National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

On the wasteland, several sections of rusty railroad tracks were twisted and slanted in the sand, serving as makeshift target racks.

The faded wooden boards hung crookedly on the rails, creaking in the wind.

There were several concentric circles drawn crookedly on it with red paint.

The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds. The withered yellow grass trembled in the wind, and sometimes brushed against the scattered bullet shells on the ground, making a tinkling sound.

In the distance are rolling hills, full of jagged rocks and lifeless.

In the sky, a few crows made hoarse calls, circled a few times, and then landed on a dead tree beside the shooting range, tilting their heads to look at this desolate place.

The ground was full of potholes and craters of varying depths, and some traces of burning could be vaguely seen in the sand.

The sun was scorching, and occasionally a gust of wind carrying sand and dust would blow on one's face, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

bang... bang... bang...

Marston knelt on one knee in the rubble, his fingertips rubbing the anti-slip grooves on the gun body, his knuckles already turning red from the recoil.

He was holding a mid-barrel FAL assault rifle and was firing bursts at a target in the distance.

"Continue." Han Ji, who was standing behind him, was looking at the target a hundred meters away through a telescope.

There was a faint smell of gunpowder in the air, and the morning light penetrated the barbed wire and cast mottled shadows on the scorched earth.

"Press your wrist down another two centimeters." Han Ji leaned closer and tapped Marston's stiff wrist bone with his index finger.

"Remember, the gun is not held in your hand, it grows on your forearm."

He held the back of the other person's hand and guided the muzzle of the gun towards the steel target a hundred meters away.

"Breathe, inhale, exhale, and pull the trigger when you run out of air."

Marston's Adam's apple rolled twice, and the moment the trigger was pulled, Han Ji felt his entire shoulder tense up. The bullet grazed the bull's eye and flew out, startling the sparrows in the bushes behind the target.

"Too hasty." Han Ji stood up again: "You were counting seconds just now, right?"

"I..." Seeing Marston stunned, Han Ji untied his gun belt and threw the pistol in his palm, and the metal parts collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

"Listen."

click-

The click of the trigger being pulled was mixed with the slight sound of the hammer returning to its original position.

"This is a mechanical heartbeat. What you need to do is not to time it, but to synchronize your heartbeat with it."

boom! boom! boom!

Han Ji fired three shots seemingly randomly, but all of them hit the center of the target a hundred meters away!

"This is too difficult..." Marston was a little envious, but also showed a bitter smile.

"Study hard, kid, you will become stronger."

……

Dusk climbed up the barbed wire beside the wall, and Marston finally hit the first ten rings.

Han Ji patted the back of his neck that was covered in mud. The setting sun in the distance dyed the bullet casings blood-red, forming a dark red line on the open ground.

"Then it's up to you to teach them."

"Yes, boss!"

"Don't call me Boss, just call me Lao Han."

"Oh, Old Han."

Under Han Ji's training, Marston became a master.

The men previously recruited on the farm were also trained to become stronger soldiers.

As for military uniforms, Han Ji asked them to change into the uniforms of the White Wolf Company that he had killed before.

……

The vast plain spread out like a yellowed old carpet under the sky. The wind swept across the endless waves of grass, creating ripples of dark gold and dark green.

As far as the eye can see, the horizon is as straight as a knife, abruptly separating the lead-gray clouds from the wilderness. Only a few gray pigeons are circling in the sky, occasionally casting fleeting shadows.

At the end of the plain, the outline of the town's buildings turned into a blue-gray ink mark in the twilight.

The curve of the crooked roof is vaguely visible, like a ball of paper crumpled by wind and rain.

The faded windmill blades turned slowly in the wind, and a thin mist mixed with cooking smoke rose from the broken chimney, like a long sigh of the earth.

"Is this Carmona?" After stepping through the door of time and space, the scene in front of Zhang Yang was completely new.

He took deep breaths of the air of this world, feeling his chest being filled with freshness.

He crossed over in front of the villa on the south wall, which was in the Red City modeled after the city of Malros.

The remaining ruins of Malorth can most likely be found nearby, and this is also located in the Malorth Plains.

Zhang Yang’s first task is to confirm the time after the time travel.

Only by judging how far Carmona's historical process has progressed can he make the next move.

There was no one living nearby, so Zhang Yang activated the Dragon Dance and took quick action.

Crossing the plain, Zhang Yang saw familiar farm buildings.

Not the building in the farm map, but the building next to the farm.

In his previous life, he often looked out from the edge of the map of the Silk Road.

Dusk spread over the horizon, and the windmill with huge blades slowly turned.

The metal blades cut through the air, making a low humming sound that echoed in the empty sky and earth.

Sometimes Zhang Yang was born in a warehouse and could see the shadows of these windmills.

Three huge windmills were arranged in a triangle, and each blade was coated with a thin layer of gold by the sunlight.

On the west side of the windmill group, two huge industrial chimneys pierce the clouds, and the mottled concrete surface is covered with rust, like scars gnawed by time.

"What was this place used for before?" Zhang Yang was very curious about the building next to the farm.

There were also guards standing guard next to the windmills, holding guns and equipped with level 3 suits.

Zhang Yang restrained his aura of leadership, and at the same time secretly controlled two M61 bullets to float quietly beside him.

If an accident happens later, these two bullets will be enough to protect myself.

"There are tree shadows!"

"who are you?"