Soldiers Assault: Starting from the 7th Steel Company

Chapter 177 Guiding He Chenguang

At eight o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining brightly and the temperature was moderate at the firing range of the 702nd Regiment.

Chen Jiang stood in front of the firing position, looking at the three spirited privates in front of him: "What event do you want to compete in?"

Without hesitation, He Chenguang said, "Reporting to the battalion commander, let's start with the 100-meter kneeling shooting competition!"

"Oh?" Chen Jiang raised an eyebrow. "Kneeling shooting is a bit difficult."

Wang Yanbing interjected, "Report! I also want to compete in this!"

Li Erniu scratched his head: "Me too."

Chen Jiang smiled and said, "Alright, let's start with 100 meters. Ten bullets each, the scores will be added together to determine the winner."

He Chenguang asked, "What if we split it equally?"

Chen Jiang shrugged noncommittally, "If we split it evenly, I'll admit defeat."

He turned to the safety officer and instructed him: "Go and prepare three Type 95 rifles and one Type 81 rifle. They must be calibrated and in good condition."

Soon, four calibrated rifles were sent to their firing positions.

Chen Jiang picked up the Type 81 rifle and skillfully checked its condition with fluid movements.

He Chenguang's eyes lit up: "Battalion Commander, this gun of yours."

"What?" Chen Jiang asked without looking up.

"Why don't you use the Type 95?" He Chenguang asked, puzzled. The Type 81 rifle has been replaced, and many companies no longer use it.

Chen Jiang didn't respond, but simply said, "What determines the outcome of a war is people, not just weapons."

The four men knelt at their firing positions, making final adjustments. Once the safety officer gave the order to fire, they began to fire.

"Bang bang bang!"

Gunshots rang out one after another.

Chen Jiang wrapped the strap of the Type 81 rifle around his arm for support, then, after aiming at his target, began to slowly and steadily pull the trigger. The interval between each shot was extremely short, and the rhythm was frighteningly stable.

After firing ten shots, he switched off the safety, put the gun back in its place, stood up, and began to observe the other three.
He Chenguang's shooting was very steady, and his breathing rhythm was excellent. Chen Jiang could tell that he was a sharpshooter who had been trained by bullets.

Wang Yanbing's shooting was a bit rough, but he was extremely talented. He used very light force with his fingers when firing, and each shot was more stable than the last.

Li Erniu's shooting skills are mediocre. You can tell he comes from a farming family and doesn't have many opportunities to handle a gun, so he's bound to be at a disadvantage in shooting.

After the three finished shooting,
The target reporter's voice came through the walkie-talkie:
"Target No. 1, 95 rings!"

"Target No. 2, 92 rings!"

"Target No. 3, 83 rings!"

"99 rings on target 4!"

There was an uproar at the scene.

He Chenguang suddenly turned to look at Chen Jiang: "Battalion Commander, you..."

Chen Jiang smiled and said, "You played well. You are all very talented."

Target number 4 was his, and the only 9-ring was one he deliberately missed. Now his system has evolved to over 100 meters. At that distance, shooting is practically right in front of you, how could you possibly miss?

However, considering that getting all the rings would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble, I thought about it and decided against it.

Do you understand the importance of keeping a low profile?
However, this 99 rings still left the soldiers of the Seventh Company watching at the firing range speechless.

In particular, Company Commander Jiang's performance was the first time he had ever seen someone achieve such a result using the August 1st Bar in a kneeling position. He knew that he himself would be far inferior to them.

Wang Yanbing said defiantly, "Report! I want to have another long-range target competition!"

His eyesight is exceptional; both eyes are almost perfectly normal without glasses.

Chen Jiang glanced at him: "Okay. But..."

He smiled and said, "This time, let's have a sniper rifle competition, 400 meters prone."

He Chenguang's eyes lit up immediately: "This is great!"

"What? You don't dare?" Chen Jiang looked at the other two with a half-smile.

"We dare!" Wang Yanbing and Li Erniu said in unison.

The second round of competition begins.

Li Erniu went first. He had never touched an 88-type sniper rifle before, and the target was very far away, so he shot very poorly, which drew sighs from the audience.

The second one is Wang Yanbing. His skill level is obviously much higher. Although his first few shots were a bit clumsy, he got into rhythm in the later shots.

However, Chen Jiang could sense that his grades were probably not very good either.

The third to appear was He Chenguang. Compared to Wang Yanbing and Li Erniu, he was much more experienced. He grabbed a handful of soil, let it fall naturally, and then observed its direction.

Chen Jiang knew that this was to determine wind speed and direction.

