My grandfather's mother Li Yunlong beat up Langya at the beginning

After the results of the live-fire shooting training came out, the atmosphere in the entire camp became very depressing.

Not only the first group where Leng Feng was, but the results of other groups afterwards were the same. No one could reach the passing line set by Li Fan.

Even many troublemakers can't even reach the passing line, let alone hit the target.

Li Fan held the report card handed to him by Gray Wolf tightly in his hand, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

He said coldly: "Look, this is the answer you handed in?"

"Out of 60 people, only a few dozen passed, and more than a dozen failed!"

"Now I finally understand why those leaders welcomed me so much when I went to your company to recruit someone."

He suddenly stopped and swept his eyes over the crowd like lightning. "I think they also know that you are a bunch of complete losers!"

Just as Li Fan was spitting and cursing passionately, Leng Feng stood up.

With a hint of stubbornness in his eyes, he loudly retorted: "Instructor, this is not our problem, but your failure to provide adequate logistical support!"

Li Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was examining Leng Feng. His voice carried a hint of danger:

"Oh? I didn't provide good logistics support? Why didn't I provide good logistics support?"

Leng Feng took a deep breath. He knew he had to express his point of view firmly, so he said loudly:

"Instructor, look at the weather today. The sky is filled with yellow sand, and visibility is extremely poor."

"The target 150 meters away was like a faint shadow in the wind and sand. Our eyes couldn't aim accurately at it at all."

"And the crosswind is so powerful, like an invisible hand that can blow the bullets to who knows where at any moment."

"Under these circumstances, no one would be able to hit a target 150 meters away without an auxiliary sight, let alone meet the standards you set."

Li Fan frowned, and his work became more serious: "Leng Feng, you are a soldier. Soldiers should overcome all kinds of difficulties instead of making excuses when encountering problems."

Leng Feng did not back down. He continued, "Instructor, I understand that as a soldier I have to overcome difficulties, but this is not an excuse."

"In actual combat, if conditions allow us to better complete our mission, why not use them? Auxiliary sights are the key factor in improving our hit rate in such harsh environments."

As soon as Leng Feng finished speaking, the troublemakers around him began to whisper.

Shi Sanba touched Shao Bing's arm and whispered, "Leng Feng is absolutely right. In this kind of weather, without auxiliary sights, it's like asking us to shoot blindfolded. It's simply unrealistic."

Shao Bing nodded and agreed, "Yeah, look at that target. It's almost invisible in the wind and sand, and the wind is so strong. If there were an auxiliary sight, at least we could have some confidence. The score would definitely be much better."

Hearing the support from his comrades, Leng Feng became more determined in his position. He looked straight into Li Fan's eyes, waiting for his response.

Li Fan stood in front of the troublemaker, his face stern, and roared, "What? Without those high-tech weapons, you won't fight?"

His voice was like thunder, exploding in every soldier's ears, "As special forces, when war comes, we must be on the front lines. There is no supply, no rescue."

As he spoke, he paced back and forth in front of the soldiers, his eyes stern and majestic. "By then, any auxiliary sight will eventually fail. Are you just going to surrender?"

Li Fan's words completely awakened this group of troublemakers.

That’s right! Didn’t our ancestors win the war with just millet and rifles?

Why does their generation have to rely on high-tech auxiliary aiming devices?

Of course, as the chief instructor, Li Fan knew that these polite words could only calm the troublemaker temporarily. The most important thing was to show his strength!

Otherwise, why should you ask the troublemakers below you to complete something that you yourself cannot do?

Thinking of this, Li Fan took a brand new magazine from Gray Wolf and silently walked to the shooting line.

The moment he stood still, he seemed to merge with the surrounding wind and sand, becoming the master of this harsh environment.

He first took a deep breath, and the breath entered his chest slowly and steadily like a whale taking in water, filling his body with strength.

His feet stood firmly like old trees rooted in the ground, and every muscle was in a state of readiness.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, but his gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing through the yellow sand and locking directly on the target that was vaguely visible in the distance.

He grabbed a handful of sand from the ground with his left hand. The action seemed casual, but it contained skills acquired over many years of practice.

He gently picked up a handful of sand, slowly raised it to the level of his eyes, and then slowly released his fingers.

The sand was swept away by the strong wind and scattered in an instant.

His eyes were fixed on the trajectory of the sand, like a hunter observing the whereabouts of his prey.

In just this instant, he had accurately determined the wind speed and direction.

Then he raised the gun in his hand, and his movements were as smooth as flowing water.

His arms were like mechanical arms made of steel, stable and powerful.

His finger rested lightly on the trigger, without the slightest tremor.

"Bang!" The first gunshot broke the brief silence. The bullet was like an arrow shot from a bow, breaking through the obstruction of wind and sand, whizzing towards the target.

This shot seemed to be a signal, and then his shooting speed suddenly increased.

His finger danced rapidly on the trigger, and every pull of the trigger was like playing a passionate war song.

The sound of gunfire merged into one, echoing in the northwestern Gobi Desert like rolling thunder.

His body swayed slightly with the rhythm of the shooting, but the sway was very small, like a candle flame swaying in the wind, which seemed to be shaking but never fell.

His eyes never left the target in front of him, and even though the wind and sand kept hitting his face, he seemed unaware of it.

Every time he shot, he could quickly adjust the angle of the muzzle according to the slight changes in wind speed and direction.

The thirty bullets were like a group of obedient soldiers, flying towards the target accurately under his command.

In that minute, he had fired all thirty rounds in the magazine.

When the last bullet was fired from the gun, the deafening gunshot gradually subsided.

The entire camp instantly fell into a dead silence, and everyone was waiting for the target reporter's result.

A moment later, the target announcer's voice rang out, trembling slightly with excitement: "Thirty rounds, full rings!"

The sound was like thunder from a clear sky, exploding among the troublemakers.

The troublemakers were stunned, their eyes wide open, their faces filled with disbelief.

Shi Sanba felt like he'd been hit hard by a club. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He stammered, "How...how is this possible? The chief instructor is inhuman. It's in this awful weather, we can't even see the target clearly, and he managed to get a perfect score."

Shao Bing also seemed to have his soul sucked out of him. He muttered to himself, "Just now we were complaining about the lack of auxiliary sights and thought the instructor was deliberately making things difficult for us. Now look at the chief instructor, we are simply a bunch of clowns. Compared with the chief instructor, our grades are like children playing house. It's really embarrassing."