Special Forces: I Can See the Experience Bar

Chapter 15 Invitation

"Indeed, your shooting talent is the best I've ever seen, even surpassing Falcon."

That evening, Chang Ning, having completed his mission, handed the target paper to Sergeant Lao Ma.

The target paper was covered with a dense array of bullet holes, and Old Ma counted them carefully and found there were sixty or seventy of them.

While the hit rate is average, don't forget that today is Chang Ning's first time using a sniper rifle, and Sergeant Ma hasn't even given him a proper lesson yet.

To have a 60-70% hit rate right from the start, what else could it be but extraordinary talent?
"Falcon?"

What was said in jest was taken seriously by the listener. Considering that Sergeant Ma and Miao Lian were old comrades-in-arms, and that Miao Lian had served in the predecessor of Wolf Fang, does this mean that Sergeant Ma also knew about Wolf Fang?

Among the Wolf Fang fighters, the only one codenamed Falcon who is also a sniper is probably He Chenguang's father, He Weidong.

Judging from what Sergeant Ma said, he had also taught He Weidong.

Chang Ning thought about it for a moment and understood. It was 2006, the plot of "The Blade Is Drawn" hadn't started yet, and He Weidong hadn't met his demise.

Does this mean I have a chance to save him?

It was a pity that He Weidong sacrificed himself in the original story. It wasn't because he was unskilled, but because he was implicated. He was really unlucky!

"What are you thinking, kid!"

Sergeant Ma was a little angry when he saw that Chang Ning was distracted.

"Sorry, class monitor, I was daydreaming."

People are trying to help you analyze things and teach you skills with good intentions, but you don't listen properly. It's really upsetting to put yourself in their shoes.

Chang Ning acknowledged his mistake and immediately apologized with a sincere attitude.

"Never mind, this is my notebook from a few years ago, I'll give it to you."

Sergeant Ma pulled out a yellowish-brown notebook, about three fingers wide, from the bottom of the drawer. The notebook had some damage on the edges and looked quite old.

"I can't accept this. Class monitor, please explain it to me. I promise I'll never get distracted again."

Seeing the class monitor touching the notebook, his eyes filled with reminiscence, Chang Ning understood. This notebook held special significance for the class monitor, and even if the contents were something he desperately needed right now, he couldn't just take it away from him.

“Just take it, why are you being so hesitant! Besides, this thing is useless to me, so I might as well give it to you.”

You need him more now than I do!

Without saying a word, Sergeant Ma shoved the notebook into Chang Ning's hands.

"Thank you, class monitor. I will take good care of this notebook."

"What nonsense are you talking about! The greatest reward you can give me is for you learning what's above. I don't need you to cherish it."

Chang Ning's words warmed Lao Ma's heart. The notebook had special meaning to him, and he was indeed a little reluctant to part with it, but it could help others, so it was making the most of it.

Seeing that the class monitor had no further instructions, Chang Ning carefully placed the notebook in her locker before leaving the dormitory.

With about an hour left before lights out, he needed to go find Chen Guotao, the platoon leader.

Chang Ning was preoccupied with her tomato and egg stir-fry problem, so she ran very fast.

At this time, the platoon leader should still be on the training field. Chang Ning remembered that Chen Guotao had ankylosing spondylitis, and she wanted to take this opportunity to persuade the platoon leader.

At worst, we can threaten him with Miao Lian. Such an outstanding soldier shouldn't end up in a wheelchair; he should be commanding troops on the battlefield!

The area around the barracks was unusually quiet at night, with sentries patrolling outside, occasionally shining flashlights around. Further away on the training ground, one could vaguely see people kicking sandbags.

Training this late is something that only Chang Ning and Chen Guotao in the entire Night Tigers are doing.

Chang Ning followed the sound and approached Chen Guotao. Xiwa was bored on the way, and it was his turn to be on duty tonight.

"Password!"

Chang Ning replied, "Iceberg! What's the order?"

"grassland!"

Chang Ning rubbed her ears while facing the glaring light, and squinted to see that it was Xiwa.

"Xiwa, are you on guard duty today?"

"Yeah, it's almost lights out, why aren't you sleeping?" "Don't even mention it, I fired too many guns today, my ears are ringing."

I can't sleep.

Upon hearing this, Xiwa realized how coincidental it was, as he was also having shooting practice today: "My ears are ringing too."

"Let's talk another day. I need to speak with the platoon leader."

"Okay, I'm leaving first."

Chen Xiwa left when he saw that Chang Ning had something to do; he still had to be on duty.

After the two separated, Chang Ning walked to the sandbag where Chen Guotao was practicing his leg techniques, and watched him hit the sandbag again and again without saying a word.

A leg strike is indeed more powerful than a punch; Chen Guotao's kick sent the sandbag flying high into the air. A punch wouldn't have had such a direct impact.

"You want something from me, kid?"

Chen Guotao noticed Chang Ning as soon as he appeared. He had heard that Chang Ning trained very hard, just like him. He had never met him before, but when he saw him today, he just assumed that Chang Ning was training and didn't pay any attention to him.

Unexpectedly, this kid decided not to leave. Fine, if he doesn't want to leave, then so be it. There are plenty of sandbags here, and Chen Guotao isn't the domineering type.

But Chang Ning neither trained nor punched the sandbag; he just watched him from the sidelines, which made Chen Guotao unable to hold back any longer.

"I do have some questions to ask, but there's no rush. Platoon leader, let's talk after you finish training."

"Forget it, you're always staring at me, it's making it hard for me to concentrate."

"Speak, what is it?"

Chen Guotao led Chang Ning to the edge of the flower bed and plopped down on it himself. Sweat was pouring down his face, soaking his short-sleeved shirt.

"I recently learned to make a dish, but no matter how I adjust it, I just can't make it taste the same as I remember."

After listening to Chang Ning's story, Chen Guotao thought for a moment, organized his thoughts, and told Chang Ning his analysis.

"Although I don't know what kind of cooking you're learning, I'm sure you've tried all the other methods, since there are only a few methods to count."

My analysis is that only specific people can recreate that familiar flavor, because the focus isn't on the dish itself.

At this point, Chang Ning understood: "You mean, the most important thing is the emotion contained in this dish!"

"Yes, that's what I mean."

Pretend to preach thousands of books, but truly preach one sentence.

A book or anything else, very little of it is truly useful; it all depends on whether you can extract the essence.

"Thank you, platoon leader. I'm going back to rest now."

After finishing his speech, Chang Ning was about to leave. Although he hadn't participated in physical training today, maintaining a high level of mental concentration had been quite tiring.

"Come back, don't leave yet, I have something to ask you."

Seeing that Chang Ning was about to leave, Chen Guotao quickly stopped him. He had something to discuss with him; Miao Lian had specifically asked him to do so when he went to a meeting at the military region earlier that day.

"Platoon leader, you speak."

Chang Ning had just stood up when she heard Chen Guotao's words and sat down in front of him again.

"Actually, it's not a big deal."

'Nonsense, even if it were something important, you shouldn't be telling me!'

What Chen Guotao said made Chang Ning inwardly complain.

"Miao Lian ordered me to transfer you back today. What are you thinking?"

Entering the new century, the military is also undergoing reforms, and the feelings of the soldiers must be taken into account when doing things. As a talent who graduated from the Command and Operations Academy, Chen Guotao also needs to keep up with the wave of reform.

"I have no idea, I obey orders!"

Chang Ning wouldn't have been happy if this had been brought up a day earlier, but coincidentally, he just received some valuable advice from Sergeant Ma today, so he really doesn't have any thoughts about it now.

This week has been quite busy, but starting next week I'll update twice a day.

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