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

Chapter 287 Six bullets entered one bullet hole

"Platoon leader, I've been having night sweats lately. I often can't sleep at night, and I can't even get up for... anything. How can I be like this at such a young age?"

In the platoon leader's dormitory, Wang Yanbing knocked on the door and walked in with a worried expression.

Feng Yuxiu said with a stern face, "What? As the platoon leader, am I supposed to be responsible for your health?"

"It's not the platoon leader, I just feel something's not right. Could it be related to the acupuncture you gave me..."

Wang Yanbing panicked; he hadn't felt his second brother's glory for half a month.

Moreover, he often experiences night sweats, and his whole body is soaked in sweat.

His sniping skills and concentration have increased exponentially, but his body is getting weak.

It's not the kind of weakness that prevents you from running; as a man, Wang Yanbing understands that feeling.

He's never even held a girl's hand, how can this be?

Feng Yuxiu sighed.

Wang Yanbing's lips trembled. "Platoon leader, don't sigh. What's wrong with me?"

Feng Yuxiu stood up and looked out the window. "Wang Yanbing, do you know the price of the strong?"

"What do you mean, platoon leader?" Wang Yanbing held his breath.

"You might have some kidney problems. I'm giving you a traditional Chinese medicine treatment that can significantly improve your focus and concentration on the gun."

"As you know, the more effective the medicine you take to the hospital, the longer its instruction manual is, and the more severe its side effects are."

Wang Yanbing felt weak all over, staggered against the wall, and asked in a trembling voice with pale lips, "Platoon leader, what are my side effects?"

Feng Yuxiu turned to look at Wang Yanbing, "Kidney deficiency, night sweats. But once you can completely drive six bullets into the same hole, our treatment will end."

"So you have to train like crazy, otherwise the longer you delay, the greater the side effects will be, and in the end... you might become impotent."

boom!
Wang Yanbing bumped into a flowerpot on the table in fear, and his whole body trembled.

"I estimate that you'll become impotent in about a month, so you must do it within a month!"

"Platoon leader, I... I won't practice anymore, okay? I really... I've never even held a girl's hand... I'm the only son in my family... this... this..."

Feng Yuxiu suddenly stepped forward, looking down at the terrified Wang Yanbing, "I said from the beginning that if you dare to quit, I would break your legs. I mean what I say. I'll sign a contract for you to be discharged as a disabled soldier."

Wang Yanbing gritted his teeth, then looked up at Feng Yuxiu pleadingly, "Platoon leader, are you sure I'll be alright for the next month?"

Feng Yuxiu patted Wang Yanbing on the shoulder, "Young man, you need to have a brave heart. I guarantee you'll be fine in a month. Of course, if you can't finish, we can extend the time; there are still two months left. But by then..."

"Got it! Platoon leader, I got it! I'll go train right away!"

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Cai Xiaoxin stood at the window, staring at Wang Yanbing, who was holding a gun on the training ground, with a puzzled look on her face.

"Squad leader, what's wrong with Wang Yanbing? He's been practicing shooting like crazy lately. I told him to take a break yesterday, but you didn't see the look in his eyes... It was terrifying, like I was trying to hurt him."

Squad Leader Huang wiped the table and looked up. "Isn't this normal? Back in recruit training, he was already competing with He Chenguang from the Fourth Company. Now He Chenguang has joined the Fourth Company, and he's come to the Sixth Company. Young people all have a competitive spirit."

Cai Xiaoxin shook her head. "Not necessarily. This kid isn't that simple. His eyes are strange, like he'll be shot if he doesn't complete his training mission. He's a bit crazy."

Squad Leader Huang straightened up, threw the rag on the table, and angrily scolded, "If you used this energy for gossiping on training, how could you be at the bottom of the third squad?"

midnight.'

Cai cautiously stood outside the corridor, secretly watching the training field.

A figure was training frantically, and he started doing abdominal pull-ups.

"My goodness, this kid is really risking his life, isn't he afraid of dying suddenly? What on earth triggered this?"

Wang Yanbing was sweating profusely during physical training, his eyes as pure as those of a newborn baby.

There's only one thing: training, relentless, grueling training.

One month is up; the countdown has begun.

If he doesn't finish, he'll be sealed away and forced to have acupuncture, which will cause him to become impotent.

As a man, who wouldn't be afraid of this?
In the middle of the night, Feng Yuxiu stood in a secluded spot on the training field.

