Who taught you to be a soldier like this!

Chapter 408 Is this even possible? [Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly ticket!]

"Hahahahaha!"

As soon as the words fell, the crowd burst into laughter, and the slightly tense atmosphere disappeared.

"You kid."

"It's quite interesting."

The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head, then personally brought Zhao Weihong a box of ammunition filled with 7.62*54R bullets.

Just like this gun, this type of bullet can be considered an "evergreen" in the arms industry.

The lid of the Russian bear's coffin has been nailed shut, but this type of bullet is still active in war-torn areas around the world.

"Thank you."

Zhao Weihong thanked the middle-aged man politely, took the ammunition box and took out a bullet.

Compared with the 81*7.62 bullet used by the "39 Bar", the bullet used by the Type 53 rifle has the same caliber but is much longer and feels heavy, with a sense of heaviness that comes from the accumulation of time.

Just like an old soldier who is gradually unable to keep up with the times, he still stubbornly guards his pride.

"Should I tell you how to operate this gun?"

Looking at Zhao Weihong's dazed look, the middle-aged man suddenly asked a question for some unknown reason.

Hearing this, Zhao Weihong did not hesitate at all and immediately expressed it very frankly.

"Then trouble you."

Although Zhao Weihong had experience with the "56-and-a-half", it was not the same model as the Type 53 rifle after all.

Now that the middle-aged man is willing to teach, Zhao Weihong naturally won't pretend to be rich.

However, Zhao Weihong originally thought that the middle-aged man would personally teach him how to operate the rifle, after all, it was he who took the initiative to ask Zhao Weihong.

However, after Zhao Weihong nodded, the middle-aged man casually called an athlete behind him and asked him to teach Zhao Weihong.

At this moment, Zhao Weihong once again became the focus of the audience.

Everyone was watching him as he became more and more familiar with the operation of the Type 53 rifle under the athlete's slightly impatient instruction.

"Coach, he has delayed our training time for more than ten minutes."

An athlete in the crowd suddenly walked up to the middle-aged man and spoke.

"This guy has never even used the Water Beads. I guess he has only used the 88 at most in the army, or even the 85 which has a lower accuracy."

"I don't know what their leaders were thinking to recommend such a person to participate in the selection for the Military World Games."

"Isn't this a waste of resources?"

The athlete's tone was full of complaints, and in his hand, he was holding a custom-made competition gun imported from Switzerland.

Obviously, this is a regular member of the Bayi Shooting Team.

From a certain perspective, he, and even all members of the Bayi Shooting Team, are Zhao Weihong's competitors.

Different from Zhao Weihong.

The Bayi Shooting Team, no, every member of the Bayi Sports Team, was born for competition.

If Zhao Weihong failed to become a formal team member, he could just pack up and go back to continue his studies in the military academy.

But these athletes are different.

If they fail to become official members of the Military Games, it means that their countless days and nights of training and hard work will be in vain.

Worthless.

The purpose of the existence of this group of athletes is to participate in the competition and win glory for the country.

Besides this, they didn't know what else they could do.

If you are lucky, you can stay in the Bayi team in the future and become a coach, administrative leader or something like that.

But for most members of the Bayi Sports Team, even getting on the field is a luxury, let alone winning glory for the country.

Their years of training ultimately earned them a "iron rice bowl" in the sports system that guaranteed a steady income, but they ended up living a numb life with a foreseeable end.

However, after more than ten years of hard work, he ended up with such an outcome, and he didn't even get a chance to prove himself.

How could these athletes with extremely high aspirations accept this?

In order to avoid becoming a sad footnote in one grand victory after another, every member of the Bayi Sports Team has been training madly day and night, eager for a chance to play.

This is a competition with yourself as well as with your teammates.

And now, the athletes have to compete with a group of active-duty military personnel from all over the world.

And this group of "half-way" soldiers may very likely snatch away the opportunity to play that they have been longing for and looking forward to for a long time.

It is normal for the athletes to be "hostile" towards Zhao Weihong who came from afar, after all, it involves their own interests.

The shooting event in particular is related to the "military pentathlon", which is the most important and valuable event of the Military Games.