400 meters is not a short distance, and many factors need to be considered, so it is definitely different from conventional shooting.

Sure enough, Wang Yanbing was somewhat annoyed, realizing that he hadn't measured the wind speed and direction, which was why he hadn't shot well.

But at this moment, He Chenguang had already started firing. His marksmanship had indeed reached a very high level in the army. He fired all ten bullets very smoothly, which drew cheers from his comrades.

Next up was Chen Jiang, who made a surprising appearance. After a simple adjustment, he didn't measure the wind speed or direction, and didn't even use a scope; he shot entirely with his naked eye.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

After ten bullets, He Chenguang's eyes widened in disbelief.

He considered himself a skilled marksman. His grandfather had taken him to the shooting range since he was a child, and he had been taught by various experts, so his marksmanship was definitely outstanding.

But he had never seen Chen Jiang play like this before.

400 meters, direct sunlight?
At 400 meters, the target is practically invisible!
how did you do that?
Did we miss the target?

In fact, Jiang Fahui and others had the same mentality. They all felt that Chen Jiang was too arrogant. But it's normal for someone to miss the target at 400 meters. How could a normal person possibly hit at that distance?
A moment later, the target reporter's voice rang out again:
"Target No. 1, 42 rings!"

"Target No. 2, 75 rings!"

"Target No. 3, 93 rings!"

"84 rings on target 4!"

He Chenguang was stunned into silence.

You think using the scope yourself is only slightly better than someone not using it? Nobody would believe that!

"Two shots should have been seven rings, but the distance was indeed a bit far. The skill level is still not good enough." Chen Jiang said casually, but he was secretly pleased. This kind of life with cheat codes is really awesome.

Although his perception range was only slightly over 100 meters, the system upgrade greatly improved his eyesight, making a distance of 400 meters roughly equivalent to 200 meters. Therefore, relying on his exceptional eyesight and excellent marksmanship, Chen Jiang achieved an unbelievable score. Crucially, his words left everyone else speechless with shock.

Is the skill level still not high enough?

Listen, is this still human talk?
Although Li Erniu had never fired a sniper rifle before, he could still sense that his battalion commander was incredibly awesome.

"Battalion Commander, is your marksmanship some kind of genetic mutation? Otherwise, how could you be so amazing?"

Erniu's words caused the whole room to burst into laughter, but Chen Jiang's expression changed. This silly boy's words actually made some sense.

Chen Jiang said calmly, "Marksmanship is not about brute force; it's about understanding the principle of man and gun becoming one. When you reach that state, the gun is you, and you are the gun; the bullet is just an extended arm of yours."

Chen Jiang probably never dreamed that his casual remark would eventually become the ultimate goal pursued by all snipers in China.

He walked up to Li Erniu and said, "You mainly haven't fired enough shots. Once you've used more bullets, you'll develop a feel for the gun. Also, you lack experience in long-range shooting."

"Wang Yanbing, you are the same, but your eyesight is your gift, don't let it go to waste."

"He Chenguang, you've received similar training, haven't you? I can tell you're a good prospect, but gun feel is something that requires hard work. There are no other tricks. To paraphrase an old saying: there's nothing to it but practice makes perfect."

"Thank you, Battalion Commander!" He Chenguang said sincerely.

He was truly impressed. He never imagined that the deputy battalion commander transferred from outside would be so amazing. He secretly resolved to catch up and strive to become a super soldier like the deputy battalion commander as soon as possible.

A day later, as Chen Jiang was instructing new recruits on tactical maneuvers at the Ninth Company's training ground, he heard hurried footsteps approaching from afar. He looked up and saw He Chenguang leading Wang Yanbing and Li Erniu, walking briskly towards him.

All three wore meaningful smiles, especially He Chenguang, whose bright eyes gleamed with a cunning light.

"Is something wrong?"

"Report, the three of us have come to ask you how you achieve the so-called unity of man and gun," He Chenguang asked with a shameless grin.

"Company Commander Ma, get me a few guns!" Chen Jiang knew that shooting was meaningless without guns; it was better to teach in person.

Upon hearing that the battalion commander was going to demonstrate personally, Ma Xiaoshuai immediately shouted to the entire company, "Everyone, assemble and observe!"

The soldiers of the Ninth Company quickly gathered around, forming a semicircle in the center of the training ground.

Wang Yanbing and Li Erniu squeezed into the front row, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Ma Xiaoshuai also took the opportunity to tell everyone how brave and invincible his old squad leader was back then. When it came to shooting, he said he was second to none!