"Come on, let's do the acupuncture."

Wang Yanbing gave an awkward smile. "Platoon leader, I feel like we're getting a lot of attention lately. Can we stop the injections for now?"

Feng Yuxiu stared at him coldly, "How many bullets can you drive in now?"

“Three…three…” Wang Yanbing answered, his voice trembling.

Feng Yuxiu grabbed Wang Yanbing, his voice frantic, "You have to get the injections!!! You have to get all three!!!"

Wang Yanbing writhed in fear, "Platoon leader, please don't do this! Platoon leader, I'm scared!! Platoon leader... I'm really healed!!"

Several needles were accurately inserted into Wang Yanbing's acupoints, and he immediately became quiet.

Feng Yuxiu squatted down and stared at the sweat on Wang Yanbing's forehead.

“You still don’t work hard enough. When I was training myself, I only slept three or four hours a day and spent the rest of the time training without sleep.”

"How did I get to where I am today? It's all thanks to my own relentless hard work!"

"Wang Yanbing, you have to work harder!!"

Hearing that devilish whisper, Wang Yanbing was almost scared to death.

"Platoon leader, I'll try my best, I'll risk my life."

Wang Yanbing quickly got up and started training.

"You'll be impotent in twenty days, Wang Yanbing."

After saying this, Feng Yuxiu turned and walked towards his dormitory.

It was midnight, and his damned, inexplicable internal energy began to circulate.

I'm going to bleed again tonight.

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"Training, training!!"

Wang Yanbing raised his gun and aimed at the mosquitoes on the streetlights in the distance.

His arm no longer trembled as before, but instead resembled an extremely precise machine.

He also wants to find a wife and have a son for his grandmother to see.

Before my grandmother passed away, she hoped that he could have a complete family.

Instead of suffering the same fate as his father, who was separated from his wife and children.

This was his grandmother's biggest wish.

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In the early hours of the morning, Feng Yuxiu opened his eyes and stood up.

There was a pool of blood at his feet; it was from when his capillaries ruptured last night.

But this time, he felt that something was off.

There seemed to be a switch brewing within him, faintly visible.

Every time he felt the switch, a surge of rage would wash over him.

Madness, insanity, slaughter, hysterical mania.

This extreme negative emotion made him tremble all over, and he wanted to tear everything in front of him to shreds.

"Won't this thing turn me into a serial killer?... Could it be that the carnage I committed in my past life, which I took pleasure in, was because this thing was just beginning to show its signs?"

This thought silenced Feng Yuxiu.

He feels very confused right now, and he really can't tell whether it's his own killing instincts or this thing that caused his extreme personality.

After taking a shower in the bathroom, Feng Yuxiu's inner turmoil gradually subsided.

—— ——

"Report!" He Chenguang, dressed in general camouflage and with a belt around his waist, arrived at the company gate.

"Come in," came Gong Jian's voice from inside the room.

He Chenguang pushed open the door and entered: "Instructor, you wanted to see me?"

Gong Jian put down the materials in his hand: "Yes. I'm very curious. It's rare for a new recruit like you to have such achievements."

"What I did was insignificant, instructor," He Chenguang said modestly.

"You're already outstanding. Even in the Fourth Company, which is full of top-notch marksmen, your shooting skills are among the best, not to mention your physical attributes and agility—I wasn't wrong, you've been hiding your skills. You're quite skilled."

He Chenguang remained silent.

Gong Jian picked up the file folder: "I pulled up your materials, and I was shocked when I saw them—you're the Asian Youth Championship freestyle fighting champion?"

“Instructor, that’s all in the past,” He Chenguang said.

"Is he a child of a military family?" Gong Jian asked.

"Yes."

"Your grandfather was a senior commander in our military region, but your father's section is blank. I'm not usually a busybody, but as the political instructor, I do need to understand each soldier's family situation and mindset. Could you tell me about your father?"

He Chenguang remained silent.

Gong Jian patted his shoulder lightly: "If your father works in a classified unit, you should tell me too. I am a soldier, a Party member, and the Party branch secretary of the Sharpshooter Fourth Company, your direct superior—trust me, I won't leak any secrets."

“The instructor… he’s gone.” He Chenguang choked up.

Gong Jian was stunned. He Chenguang's eyes were brimming with tears, and he tried hard not to let them fall.

Can you tell me what happened?

"—He sacrificed himself."

"At the front lines?"

