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

Chapter 275 The Shocking Gun Technique of Gong Jian

"Platoon Leader Xu, let's skip it. Today is the first time the new recruits are shooting with the mock gun."

After pondering for a moment, Gong Jian smiled and said.

Feng Yuxiu said calmly, "Didn't you bring this up first? Since when has the platoon leader been allowed to demonstrate for the new recruits?"

Typically, new recruits are demonstrated by experienced squad leaders or veterans.

The platoon leader's duties are the same as those of a squad leader, and Gong Jian had been targeting him from the very beginning.

He's not a monkey in a zoo that gets dragged out for a walk every time.

Gong Jian paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Alright, everyone watch closely. Today, Platoon Leader Xu and I will demonstrate the essentials of live-fire shooting. Everyone should study carefully."

Wang Yanbing muttered to himself, "Our instructor really knows how to talk. It's clearly a competition, but he's demonstrating it perfectly."

He Chenguang narrowed his eyes. "You don't understand. The instructor has such high emotional intelligence. He's clearly giving this Platoon Leader Xu a way out, so that he can make a cleanup if he can't win the fight later."

Li Erniu looked at Feng Yuxiu expectantly, "I believe in the platoon leader."

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On the target platform, Feng Yuxiu gripped his gun and stared intently at Gong Jian.

Gong Jian smiled and said, "Platoon Leader Xu, although I am an instructor, I have worked at the grassroots level before, so I am quite proficient with firearms."

Old Hei smiled without saying a word. Gong Jian was the political instructor of the Fourth Sharpshooter Company.

Can you become a political instructor in the best company in the entire regiment without some skills?

Just like Lao Hei said before, the four sharpshooters who raise pigs are all sharpshooters.

"Then shall I set an example first?"

Gong Jian took a deep breath, raised his gun, aimed at the target, and fired in the blink of an eye.

Bang bang bang!
After firing ten shots, Gong sheathed his spear and withdrew his halberd.

Old Hei stepped forward. "Inspect the target!"

"Report! All targets hit the bullseye. Report complete!"

"Good!!" the surrounding veterans shouted in unison.

The new recruits looked at the smiling Gong Jian with admiration.

"My goodness, the instructor is really a sharpshooter!" Wang Yanbing exclaimed, his eyes wide.

He Chenguang muttered to himself, "Sharpshooter..."

"Platoon Leader Xu, it's your turn." Old Hei reminded Feng Yuxiu, who hadn't moved for a long time, thinking he was frightened.

Feng Yuxiu squinted, holding the gun.

"Platoon Leader Xu, just think of this as setting an example for the new recruits. Don't put so much pressure on yourself," Gong Jian offered a way out.

Feng Yuxiu instantly raised his gun and fired ten bullets without any pause.

No one expected that he didn't aim at all, but just raised his gun and fired.

“This…” Old Hei frowned, “Isn’t this just reckless? Firing like a stream of consciousness? Why isn’t he aiming?”

Every shot, even from a sharpshooter, requires aiming and calculating the effects of wind speed, humidity, and air on the bullet.

Gong Jian had taken a full thirty seconds to prepare before firing, but this platoon leader didn't hesitate for a second and just raised his gun to fire.

Old Hei stared at Feng Yuxiu, "Platoon Leader Xu, even if you can't beat them, you can't waste bullets. How can you demonstrate this shooting posture to the new recruits?"

Old Hei turned around and looked at the group of new recruits, laughing, "Just now, Platoon Leader Xu's shooting posture was wrong, everyone, don't imitate it."

He Chenguang suddenly smiled with relief, "What did I tell you? One day I'll make him admit defeat. His marksmanship is so terrible..."

Li Erniu's eyes widened. "This is impossible! He's a platoon leader, after all..."

Only Wang Yanbing kept a skeptical look in his eyes by fiddling with his cheeks with his tongue.

"Report the target," Gong Jian said loudly, his tone slightly amused.

The Iron Fist Regiment is not an easy place to stay; every soldier there is a top-notch soldier and a sharpshooter.

So what if you're physically strong? You need both marksmanship and physical strength.

However, no target reporting was received for a long time.

Gong Jian roared, "What's going on? Didn't you hear the target report?"