This commanded the utmost respect from all the soldiers of the Ninth Company, including Wang Yanbing and Li Erniu.

Yesterday, He Chenguang took some time to call his grandfather and ask if he knew anyone named Chen Jiang, wanting to find out who this person was and why he was so strong.

His grandfather, unusually, laughed out loud on the phone, saying, "This is the person I specifically requested to be placed in your battalion. He might be the only one in the entire army who can keep you in check, and someone you can't surpass in the short term!"

Grandpa also emphasized to him, "Learn from him well, and you'll benefit from it for the rest of your life!"

If Chen Jiang had been there, he would have recognized that He Chenguang's grandfather was the same Z-level officer who had attended the military region conference that day—a figure whose status was even more prominent than Gao Cheng's father.

Therefore, on the training field, He Chenguang was the second person besides Ma Xiaoshuai who knew how capable Chen Jiang was. He was very respectful to Chen Jiang and humbly sought his advice.

Chen Jiang was indeed generous in sharing his knowledge, personally instructing Li Erniu and Wang Yanbing on his experience.

When he was teaching Li Erniu, he took out a gun, held it level, and then had Ma Xiaoshuai hang a water bottle filled with water on the muzzle of the gun.

After the water bottle was hung up, the gun barrel noticeably sank a bit.

But Chen Jiang's arm remained motionless, as if it were welded to mid-air.

“You have enough strength, but your power distribution is not balanced.” His voice was steady, and even his breathing was not disordered. “This training will improve your arm endurance and allow you to better control the recoil.”

The soldiers watching gasped in amazement.

Li Erniu couldn't resist raising his gun to try it out, but he started shaking after less than thirty seconds, which made everyone burst into laughter.

Five minutes later, Chen Jiang began teaching Wang Yanbing.
This time, he took out several bright yellow bullet casings and, in full view of everyone, managed to stack three of them steadily at the muzzle of the gun.

"You should practice lying down, kneeling, and standing positions."

As he spoke, he effortlessly switched between three positions, yet the stacked bullet casings remained completely still.

This incredible performance drew thunderous applause, leaving Ma Xiaoshuai speechless with amazement.

Ma Xiaoshuai knew Chen Jiang was awesome, but he never expected him to be even more powerful now than before.

When it was He Chenguang's turn, Chen Jiang did not teach him any shooting postures. Instead, he patiently commented, "He Chenguang, your shooting level is already very high. I believe you know all the methods I mentioned earlier, and you can do them very well."

Although He Chenguang did not answer, his expression told Chen Jiang that this was indeed the case.

He had already mastered many of the training methods for excellent marksmen before he even joined the army.

This is one of the great benefits of having a good grandfather.

Therefore, he wasn't very interested in what Chen Jiang had taught Wang Yanbing and the others; if Chen Jiang could do it, he could too.

Seeing his expression, Chen Jiang called over the quartermaster, "Go, get a pound of rice, and then get a few small embroidery needles!"

This left the company's quartermaster completely baffled. What did the battalion commander want rice for? And what was the embroidery needle for?

But since the battalion commander wanted it, he had no choice but to obey. Before long, all the items were gathered.

All the soldiers looked at each other, wondering what Chen Jiang was up to.

Even a veteran like Ma Xiaoshuai couldn't guess Chen Jiang's intentions.

Chen Jiang smiled, picked up the embroidery needle with his right hand, pinched a grain of rice between his left and right hands, steadied his breathing, and decisively pierced the rice through the needle, eliciting a gasp of surprise.

This skill looks very complicated, but it is actually not simple at all.

After all, rice grains are too small; if the embroidery needle doesn't pass right through the center, the grains will break.

But Chen Jiang passed through them one by one, very steadily.

In no time, he had already put on a whole string of threads.

"Come on, you give it a try!"

Chen Jiang smiled and handed the things to He Chenguang.

"Battalion Commander, what does this have to do with shooting?" He Chenguang couldn't understand.

"Haha, you want to learn shooting? Your biggest weakness is that you lack composure. If you can do what I just did, I'll teach you real sniping skills!"

"really?"

"really!"

A sly glint flashed in Chen Jiang's eyes: "Remember, what a sniper needs most is—" He tapped his temple, "composure here."

He Chenguang took the needle and thread and confidently began to try.

To his surprise, the needle tip crushed the rice grains to dust the moment it touched them. Unconvinced, he tried a few more times, only to find rice crumbs scattered all over the ground, causing the soldiers of the Ninth Company to burst into laughter.

Wang Yanbing and others were also eager to try, but they all failed because of this seemingly simple "trick".

(End of this chapter)