In the Military Games, although Yan State won the first place in various events many times, it has never won the first place in the total score of the military pentathlon!

Who can lead the team to achieve a "zero breakthrough" in the field of military pentathlon at the Military Games hosted by Yan Country?

The value of this is no less than breaking a world record held by foreigners for many years at the Olympics!

The opportunity to succeed and bring honor to your family is right before your eyes.

It is impossible to say that the "locals" of the Bayi Sports Team have no opinion on other players who come from far away and may take away their places in the competition.

Zhao Weihong just stated that one of the events she will participate in is shooting.

In the eyes of the athletes, Zhao Weihong was clearly stating that he wanted to participate in the military pentathlon and compete with the athletes present for a place in the competition!
At this moment.

In the eyes of the athletes, Zhao Weihong is no longer a comrade who has come from afar and needs to be welcomed.

But they are the enemies that they need to defeat and must defeat!

Except for the middle-aged man who served as coach, everyone present had undisguised and naked hostility towards Zhao Weihong!

Seeing that his coach was still looking at Zhao Weihong with interest, the athlete became anxious and hurriedly continued to speak.

"coach."

"okay."

"I know what you're going to say."

"If you haven't used the water bullet before, you can't shoot well?"

The middle-aged man put his hands behind his back and finally withdrew his gaze from Zhao Weihong, looking at his favorite student who was extremely eager to prove himself.

"You have to remember that a gun is essentially a weapon used to kill the enemy."

"Accuracy, firepower stability, these are secondary."

"The important thing is whether we can kill the enemy first before they open fire!"

"I can't tell how good this kid's shooting skills are."

"But I am sure that he is much better than you at using guns to kill enemies."

The middle-aged man's voice was earnest and sincere.

Obviously, he didn't want his favorite student to forget his original intention because of temporary gains and losses.

True.

They are all athletes born to compete.

But they are still soldiers with military ranks on their shoulders, soldiers who need to defend their country!

However, the athlete obviously did not understand his good intentions. He just frowned and remained silent for a moment, then wanted to argue with an unconvinced look on his face.

"But the Military World Games is not a competition for that."

"Thank you."

Before the athlete finished speaking, his words were interrupted by Zhao Weihong's sincere voice not far away. Almost at the same time as the voice sounded, the people who had been waiting impatiently all looked in the direction of Zhao Weihong.

Zhao Weihong was seen holding the water bottle at an angle and reaching out to touch the ammunition box in front of him.

"Click."

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The crisp sound continued to ring, no more, no less, exactly five.

The bullet capacity of the Water Ball Rifle is only five rounds.

This means that if Zhao Weihong wants to complete the goal of shooting ten bullets within one minute, he needs to reload the bullets once.

If we add the time required to re-bolt and aim each time to fire, the time left for Zhao Weihong to shoot each bullet can be said to be pitifully short.

Compared with all the shooting competitions Zhao Weihong has participated in, this seemingly ordinary target is undoubtedly the most difficult one.

Huang Yong watched Zhao Weihong's movements closely, with a hint of worry between his brows.

Having worked at HKUST for so many years, Huang Yong can be considered a half-administrative staff member and is well aware of all the intrigues.

Naturally, he also noticed the increasingly tense atmosphere in the training hall.

To be honest, Huang Yong felt that the people in the Bayi Sports Team were going too far.

Zhao Weihong had just experienced a tiring journey and without even a rest, he had to use a firearm that he was completely unfamiliar with to demonstrate his shooting skills.

If this isn’t a show of force, what is?
Although Huang Yong has an intuitive and clear understanding of Zhao Weihong's excellence.

But Huang Yong still broke into a cold sweat as to whether Zhao Weihong could survive this intimidation.

Standing in Huang Yong's position, looking at the half-body target two hundred meters away, it was just a small dot.

However, what Zhao Weihong used was still the water-guided missile with machine aiming!

Huang Yong felt that in Zhao Weihong's eyes, this target might not even be as big as the crosshairs of the water-link gun!

If he doesn't perform well, as the only foreign player in the Bayi Sports Team, one can imagine the treatment that Zhao Weihong will receive in the next few days!