"No, the war had already ended by then. He was serving in the Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade of the military region and died in action."

"Is it a military operation?"

"Yes, instructor. But I don't know exactly what operation it was; I only know that he sacrificed his life."

How old were you then?

"Eight years old."

"Where is your mother?" Gong Jian asked He Chenguang, his face grave.

"He died in a car accident before this."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Gong Jian said, feeling somewhat guilty.

“It’s nothing, Instructor. This is something you should know. I don’t want to tell anyone else, and I believe you can understand.” He Chenguang raised his head, his face resolute.

“I understand. You are a good soldier, and I believe your parents will be proud.”

"Thank you, instructor."

"I've looked at your grandfather's file; it seems you've inherited his skills. Was your father also a sniper?"

"Yes."

"Now you're a sniper too."

“…Thank you, instructor.” He Chenguang looked at Gong Jian with a firm gaze.

“No need to thank me, you earned this through your own hard work. I suddenly remembered something, do you know Fan Tianlei, the current chief sniper instructor of the Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade?” Gong Jian asked.

"I know him. He was my father's comrade-in-arms, codenamed Golden Eagle."

"Did he send you here?"

"I didn't know. I was assigned to the Iron Fist Regiment as soon as I joined the army." He Chenguang was a little surprised.

"I guessed right." Gong Jian smiled wryly.

"You know him, instructor?" He Chenguang asked.

"I was selected by him to join the Wolf Fang Special Forces Brigade, and I was also his student. Later, I went to study in a foreign military, where I also studied sniper tactics."

Gong Jian suddenly froze.

He Chenguang, Wang Yanbing, and Li Erniu were the three candidates for the special forces.

So what about Platoon Leader Xu? What is he doing here?

To replace the special operations brigade in training these three promising young men?
"Alright, go ahead, He Chenguang, do your best. You have a competition with Wang Yanbing in a month, are you confident?"

He Chenguang suddenly fell silent.

Gong Jian was displeased and roared, "He Chenguang, do you have confidence?"

“Instructor, it was the platoon leader who trained Wang Yanbing.” He Chenguang raised his head, his face full of resentment.

Gong Jian was stunned for a moment, then looked up and said, "It's alright. My military theories are not to be underestimated either. Your talent combined with my theories would have been enough to take you to the next level. You were already more talented than Wang Yanbing."

"It will take him a long time to catch up with you. Besides, sharpshooters are born with talent; later training can't match natural talent. He Chenguang, are you confident?"

He Chenguang suddenly raised his head, "Reporting, Instructor, there is one!"

"Good lad, go on!"

Gong Jian remained silent as he watched He Chenguang's retreating figure.

Ten bullets were fired into the same hole.

Does he have confidence? Obviously not.

But he still believed in He Chenguang, his grandfather, his father, a family of snipers.

These superior genes are enough to allow He Chenguang to transcend so-called hard work.

He was a born sharpshooter.

Even if that Platoon Leader Xu has extraordinary talent, it's impossible to cross class ranks in just a few months.

In the end, He Chenguang was the winner!
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"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"

Wang Yanbing put down his gun in disbelief and stared at the target in the distance.

Immediately, his whole body trembled, and tears streamed down his face.

She knelt on the ground, wailing, and looked up at the sky. "I finally did it! Grandma, did you see that? Our family line won't end here!!"

God knows how desperate he was during that month.

Every time I wanted to give up, I would be terrified by Feng Yuxiu's gaze and have nightmares all night.

Driven by the lingering effects, Wang Yanbing nearly broke down.

Now, the hard times are finally over and the good times are here.

All six bullets landed in one bullet hole.

"Oh, congratulations then," Feng Yuxiu praised expressionlessly.

Wang Yanbing stood ramrod straight. "Platoon leader, I only realized how amazing you are after I fired six bullets. I could never have done it with seven bullets. That's not as difficult as one plus one equals two."

Feng Yuxiu stared at Wang Yanbing, "That's the difficulty of one plus one equals two."

Wang Yanbing gave a wry smile. "Platoon leader, your sniping skills have surpassed traditional concepts."

Feng Yuxiu gazed into the distance, "Time is running out."

"What did you say?" Wang Yanbing asked again.

Feng Yuxiu turned around and patted Wang Yanbing, "Then come with me to the Fourth Company and let's test Gong Jian's teaching ability."

"Yes, Platoon Commander!"

(End of this chapter)