A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Chapter 217 Could he really be a sharpshooter?

Old A's classroom was a large warehouse that had been converted.

In any place, talented people, especially those with unique talents, should be given special attention.

As a result, Feng Yuxiu benefited from receiving special treatment from Duke Huan of Qi.

On the table in front of Feng Yuxiu, two photos lay face down, their backs slightly rough.

Qi Huan's face was as solemn as ice, his eyes fixed on Feng Yuxiu as if trying to see through his heart.

"Today's first lesson is very simple: description." Qi Huan's voice was deep and powerful, standing out clearly in the quiet room.

Feng Yuxiu frowned slightly, a look of confusion on his face, and repeated, "Description?"

Qi Huan nodded slightly. "That's right. Just pick up any photo on your desk, describe its contents in detail, and I will carefully analyze whether you are lying. This will be an important skill for you to analyze intelligence from unknown sources when you carry out special missions in the future."

Feng Yuxiu slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling on the photograph.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table a few times, as if he was thinking about which one to start with.

"Let's begin, any one of these will do. Just so you know, I don't know the specific content of these two photos either." Qi Huan's voice rang out again, and at the same time, his gaze became even more focused on Feng Yuxiu's face, not missing a single subtle change in his expression.

Feng Yuxiu reached out and picked up the photo on the left.

After glancing at the photo, he said, "A woman with long, flowing hair, wearing a light red plaid long-sleeved shirt, black flared pants, and an oval face."

"What's the action?" Qi Huan's voice shot out like a sharp arrow. He stared intently at Feng Yuxiu's face, trying to find a flaw in his expression.

Feng Yuxiu paused slightly, the image of the woman in the photo reappearing in his mind, "Sitting sideways, with long legs."

Qi Huan stared silently at Feng Yuxiu, and time seemed to freeze at that moment.

A minute passed before he finally spoke, saying firmly, "It's fake."

A strange expression appeared on Feng Yuxiu's face, a look of doubt.

He slowly turned the photo over, so it faced Qi Huan.

Qi Huan's eyes widened slightly, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face, but he did not speak, because the contents of the photo were indeed as Feng Yuxiu had described.

"Next one." Qi Huan's voice carried a hint of confusion; he wanted to find some flaws in Feng Yuxiu.

Feng Yuxiu frowned and picked up the second photo.

This time, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and then he began to describe: "A man tied to a tree, with seven or eight knife wounds on his body, and his right hand was cut off."

Qi Huan fell silent again, staring intently at Feng Yuxiu, trying to find signs of lying in his micro-expressions.

A minute later, he said again, "It's fake."

Feng Yuxiu gave Qi Huan a deep look, his eyes revealing an unfathomable expression.

He turned the photo in his hand over and pointed it at Qi Huan.

A look of astonishment flashed across Qi Huan's eyes again; the contents of the photograph were exactly the same as Feng Yuxiu's description.

Qi Huan slowly stood up, his expression somewhat complicated. "That's enough. Your micro-expressions are well controlled; I couldn't tell if you were being genuine or not. Go to class; this morning you'll be learning Cantonese and English."

Feng Yuxiu was somewhat puzzled as to what the point of Qi Huan's seemingly inexplicable test was. His heart was filled with doubt, but he still silently stood up and walked towards the classroom.

After Feng Yuxiu left, Qi Huan turned and walked out of the room.

His steps seemed somewhat heavy, as if he were pondering something important.

He found a familiar veteran and handed him the two photos, saying, "Here, pick up either of these photos and describe it."

The veteran took the photo, examined it carefully, and then began to describe it.

Qi Huan listened quietly from the side, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

After the veteran finished his description, Qi Huan's expression became even more solemn.

He turned around and found Yuan Lang, who was smoking a cigarette and intently flipping through documents and papers.

"Captain, this kid... I think he's a bit abnormal. He's really twisted inside." Qi Huan's voice carried a hint of anxiety and worry.

Yuan Lang looked up, a hint of nonchalance in his eyes. "How is he a pervert? Hasn't he always been known for his abnormal physical abilities?" Qi Huan, seeing Yuan Lang's attitude, felt a little anxious. He placed the two photos on the table. "When most people see these photos, they instinctively show joy or even lust when they see a beautiful woman, and they subconsciously feel somber when they see the gruesome scene of someone being tortured to death. But this kid... he's the opposite! He gets extremely excited when he sees blood. Don't you think he's a pervert? This kind of behavior... to put it bluntly, if you throw him into society, he's a criminal with a reverse personality."

Yuan Lang was silent for a moment, his gaze lingering on the photo for a while, before he slowly chuckled. "But he's in the army now. During the assessment process, we've analyzed his personality. He's a double-edged sword. In the army, he's the nation's sharpest weapon, capable of absolutely striking the enemy, charging forward fearlessly, protecting the motherland and the people. Isn't that right? What kind of soldier are you if you don't have guts? Go home and take care of your kids. You, stop thinking about these things. He's already in the elite A rank. Your task is to make him a sharpshooter! Make up for his weaknesses."

