Special Forces: I Can See the Experience Bar

Chapter 6, 10 rings? No, it's 100 rings!
Chang Ning is a man of action; if he has an idea, he wants to put it into practice immediately. No sooner had he been inspired by Xiao Zhuang than he rushed off to borrow a book from Lao Pao.

"Squad leader, do you have any books about firearms? I'd like to borrow them."

The veteran was completely stunned by Chang Ning's sudden question.

"Borrow a book?"

Chang Ning is the hardest working person in his class and even the entire recruit company. According to his observation, Chang Ning would rather squeeze out his meal time to train. Why would he suddenly come over to borrow a book from him?

However, the old man was very supportive of this matter. Even the strongest person can't keep up if they work non-stop. But Chang Ning just wouldn't listen to advice.

Therefore, it is a good thing that Chang Ning can relax, especially since he is reading and studying, not fooling around.

"I want to read books about firearms, preferably the more professional kind, but there aren't any of those books in our class."

Chang Ning scratched the back of his head sheepishly; he wasn't used to asking for help. But the classroom only had novels and magazines, not a single professional book he needed, so he had no choice but to ask Lao Pao for help.

"Okay, I'll give it to you when I rest tonight."

For the past year, Lao Pao has been self-studying high school chemistry and engineering demolition knowledge. He doesn't have any professional firearms books, so he's going to borrow some from Platoon Leader Chen Guotao while he still has some time.

He's a top student from the Army Command Academy; he must have the books Chang Ning needs. It's the first time his comrades need his help, so he can't let them down.

That evening, Chang Ning received the book as she wished and couldn't wait to start reading it.

The book he was reading was a reference book about the advantages and disadvantages of various firearms, with detailed data analysis. It included various famous firearms from both domestic and international sources, and the first page featured the renowned AK47.

Someone who can successfully graduate from a prestigious university at the age of eighteen must have some learning skills. He might not be able to beat others in the military, but when it comes to learning ability, Chang Ning is confident that he can do it well.

At least in the recruit training camp, he had no rivals, except for Xiao Zhuang, a seventeen-year-old directing major.

Chen Xiwa, who was standing next to him, put down the book "The King of Soldiers of China" and stared at Chang Ning in disbelief.

"Xiao Zhuang, is this how you college students read books?"

This isn't reading a book, it's scanning! One, two, three... ten, Chang Ning finishes reading a page in ten seconds. Those are professional books, containing complex data and theories; you can't understand them at all without careful reading.

Chen Xiwa was immediately struck by how terrifying college students were. No wonder they were able to get into university; their reading speed alone deserved a thumbs up.

"Don't misunderstand college students. At least I can't read as fast as Chang Ning."

Question: What's it like to have a friend who is both a genius and works harder than you?
Xiao Zhuang really didn't know what to say. Right now, the only thing he could do that was surpass Chang Ning in marksmanship.

His once-proud physical abilities are no longer impressive. If he were to compete against Chang Ning in a 5-kilometer race now, Xiao Zhuang is certain that Chang Ning could lap him as many times as he wanted – that's how domineering he is.

Moreover, he had a premonition that Chang Ning's marksmanship would become terrifyingly accurate in the near future.

Xiao Zhuang looked at Chang Ning, who was engrossed in reading, and this strange thought popped into his mind.

……

Time slips away like sand through your fingers, and in the blink of an eye, Chang Ning has spent winter in the recruit training camp.

On December 28, 2005, heavy snow fell from the sky, and if one had to describe it, it would be: "like willow catkins rising in the wind."

So what if the weather is bad? In the words of the old man, even if it's raining, hailing, or even raining knives, training must continue without his permission.

Yes, that's how ruthless and inhumane the old guard is.

Chang Ning stood by the window, looking through the glass at the heavy snow falling under the dim streetlights, and felt a strange, inexplicable feeling in her heart.

It's as if there should be a girl under the streetlight at this moment, smiling sweetly and standing gracefully.

Unfortunately, this is a military camp where soldiers can become as beautiful as Diao Chan after three years of service.

The snoring in the dormitory continued unabated. The old man arranged many more training tasks for the other classes every day, leaving everyone physically and mentally exhausted. Under such circumstances, even those who didn't snore started snoring.

The military camp's reveille was as punctual as ever. Chang Ning quickly fastened his belt, tidied his uniform, and ran outside the dormitory to wait quietly for his comrades.

"Get up, quick!"

The old man's urging voice came first from the dormitory, followed by various complaints, because in the rush, someone would always wear the wrong clothes.

"Xiwa, you're wearing my clothes!"

It was Xiao Zhuang's voice, and Chang Ning heard it very clearly.

When Lao Pao got dressed and ran out into the heavy snow, he saw Chang Ning standing tall in the snow like a straight poplar tree.

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes. Chang Ning had never gotten up this early before, but Lao Pao didn't say anything.

"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up!"

The new recruits lined up at the veteran's urging, looking at his expressionless face, waiting for him to unleash his scathing remarks.

