, he had already cursed Su Han's ancestors for eighteen generations.

If they made a spectacle of themselves in front of the Military Region Chief, how could he, as the Division Commander, ever hold his head up again?

On the range, the other soldiers were also startled by this sudden rapid fire.

The soldiers of the 7th Company's 3rd Squad were even more panicked—was Su Han just giving up and acting out?

"It's over, it's over..." Wang Hao's hand shook, and his first bullet went completely wide. "Brother Han is going to drag the whole squad down with him!"

Squad leader Liu Dayong's forehead veins bulged; he wanted nothing more than to rush over and give Su Han a kick right now.

But he could only suppress his rage and continue his own shooting.

Zhao Jianguo, the Deputy Commander of the Military Region, was also drawn by the unusual gunfire.

He frowned slightly and raised his binoculars to look at Su Han's target.

At first glance, the old general's eyes widened—on the bullseye, five bullet holes were almost overlapping!

And every subsequent shot from Su Han also landed right next to the other holes, hitting the 10-ring circle.

"This..." Zhao Jianguo lowered his binoculars in disbelief, then raised them again to confirm.

By this time, Su Han had already fired his tenth bullet.

"Report! Shooting complete!" Su Han shouted loudly, then stood up, not forgetting to wink at Zhou Haitao.

Zhou Haitao was trembling with rage, his fists clenched until they creaked.

This kid was definitely doing it on purpose!

This was revenge for his usual strict training!

The Division Commander was already calculating in his head how to punish this troublemaker later.

The Regimental Commander wanted to find a hole to crawl into—the entire regiment's face had been lost by this kid!

At this moment of extreme tension, Zhao Jianguo suddenly spoke: "The soldier at target position 7, step forward!"

The scene instantly became so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

The hearts of the Division Commander and Regimental Commander sank to the bottom simultaneously, cold sweat running down their backs.

It's over, the Chief is going to reprimand him publicly...

Su Han jogged forward, standing at attention and saluting: "Greetings, Chief!"

Zhao Jianguo looked the young soldier up and down, a strange light flashing in his eyes. "What is your name?"

"Reporting, Chief! Su Han, soldier of the 3rd Squad, 7th Company!"

"Comrade Su Han," Zhao Jianguo's voice suddenly rose, "how did you do it? Ten bullets, all tens, with eight hitting the bullseye!"

Boom—

These words were like a bomb, causing an explosion of noise on the shooting range.

"What?!" Zhou Haitao almost bit his own tongue.

The Division Commander and Regimental Commander looked at each other, both seeing disbelief in the other's eyes.

The soldiers of the 7th Company were even more shocked:

"Holy crap! A score of 100?!"

"Eight bullseyes?! He's a freaking sharpshooter!"

"How is that possible? Did the Chief see it wrong?"

After the Division Commander and Regimental Commander recovered, they quickly grabbed binoculars from their subordinates and looked toward Su Han's target.

Sure enough, they saw the 10-ring circle of the target was densely packed.

They counted carefully one by one and found it really was a score of 100!

"This..."

The Division Commander and Regimental Commander were both dumbfounded!

They had such a sharpshooter in their ranks, and they, the leaders, didn't know?

To shoot at this distance, with that speed, and still achieve a perfect score...

This was incredible!

Even the Special Forces Soldiers in the Special Forces probably couldn't do it!

Zhou Haitao also saw the result through the binoculars, his eyes wide and full of disbelief.

"This kid actually has this kind of shooting ability! Why didn't I know before?"

"In the 100-meter fixed target shooting assessment a week ago, didn't he miss the target and fail?"

"How did he become so powerful after only a week? Is he using cheats?!"

If anyone was truly shocked, it was Su Han's squad leader, Liu Yong.

Su Han had been with him since the first day he joined the New Recruit Company.

He knew Su Han's level better than anyone.

From enlistment until now, there had been at least 15 to 20 shooting assessments, large and small!

But half of Su Han's 100-meter shooting assessment scores were failing.

A few times, he even missed the target entirely, with bullets hitting other people's targets.

With such a garbage shooter, you're telling me he shot a 100 at 200 meters this time?!

Who the hell would believe that if you told them?!

Could the regiment have cheated in front of the Chief for the sake of face?

But it was obvious that Su Han's target hadn't been touched just now??

The Chief was watching with binoculars; even if the Regimental Commander had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare do that!

Zhao Jianguo looked at Su Han with interest. "Tell me, how did you aim? To shoot so fast and still maintain accuracy."

Su Han straightened his back. "Reporting, Chief! I used the 'Intuitive Shooting Method.' I don't rely on the traditional three-point line-of-sight aiming, but rather shoot directly through muscle memory and gun feel."

Everyone behind him was dumbfounded.

Intuitive Shooting Method?

What kind of method is that!

Just shooting by feel? Then was all our usual exhausting practice of holding and aiming just for show?

When did shooting become so simple?

"Intuitive shooting?" Zhao Jianguo's eyes lit up. "That's an advanced technique only trained in the Special Forces. How does a recruit from an ordinary company know this?"

Su Han remained composed. "Reporting, Chief! I figured it out myself."

This explanation clearly didn't satisfy the old general. Zhao Jianguo gave him a meaningful look, then turned to the Division Commander and said, "This soldier is interesting."

The Division Commander finally snapped out of his shock and quickly smiled. "Yes, yes, Comrade Su Han is a shooting model our division is focusing on cultivating."

As he said this, the Division Commander felt his face flush—it was the first time he had even heard the name Su Han!

Zhou Haitao's expression at this moment was a sight to behold—shock, confusion, embarrassment, anger... various emotions intertwined on his face.

He still couldn't believe that Su Han, who usually trailed at the end of training, was actually a hidden sharpshooter!

The few real shooting models in the back looked at each other.

If Su Han is a shooting model, then what are we?

However, shock was shock.

Everyone generally believed that in this round of shooting, Su Han just got lucky.

Even though they felt this explanation was nonsense.

After all, to fluke a score of 100 with 10 bullets, your ancestors' graves would have to be practically smoking with luck.

But they would rather believe Su Han's ancestors were lucky than believe Su Han actually had this strength.

At this point, Zhao Jianguo looked at Su Han again and spoke: "Good, since you're so confident, I'll test you again!"

"Can you handle a sniper rifle?"

Su Han stood at attention and shouted, "Reporting, Chief, I am even better at sniper shooting than rifle shooting!"

Pfft!

When Su Han said this, Zhou Haitao, Liu Yong, and the soldiers of the 3rd Company almost spat.

You?

Sniper shooting?!

Big brother, do you even hear what you're saying?

The whole company only has one sniper rifle, and only one sniper!

Most of us haven't even touched that gun, let alone a garbage shooter like you who fails every assessment.

"Good!"

Zhao Jianguo laughed loudly, "Then let me see the sniper skills of this recruit!"

"Go! Get a sniper rifle!"