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

Chapter 288: A draw?
"Commander, commander..."

A clerk burst into Conley's office.

Conley's face instantly turned grim as he stared at him. "Do you always think this place is like a free market?"

"I'm sorry, Commander, I was wrong." The clerk immediately stood up straight.

"Speak, what is it?" Kang Lei put down his brush and looked up to ask.

"Platoon Leader Xu from the Sixth Company has taken Wang Yanbing to the Fourth Company."

Kang Lei paused, then asked, "And then?"

The clerk became excited, "Commander, the bet between Gong Jian, the political instructor of the Fourth Company, and the platoon leader of the Sixth Company is about to be settled today."

Kang Lei suddenly stood up. "Let's go, let's go see. I want to see who is better in the hands of the two officers."

The clerk chuckled, "The training ground for the Fourth Company is already packed with people."

Kang Lei laughed and said, "It's time to give these kids a little push."

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"Platoon leader, is it really necessary to make such a big fuss?"

Looking at the veterans who made up half a regiment, even Wang Yanbing, who was fearless, felt a little intimidated.

Feng Yuxiu remained expressionless. "You're introverted?"

"How could that be? Even if I fail..."

"Snapped!"

Kang Lei arrived just in time to see Feng Yuxiu slap Wang Yanbing across the face.

His expression immediately darkened. "How can you educate soldiers in public? It's so hurtful to their self-esteem."

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Wang Yanbing's face suddenly turned red; he had been slapped in front of so many people.

His pride was shattered at that moment; if it were his usual temper, he would have already gone up and started a fight.

But in those two months, he learned about Feng Yuxiu's methods.

The intensity of that training was simply beyond human capability; several times he felt like he was going to die.

This is a devil.

He was truly unafraid of others' deaths, and his actions carried out had no consequences.

"He Chenguang, come out here!"

Wang Yanbing stood in the middle and shouted loudly.

The news had already swept through the Sharpshooter Fourth Company like a whirlwind.

Gong Jian rushed over with He Chenguang, his face looking extremely pale.

I thought this was a matter between four people, but now it's been brought out into the open.

Gong Jian was forced to the edge of a cliff.

He, an instructor, made a bet with a platoon leader. Whether it was shameful or not was another matter, but what if he lost?

Will he still be able to walk so loudly and proudly in the Iron Fist Gang in the future?
"He Chenguang, are you confident?" Gong Jian looked at He Chenguang with a serious expression.

He Chenguang laughed and said, "Instructor, talent is talent. I've been practicing with guns since I was a child, and Wang Yanbing has done the most..."

"Are you confident? How many bullets can you drive in?"

He Chenguang was taken aback. "Instructor, don't you know? I injected four more yesterday, and I've made a complete breakthrough."

Gong Jian took a deep breath. "Let's go. I believe you can win!"

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"Yanbing, you shouldn't have acted impulsively."

The two stood on the shooting range, and He Chenguang said regretfully.

Wang Yanbing sneered, "Stop talking nonsense, He Chenguang, do you always think you're superior? Don't look at me like that, I'm not a piece of trash either."

He Chenguang shook his head. "I have never looked down on you, so why would you say that about yourself?"

Wang Yanbing stared at He Chenguang, "I know you're proud and confident. He Chenguang, I morally blackmailed you before, but now I just want to have a fair match with you."

“You went easy on the last assessment. If you’re planning to go easy on the next one, I believe… you won’t be able to stay in this unit. Today, win or lose, as long as you do your best, no one will look down on the other.”

He Chenguang was silent for a moment before raising his head. "Okay, let's go."

He was exposed to firearms from a young age; his grandfather taught him how to use them.

There's even a firearm sequence in his family's genes.

It's impossible, and there's no way, that someone could lose to Wang Yanbing, this hoodlum from the city alleyways.

"Platoon Leader Xu, are you confident?" Gong Jian asked with a smile.

Feng Yuxiu stared at Gong Jian. "You're destined to lose. You know I never lie. So now, are you prepared to lose?"

Gong Jian's expression changed drastically. This man had a terrible temper, but he never lied.

"Impossible. He Chenguang is now better than the veterans of the Fourth Sharpshooter Company. There's no way he could lose to Wang Yanbing."

Feng Yuxiu stared quietly at Gong Jian.

Gong Jian suddenly turned around and stared at Wang Yanbing, "You really can create a miracle? I don't believe it!"

In the past two months, he has come to know He Chenguang's capabilities.

From initially firing two bullets, now it's four.

This is not as simple as one plus one equals two.

The talent and skill required to fire even a single bullet is astonishing.

"What are those two whispering about?" Kang Lei asked, glancing at Gong Jian, whose expression had changed.

The clerk standing nearby hesitated for a moment, then said, "Should I go and ask for you?"

"No need. I want to see just how much these two recruits can grow in just two months."

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"Are you ready?" Sergeant Lao Hei asked coldly.

"Alright!" Wang Yanbing raised his hand after inspecting the firearms.

"Class monitor, I'm all better now."

"Okay, the rules are simple. Each person has ten bullets, and everyone fires at the same time."

"Fire when you're ready."

After saying that, Lao Hei turned and walked to the back.

Wang Yanbing and He Chenguang lay on the ground and began to aim.

Bang bang bang!

Ten bullets were fired in quick succession.

Everyone craned their necks and stared expectantly.

Gong Jian, this top student, was inexplicably nervous at this moment.

He came to improve the operational conditions of the Chinese army, and he repeatedly explained his theoretical knowledge.

As the instructor of the 4th Sharpshooter Company, his theoretical knowledge should be superior to everyone else's.

Just as he said before, the four sharpshooters who raise pigs are all sharpshooters.

After the two finished shooting, Wang Yanbing remained in a daze for a long time. He slowly stood up, turned around, and stared at He Chenguang.

“He Chenguang, you lost. I can feel it. You lost.”

He Chenguang frowned. "Yanbing, it's only been a short time, how come you've become so impetuous? I didn't let you win this time, you can't win."

Wang Yanbing did not answer, but instead stared intently at the soldier reporting the target.

"Report the results." Sergeant Lao Hei stepped forward and picked up the walkie-talkie.

Gong Jian, standing behind him, held his breath and listened intently. The soldiers on the vast training ground fell completely silent.

Kang Lei even squeezed out of the crowd and stood at the very front.

"Report, target number one, total of one hundred rings."

"All done!" Gong Jian laughed.

He Chenguang scored 100 rings, which was a normal performance.

But when he turned his head, he saw Feng Yuxiu's indifferent expression.

Is it possible...

"Target number two, total of one hundred rings."

Gong Jian was stunned.

Kang Lei laughed out loud, "It's a draw, that's interesting. Two sharpshooters! We should have more of these competitions in the future. Every competition can train two sharpshooters for my Iron Fist Regiment."

"It's a draw," Gong Jian said with a smile.

Feng Yuxiu sneered, "Who said it was a draw?"

(End of this chapter)