But this time everyone was disappointed. The old man, contrary to his usual behavior, didn't say anything, but just asked everyone to run five kilometers to warm up.

Chang Ning woke up early because he was too excited to sleep. He had seen the veteran's training plan by chance and knew that there would be target practice today. He was sure he could finally make a name for himself and break the recruit company's record again.

Fifteen or sixteen days had passed since he last borrowed the book. Just as he had thought, reading was useful, and he had gained quite a few experience points.

In the past ten days or so, he trained during the day and read books in his spare time at night, and his rifle shooting experience bar has reached "90/100".

Chang Ning tried everything he could to get the remaining ten experience points, but he couldn't get even one more. If the limit wasn't one hundred points, Chang Ning would have thought he had already maxed out his experience points. "Today we officially begin target practice. I won't go into more details."

In short, I hope you can put to good use everything I've taught you.

Looking at the young faces before him, the veteran soldier felt a surge of pride. He could confidently say that his soldiers were stronger than those of other platoons!
Counting the heavy bullets lying in his palm, Chang Ning felt that the old gunman had finally been generous this time, giving each of them ten bullets.

Even when firing from a prone position, the veteran doesn't care if the ground is wet or not.

At this moment, Chang Ning lay motionless on the muddy ground, unmoved even though the front of his clothes was completely soaked.

At this moment, all he could see was the target a hundred meters away, and his brain was frantically calculating based on the surrounding environmental factors such as wind and humidity.

The book he had read earlier played a decisive role at this moment, allowing Chang Ning to use the formulas in the book to calculate the perfect shooting opportunity!

Her index finger rested on the cold trigger, and she adjusted her breathing to block out the outside noise. It was as if only Chang Ning, the gun in her hand, and the target existed in the world; everything else had vanished.

A more fantastical explanation is that Chang Ning is currently in a state of perfect harmony with his weapon; a more scientific explanation is that he is absolutely focused.

With a gentle shot, the bullet spins and flies toward the target at a speed of 920 m/s.

This time, Chang Ning didn't keep the veteran waiting long, or even at all. He hadn't stopped firing since the first shot, and his single-shot mode was practically turning him into an automatic firing mode.

"Hi~"

Seeing Chang Ning's irrational behavior, Lao Pao gasped.

What triggered this? Or do you not respect me, your old squad leader, and are you being so perfunctory?

"You just wait! Wait till your results come out, and I'll see how I deal with you. Don't think you're so great just because you're physically strong!"

"Report the target."

The veteran patiently waited until the new recruits finished shooting at the targets, then picked up his walkie-talkie and asked the comrade in charge of the shooting range to help report the target number.

"Target number one, 70 rings; target number two, 75 rings; target number three, 85 rings... target number nine... target number nine..."

What happened to target number nine?

The old man had a bad feeling. Target number nine was the target that Chang Ning had shot at. Could it be that this guy got a perfect score?
"Target number nine, a bullseye!"

what!
Ten rings!

Everyone present stared at Chang Ning in astonishment. If they didn't know his shooting results, they wouldn't have believed it if someone told them that Chang Ning could score ten points with ten bullets.

Have you ever seen Chang Ning practicing weighted shooting after physical training, rain or shine? Have you ever seen Chang Ning reading professional books about firearms every night?

Who would believe that someone like that would fail the target shooting test? But the fact is right before our eyes; it can't be that the comrade who reported the target was joking.

Despite the complex looks from his comrades, Chang Ning remained unchanged in both mindset and expression. He knew his score wasn't a perfect 10, but he had strong confidence in it.

"Bring the target paper over for me to take a look."

When Lao Pao learned that Chang Ning only scored ten rings, he felt extremely conflicted. If this was true, Chang Ning had fallen from grace.

This proves that he is not a freak who can do everything, but on the other hand, the veteran doesn't want Chang Ning to only score ten rings.

A few minutes later, Lao Pao took the target paper and found that it was indeed a bullseye. Now it was confirmed. He looked at Chang Ning with a complicated expression.

Such a result is unfair to a soldier who has trained hard.

The old man, who had originally intended to comfort Chang Ning, found it very strange that Chang Ning did not show any negative emotions such as frustration or anger on his face.

As far as he knew, Chang Ning was a proud person, and a proud person could accept failure.

‘Something’s wrong! ’

The veteran felt there was something wrong with the result and carefully examined the target paper in his hand.

"This is?"

The bullet holes in the paper target gun were noticeably larger than they could have been made with a single bullet.

"Could it be..."

Yes, that's the only way to explain why he was so calm about his shooting results.

It must be that Chang Ning hit the same spot with all ten bullets, and each shot was a bullseye, to fit his personality.

The veteran had guessed the result, but he didn't want to reveal the answer, nor did he have time to specifically test Chang Ning's marksmanship.

This is the military, not a place where you can do whatever you want. Changning's score can only be recorded as a ten-ring score.

Moreover, there is a problem youth in the class who needs to be disciplined, and today's target practice is specifically aimed at him.

"What? Do some people get so cocky after scoring 95 points?"

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