"Report... um... all the bullseyes hit the target, and... instructor, would you like to come and take a look..."

The voice reporting the target hesitated slightly.

Gong Jian grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted, "Give it to me! What's all this charade about?!"

The soldier who was reporting the target ran over from a distance with the target in his hand.

Gong Jian snatched it away, "What's wrong with you? You can't even figure out such a small thing? It's just..."

Gong Jian looked down and froze.

An expression of disbelief and bewilderment appeared on his face.

Old Hei paused for a moment, then stepped forward. "Instructor, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" The new recruits all looked up at each other curiously.

He Chenguang frowned as he stared at Feng Yuxiu's indifferent face, a bad feeling making his hands tremble slightly.

What could possibly leave even a seasoned instructor speechless?
"Instructor, did we miss the target?" Old Hei asked again, uncertainly.

Gong Jian took a deep breath, lowered the target, and turned to stare at Feng Yuxiu.

He stared at him for a very long time. "You... just who are you? I've seen special forces, but none of them are like you."

Feng Yuxiu said calmly, "I was seconded here. Instructor, I've seen young geniuses before. You're twenty-seven this year, right? I've seen a twenty-four-year-old lieutenant colonel."

Gong Jian was taken aback. "What are you trying to say?"

"To borrow a phrase from my former superior, precocious people are usually late bloomers."

After saying that, Feng Yuxiu turned and left, saying, "Today's training is the responsibility of each squad leader."

He had long since restrained his bloodthirstiness, but he still felt unnatural when he came to the Iron Fist Gang.

I could never fit in, which was something I never experienced in the Steel Seventh Company. Even the seemingly cold-blooded Old A didn't make me feel this unwelcome.

Old Hei was somewhat at a loss. "What exactly happened to the instructor?"

Gong Jian tossed the target in his hand to Lao Hei.

Old Hei took it, looked down, and exclaimed, "Ten bullets in the same hole???"

"Yanbing, what does that mean?" Li Erniu asked curiously.

Wang Yanbing spoke up, "It might be very difficult, He Chenguang, what's wrong?"

Wang Yanbing then noticed that He Chenguang's face looked terrible, and the energy in his eyes had been completely extinguished.

He Chenguang stared blankly at the target, "Ten bullets hitting the same hole... How is this possible..."

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On the firing range, the new recruits lay prone, firing their weapons with a rapid-fire sound, and spent cartridge cases kept flying out and landing on the ground.

Old Hei walked past the recruits with binoculars: "Too high, aim down... You, you're to the left, remember to take a deep breath... This one's good, pretty good..."

In the distance, the bullet holes on the target were clearly visible.

Old Hei, holding binoculars, saw that Li Erniu's bullet holes were concentrated around the ninth and tenth rings.

Old Hei looked at the target, then at Li Erniu. Li Erniu grinned sheepishly, "Squad leader, what's up?"

Is this your first time shooting a gun?

"Yeah!" Li Erniu chuckled sheepishly.

"Not bad, this is interesting!" Old Hei laughed, holding up his binoculars.

"Thank you, squad leader," Li Erniu said with a simple smile.

Old Hei continued walking in that direction, and when he saw Wang Yanbing's target, he froze.

They are all within the 10th Ring Road.

Wang Yanbing smiled and asked, "Squad leader, what did you see?"

Old Hei picked up the binoculars again and looked once more—it was still a perfect 10-ring.

"stand up!"

Wang Yanbing stood up, and Lao Hei took the gun from him, examined it carefully, and then raised it to aim.

Wang Yanbing straightened his chest with a smile and looked at Lao Hei.

Old Hei, holding the gun, asked, "Who calibrated this gun?"

A private first class stood up and said, "Report! It's me!"

Old Hei looked at him skeptically: "You think you're that good? You can't even get a perfect score yourself!"

The private smiled sheepishly: "Maybe it was just him checking the roll."

Old Hei glanced at Wang Yanbing again and coldly praised, "Not simple."

"Thank you, squad leader!" Wang Yanbing said, standing at attention.

Old Hei ignored him and continued walking in that direction.

Li Erniu quietly gave Wang Yanbing a thumbs-up, and Wang Yanbing smiled.

He Chenguang watched without showing any emotion.

Old Hei walked up behind He Chenguang: "Your old rival, Man Huan, let's see how your score is..."