Qi Huan was reprimanded by Yuan Lang and silently withdrew.

Yuan Lang leaned back in his chair, smoking a cigarette. The smoke obscured his eyes. "What a promising talent, and he's quite fierce."

His voice echoed in the room, expressing his expectations for Feng Yuxiu.

The morning passed quickly, and Qi Huan looked at the officer who was giving a lesson, his face full of doubt. "You mean, he's from Henan, and he speaks fluent Cantonese and English? How old is he? He only has a junior high school education."

Qi Huan's voice was filled with surprise and disbelief.

The instructor shook his head helplessly. "That's right. Besides, his Cantonese is more fluent than mine. Fortunately, I can still teach other languages."

Duke Huan of Qi was utterly shocked by the appointment of Yu Xiu.

He originally thought that through this exercise assessment, he had seen through the soldier's strength and characteristics, but now it seems that the soldier is hiding many unknown secrets.

Feng Yuxiu's file has been rigorously reviewed. It clearly states that he was born in Xia Rongshu Village, Henan Province, and has never left the county town. Could he really be a promising academic star?

"Alright, I understand. Apart from these two, continue with the rest." Qi Huan sighed, his curiosity and doubts about Feng Yuxiu growing deeper.

On that open shooting range, sunlight dappled the ground, creating patches of light and shadow.

Qi Huan stood in front of Feng Yuxiu, a sniper rifle in his hand, his eyes revealing a professionalism. "Old A's shooting is usually the most straightforward, without any fancy firepower coverage." Qi Huan's voice echoed clearly across the shooting range.

“Normally, the first shot is to the forehead, and the second to the heart. In a real battlefield, if the enemy shows even the slightest resistance, even if their fingers can still move, it's absolutely fatal. Some people can survive a short time after being shot in the forehead, even if the bullet is lodged in their jawbone. So, we usually instinctively follow up with a second shot, one to the head and one to the heart. Therefore, in daily training, we must fire two shots in quick succession, and the shorter the time between shots, the better. That is, two bullets fired from one bullet hole. Here, try it.” Qi Huan handed the sniper rifle to Feng Yuxiu, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Feng Yuxiu took the sniper rifle, feeling a little nervous. In his previous life, he had only used the Flying Tigers' sniper rifle once. In this life, after enlisting, apart from the basic training and the Steel Seventh Company training, he had only been doing shooting training with the Old A team for a while.

His marksmanship wasn't bad, but it didn't reach the level of a sharpshooter that Qi Huan described.

Feng Yuxiu crawled on the ground, adjusting his breathing, his eyes fixed on the target three hundred meters away.

"Where's the scope?" Feng Yuxiu asked in surprise, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Qi Huan sneered, "That's necessary for setting up an ambush. When faced with an unexpected situation, you have to raise your gun and fire. By the time you've adjusted your scope, the enemy's bullet might already be in your eye."

Qi Huan glanced back at the distance, where Yuan Lang was smoking and squinting at them.

Feng Yuxiu's gaze gradually focused, and his breathing gradually calmed down. The target 300 meters away gradually shrank to the size of a palm in his eyes.

The center point on the target is no longer visible.

It seemed as if a wisp of energy began to slowly circulate within his body. In the 1990s, Mr. Zhang Zhishun said that the Qi body can influence the eyes and the body, allowing one to be better influenced by what one sees and hears.

Under the old man's influence, what he saw and heard was not just an adjective, but a behavior.

Feng Yuxiu's gaze seemed to become a magnifying glass, gradually blurring the surrounding environment and air.

The air on either side of my gaze turned into swirling, misty waves, forming an expanded focal point.

Gradually, Feng Yuxiu felt that the target paper 300 meters away became exceptionally clear, with only a slight tremor. The target in the center area and the gun barrel seemed to form a white line.

"Found it! This is the trajectory of the ballistics."

“It’s all about feel in these situations. You can’t expect to fire just by looking at it. Besides, you’ve learned about how wind speed, temperature, and humidity affect bullet trajectory, and you need to calculate that in a very short time. Of course, shooting without a scope isn’t something we train for very often in the frontline units. I don’t expect you to be able to shoot on your first day…” Qi Huan hadn’t finished speaking.

boom!
Without hesitation, Feng Yuxiu fired the first shot, then instantly pulled back the bolt to fire a follow-up shot.

boom!
Qi Huan frowned, a hint of displeasure on his face. "It's no use getting angry with me. You can only get positive feedback from the gun if you are loyal to shooting."

Qi Huan sighed and gestured for Feng Yuxiu to get up and unload the bullet.

"Target testing."

The target marker ran over with the target paper. Qi Huan turned around and looked at Feng Yuxiu, "What I need is the feel, so true sharpshooters are honed through bullets, that is, a feel for the weapon. Your physical abilities have far exceeded the requirements of a special forces soldier. But that's no reason for you to be arrogant. Remember, when facing firearms, humility is..."

Suddenly, Qi Huan froze, his eyes fixed on the target paper, a look of disbelief on his face.

(End of this chapter)