Special Forces: I Can See the Experience Bar

Chapter 11 Knife Skills

The management of the cook squad is relatively easier compared to that of a regular company. They are responsible for preparing and supplying food for the entire company, so the training tasks of the cooks are random.

Generally, they can train with other platoons whenever they have free time. Of course, the other platoons won't refuse them, since the cooks are in charge of the entire company's stomachs.

Besides, there aren't many people who can participate in the training. Most of the cooks are elderly, and there's only one person who can participate in the training right now: Chang Ning.

"Changning, we're making hot and sour shredded potatoes this afternoon. Go to the storeroom and peel the potatoes."

Sergeant Ma got up to wash up and saw Chang Ning carrying a yellow basin, sweating profusely. Clearly, this guy had gotten up earlier than everyone else and had just returned from exercising.

"Okay, monitor."

A revolutionary soldier is like a brick; he'll go wherever he's told to.

Since she was assigned to the mess hall, Chang Ning felt she had to do her job well. Her attitude towards the mess hall was different from others. Others were unhappy to be assigned to the mess hall because it would give them a bad reputation.

If you go home to visit your family and friends ask how you are doing in the army, and you say you are in the mess hall, they will often look down on you and think you are just a cook.

These people have a misunderstanding about the mess hall. In fact, the mess hall is quite tough, especially in elite units like the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company. Not only do they have to cook well, but they also have to participate in training and their performance cannot be at the bottom.

One advantage of being in the mess hall is that the hours are randomly assigned, and you have access to a variety of firearms.

According to Sergeant Ma, you can play with 40 fire if you want.

Chang Ning possesses a cheat code; he gains experience through training and even more by reading relevant professional books. Last time, he maxed out his rifle shooting experience, and his cheat code directly helped him master all the skills and experience of using the Type 95 assault rifle, including muscle memory. Now, Chang Ning's Type 95 rifle is incredibly accurate within its effective range, and even beyond that range, it boasts an 80% hit rate—truly terrifying!
In conclusion, units like the cooking squad, where employees can allocate their own time, are the most suitable for Changning.

Chang Ning took the key and opened the warehouse door. The supplies inside were neatly arranged. As expected of the military, even the flour was stacked in neat, angular bags, and the fruits and vegetables were categorized and all the same size.

This place is a paradise for people with obsessive-compulsive disorder!

After moving the potatoes out of the warehouse, Chang Ning started peeling them in the yard, but the results were less than satisfactory.

Chang Ning would often shrink potatoes several times over when he peeled them. In later generations, he never used a kitchen knife to peel them; he always used a special peeler.

"You have a new experience bar generated."

The notification sound of the cheat code rang in Chang Ning's mind.

After he maxed out his rifle shooting experience, he could only train his physical fitness every day. Finally, a new experience bar appeared after Chang Ning had been thinking about it day and night.

With his mind focused, Chang Ning saw a new experience bar.

Knife skills: 0/100
Chang Ning stared at the knife skills experience bar, lost in thought. He wondered if this knife skills could be used for more than just cooking; could it be used in bayonet fighting? Would it provide a bonus in 1v1 combat with enemies? He needed to figure these things out.

A good student is one who gets to the bottom of things when they encounter problems, and Chang Ning began to recall the experience points in her mind.

"Can this knife skill only be used for cooking?"

"..."

Okay, the golden finger is aloof and doesn't pay any attention to Chang Ning.

'I'm so stupid, why did I even ask when I knew this thing had low intelligence? Oh well, why worry about it? Whether it works or not, I'll just max it out and find out.'

Gradually, a thin layer of potato peels covered Chang Ning's feet, and the peels on the ground continued to thicken. As time passed, Chang Ning's potato-peeling skills became more and more proficient, and the flesh on the potato peels decreased, making it even better than peeling with a peeler.

After peeling the potatoes, Changning's knife skills skill level successfully increased to 10 points.

"So, peeling potatoes this time was like completing a training session."

Chang Ning unconsciously rubbed his chin. Summarizing experiences was one of his few good habits, and also the reason he was able to graduate early at a young age.

Having a good memory is only one aspect; there are many examples of children who failed to live up to their potential.

Maxing out knife skills is a long and arduous task. There are no relevant books in the company, and besides, Sergeant Ma wouldn't make Chang Ning peel things every day.

Where does a good cook start? Sergeant Ma has experience; he'll have new recruits start with miscellaneous tasks.

Chang Ning's daily work in the kitchen consisted of cleaning, washing pots and pans, and helping with food preparation. With the help of a cheat code, Chang Ning's progress was far beyond that of ordinary newcomers.

Sergeant Ma once saw Chang Ning peel potatoes so thinly that almost no flesh remained, and he was astonished. He knew Chang Ning's skill level all too well, and as Chang Ning's sergeant, he paid close attention to him.

Some of the reasons were specifically mentioned by his old comrades, but more importantly, Chang Ning had an extremely upright work attitude. He would do whatever he was asked to do without any complaints, and he did his job exceptionally well.

"Chang Ning, your task today is to cut these potatoes into shreds. I'll show you how first."

Seeing that Chang Ning had talent, Sergeant Ma had a new idea in mind, but this did not stop him from cutting potato shreds.

He cut the potato in half, held it down with his left hand, and quickly sliced ​​it with a knife with his other hand. In just over ten seconds, he turned a potato the size of two fists into potato shreds.

Compared to peeling, shredding is much simpler. With the bonus of ten experience points, Chang Ning, apart from the irregular cuts at the beginning, can be said to have surpassed his teacher in the end, shredding potatoes quickly and finely.

Old Ma saw all of this. His face didn't show much expression, but his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

For so many years, Old Ma had never met such a genius who could learn it after just one practice session.

'Such a talented person should be assigned to the mess hall.'

However, when Lao Ma thought of his old comrade's smiling face, he gave up the idea.

It's a waste to leave Chang Ning in the mess hall, and Old Ma knows perfectly well why his old comrade entrusted Chang Ning to him. He's happy to teach such an excellent recruit; who doesn't like a smart student?

Old Ma's mindset changed, and Chang Ning's good days were over. During the day, he had to squeeze in time to participate in training with other classes and also chop vegetables in the mess hall. At night, he would do some strange things under the arrangement of Squad Leader Old Ma.

For example, he could recite the internal affairs regulations while threading a needle, or he could place a bowl of mixed black and green beans in front of Chang Ning and ask him to select them separately.

He could roughly guess the purpose of these training sessions as taught by Sergeant Ma, so Chang Ning did not reject them.

Chang Ning's time in the mess hall was not easy, mainly because he felt particularly exhausted every time he completed the tasks assigned by Sergeant Ma.

This continued for fifteen or sixteen days, and his knife skills were finally maxed out.

The familiar swelling sensation in his head returned. The last time this feeling occurred, it turned Chang Ning into a master of the Type 95 rifle. He wondered what it would be like this time. Chang Ning was filled with anticipation.

(End of this chapter)