He picked up the binoculars and froze.

Wang Yanbing looked on, puzzled.

Old Hei raised his binoculars and looked carefully—inside the bullseye's ten-ring circle was a uniform inner circle with ten bullet holes.

Old Hei rubbed his eyes; it was still the same result.

The veterans passed binoculars around, looking in stunned silence.

Wang Yanbing still didn't understand.

"Go, bring that target back!" Old Hei pointed at Li Erniu.

Li Erniu jumped up and ran over quickly.

The target has been brought back—a densely packed inner circle.

Old Hei spread his fingers and measured the inner circle; the lengths were almost identical. Wang Yanbing stood beside him, dumbfounded.

The new recruits were stunned, then erupted in cheers and applause.

The veterans also gave a thumbs up.

"That's impressive! A perfect 10 on your first shot! He Chenguang, you have the talent to be a sharpshooter."

He Chenguang could have proudly raised his chin in joy, but now, his mind was filled with the image of Feng Yuxiu.

All ten bullets were fired into a single hole.

Is this still human?

Old Hei paused for a moment, then seemed to understand. "It's alright. Sharpshooters are made by feeding them bullets. One day you'll become a sharpshooter of that level too."

He Chenguang then smiled and said, "Yes, class monitor, I will try my best!"

Wang Yanbing touched the gun barrel in his hand and lowered his head in disappointment.

From the moment he enlisted, he took He Chenguang very seriously.

The two fought several times, and each time they were evenly matched.

Wang Yanbing had initially thought that all matches were evenly matched, but He Chenguang's target made him realize that the gap had widened right there.

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Inside Commander Kang's office.

Gong Jian stood silently, his lips pursed.

Commander Kang kept his head down as he processed the documents on the table.

The two of them ended up in a stalemate.

Finally, Commander Kang couldn't bear the silence any longer and snapped the document shut.

He tossed the pen onto the document's cover, looked up, and leaned back in his chair. "Are you ever going to stop? I told you, I don't know!"

Gong Jian panicked, "Commander, you really have to take a look. Ten bullets went into the same hole! You know, there have been cases of people using double the bullets before, but he didn't aim and just fired instantly... This... This... Even the Wolf Fang Special Forces Brigade didn't have someone like this before."

Commander Kang's impatience finally turned into shock: "When did this happen?"

"The demonstration I gave to the new recruits this afternoon."

Commander Kang stood up, took a deep breath, and looked out the window at the willow trees.

"You ask him where he's from? That's a secret, I don't even know. Even if you did know where he's from, what good would it do?"

Gong Jian remained silent for a long time. "I... I want to know where this kind of person comes from. I thought I was a genius. But this Platoon Leader Xu said that he had seen a 24-year-old lieutenant colonel."

"Commander, this is the first time I've been hit like this. You know I'm proud."

"You can go out first, I'll ask around." Commander Kang waved his hand.

Gong Jian nodded and walked out, standing at the end of the corridor to wait.

Commander Kang picked up the phone, remained silent for a few seconds, and then dialed the military region's number.

"I am Kang Lei, the commander of the Iron Fist Regiment. Our regiment has seconded a platoon leader from another military region. Can you ask about his original unit?"

After a long pause, a voice answered him, "Colonel Conley, don't you know the secrecy rules? You've asked twice already, and I told you it's confidential!"

When the call was disconnected, Kang Lei was shocked.

Suddenly he remembered Fan Tianlei.

Fan Tianlei handed over the document.

He must know.

Is it reasonable for a regimental commander to not even know the platoon leader's file?
"Tianlei, it's me, Lao Kang... Brother, I need your help with something. Which military region does that platoon leader you recommended belong to?"

Fan Tianlei was silent.

Kang Lei paused for a moment, then flew into a rage. "I know the secrecy rules, it's all because of this platoon leader. Aren't we comrades? Didn't we come from the same trench? Because of this platoon leader, now even my best political instructor is doubting himself."

"Alright, he came from the special forces. That's all I can tell you. Now you just need to keep a close eye on those three soldiers."

After that, the phone was hung up.

Kang Lei gritted his teeth, "Fine, fine, you can forget about drinking my good wine anymore. We're done!"

(End of this chapter)