Thinking of this, Huang Yong suddenly felt an urge to step forward and stop this "farce"!

It can only be said that Huang Yong doesn’t know enough about Zhao Weihong.

Zhao Weihong is not only good at showing off his power to others, but also good at returning the “show of power” to others!

"boom!"

Just when Huang Yong was still hesitating whether to step forward.

Zhao Weihong has started. No, she has taken the first step towards the Military Games!
Turn, aim, and fire!

All in one go!
He pulled the bolt quickly to eject the shell.

Zhao Weihong only took a very brief moment to re-aim before pulling the trigger again!

"boom!"

Despite Zhao Weihong's achievements, no one knows yet.

But after the second gunshot, the athlete standing next to the middle-aged man revealed a barely detectable mocking smile.

After each bullet is fired, pull the bolt, aim, and fire again.

The athlete can guarantee that the average time for his process will not exceed five seconds.

This data may seem somewhat ordinary, but it has established this athlete's unshakable position as the "number one" within the Bayi Shooting Team!
Because this is based on ensuring that every shot is a full ring, and the time spent and the error rate are less than 2%!

And how much time did Zhao Weihong just take?

Three seconds? Two seconds? Maybe even less!
Among the shooters the athlete knows, no one can complete the second shot after the first shot in such a short time while ensuring full rings!

Not to mention that what Zhao Weihong was holding in his hand was a water ball with extremely strong recoil!
Don't think about it.

This young man who has just arrived must have taken this survey as an assessment in the army where "only hitting the target, not the number of rings" is required.

Thinking of this, the athlete couldn't help but clench the competition gun in his hand, which he regarded as his life, and suddenly there was a deep desire in his eyes.

He wanted to tell Zhao Weihong that every shot had a perfect ring after she finished shooting.

Rifle shooting is not as easy as you think!
As for the ridiculously short time between each of Zhao Weihong's shots, the athletes didn't take it seriously at all.

No matter how short the time is, what’s the point if you can’t hit the full circle?

As for the next eight bullets, Zhao Weihong not only did not "restrain", but fired faster and faster!

It was clearly a bolt-action rifle with an extremely slow firing rate, but in Zhao Weihong's hands, it was used to act like a semi-automatic rifle.

It took Zhao Weihong less than forty seconds to fire ten bullets!
After the shooting, Zhao Weihong stood at the shooting position and did not rush to leave.

Instead, he looked at the water beads in his hand, as if thinking about something.

The athlete next to him didn't pay any attention to Zhao Weihong at all. He just came up to the middle-aged man and said in a slightly impatient tone.

"Coach, let me teach this country bumpkin a lesson!"

However, the middle-aged man seemed to have turned a deaf ear to his words. Not only did he ignore him, he also walked up to Zhao Weihong and asked with interest.

"what are you thinking?"

Hearing this, Zhao Weihong, who was still looking at the "Water Pearls" in his hand, immediately replied subconsciously.

"Although this gun is a bit old, it is really useful!"

"The accuracy is probably higher than that of the 88 sniper rifle."

"As expected, this old buddy who has been to the battlefield is really reliable!"

Upon hearing this, the smile on the middle-aged man's face suddenly became even wider.

"How do you know this gun is so accurate?"

"Hey."

Faced with the middle-aged man's question, Zhao Weihong did not rush to explain, but smiled faintly and expressed it concisely.

"Report your target."

Seeing Zhao Weihong's "mystifying" behavior, the athlete who followed the middle-aged man rolled his eyes. He was about to ridicule Zhao Weihong and make him realize the immensity of the world and where he was.

In the loudspeaker not far away.

The target reporter's voice was trembling, mixed with shock and disbelief.

"One hundred rings on target number six!"

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"This is impossible!"

As soon as the target announcer's voice fell, the athlete next to him stared at Zhao Weihong with wide eyes and growled.

"How can it be a full ring?"

"You shot so fast, and the recoil of the water ball was so strong, the target reporter must have made a mistake."

"Recoil?"

"What recoil?"

He looked at the athlete who came in front of him with some surprise.

Zhao Weihong spread his hands and said as a matter of course.