Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 10 Divine Spear
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"Company Commander, even if Comrade Wu Wanli is talented, isn't this putting too much pressure on him?"

"Instead of allowing you to aim beforehand, you're being asked to raise your gun and fire immediately?"

Mei Sheng sighed and offered some advice.

"That's right. Back when he was a green recruit, Yu Congrong missed every shot."

Deputy Company Commander He Changgui spoke in a Sichuan accent.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you bringing up my past again? The others weren't much better either!"

Yu Congrong, his past misdeeds exposed again, couldn't help but protest, his face slightly flushed.

"Whether he can do it or not is his own choice. You don't need to take care of him just because he's my brother."

"This is target practice now. If Wanli were on the battlefield and faced a difficult mission, would the enemy lower their standards for him?"

Wu Qianli shook his head and asked in return.

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent and could only turn their attention to the three people sparring in the middle.

"First shot, fifty-meter target!"

"1, 2, 3, release!"

At Tan Ziwei's command, Wu Wanlipinghe and Zhang Taofang simultaneously raised their guns and fired.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With a burst of gunfire like popping beans, sawdust flew everywhere from the target not far away, and white smoke billowed out.

"Putting aside the accuracy, at least Wanli dared to fire without the slightest hesitation."

"It's a good seedling."

Lei Gong observed silently and spoke slowly.

"God of Thunder, you've gone too far. Anyone can quickly confuse someone."

"Let's see how many targets we get. If we miss..."

Yu Congrong coughed lightly and muttered to himself.

Not far away, a target recorder ran back.

"Zhang Taofang, ten rings!"

"Pinghe, ten rings!"

As soon as the target recorder finished speaking, cheers erupted from both the Seventh and Ninth Companies.

"Pinghe truly lives up to his reputation as the sharpshooter of our Seventh Company; every time he raises his gun, he hits a bullseye!"

Xuan Qiang, a soldier from the Seventh Company, gave a thumbs-up in praise.

"Zhang Taofang is a good soldier, and he's still a new recruit. His future potential is limitless."

Wu Qianli sighed slightly, somewhat regretting that he hadn't snatched it earlier and given it to Jiu Lian.

Where is Comrade Wu Wanli?

Looking at the cheering crowd, Mei Sheng couldn't help but ask.

"Wu Wanli..."

"It's a ten-ring!"

As soon as the target reporter spoke, the crowd that had been cheering fell silent, their eyes widening as they stared at Wu Wanli, who was calmly wiping his gun.

Zhang Taofang was indeed a new recruit, but he wasn't entirely inexperienced either.

He joined the children's corps to fight against the Japanese when he was young, and later joined the army as a communications officer. However, he received more training than Wu Wanli.

"Company Commander, did you and the old company commander teach him some real skills every time you went back?"

Yu Congrong was stunned for a long time before slowly asking.

"We do have them, but we don't have any live ammunition, so how can we feed them?"

Wu Qianli, who had just recovered from the surprise, spoke up.

"Perhaps, this is talent."

"There are many geniuses in the army, and I never expected Comrade Wu Wanli to be one of them!"

Looking at Wu Wanli's retreating figure, Mei Sheng couldn't help but praise him.

"100 meters, three targets, three shots in a row!"

"put!"

Seeing that the three had adjusted themselves, Tan Ziwei immediately raised his right hand and swung it down hard, shouting.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"..."

Upon hearing the order, Pinghe raised his gun, aimed for only half a second each time, and then pulled the trigger.

Zhang Taofang's aiming time seemed even shorter. After firing one shot, ignoring the slight numbness in her arm, she fired another shot directly at another target.

Wu Wanli hardly needed to aim; a feeling guided him to fire.

After firing two shots, he held his breath again, pulled back the bolt to eject the golden bullet casings, and fired another shot.

"That's fast!"

"Lei Gong, did those three really aim?"

Yu Congrong gasped and turned to ask.

You need to understand, this isn't like playing CrossFire by clicking the mouse.

The moment the muzzle flashes, the tingling sensation in the hand, the wisps of white smoke from the muzzle, and the impact of recoil all affect a sniper's accuracy.

Wu Wanli and his two companions almost completely ignored this impact, and even used the impact to find the feeling for their next shot!

"Yeah, even faster than you guessing blindly!" "I just don't know which one has better accuracy."

Lei Gong smiled slightly and said sarcastically.

"I don't compare myself to Pinghe and the others; they're just blessed with natural talent."

Having suffered many insults, Yu Congrong's skin thickened, and he laughed.

At that moment, the target reporter ran over, his face still showing a hint of shock.

Pinghe...

"Ten rings! Ten rings! Ten rings!"

"Zhang Taofang..."

"Ten rings! Ten rings! Ten rings!"

As soon as the target announcer's voice came out, everyone gasped.

This time, however, no one spoke out in advance. Everyone was more concerned about Wu Wanli's performance as a complete new recruit.

"Wu Wanli..."

"And all of them are ten rings!"

The target reporter announced loudly.

"That's great, Qianli! The Wu family has three outstanding members in the army!"

Tan Ziwei smiled slightly and praised Wu Qianli.

"To fight for one's country is the greatest honor."

Wu Qianli was also somewhat proud at this moment, and smiled as he looked at Wu Wanli's back.

Central of the firing range
"Comrade Pinghe, Comrade Wu Wanli, I like opponents like you!"

Zhang Taofang took a deep breath and said, suppressing her excitement.

"Wanli, you've been hiding your true abilities."

Pinghe, recalling the scene of Wu Wanli asking for advice in the carriage, feigned anger.

"I only have a rudimentary understanding of marksmanship, just a rudimentary understanding."

Wu Wanli smiled slightly and said modestly.

"Are you all ready?"

Tan Ziwei's voice came through, and the three of them instantly regained their seriousness, gripping their guns tightly.

"Next, six targets at 200 meters!"

Tan Zi smiled smugly and shouted loudly.

"Wow, it's already two hundred meters?"

"Can you even see this clearly?"

Yu Congrong swallowed hard, unable to believe it.

It should be noted that soldiers normally shoot at targets at a range of about 100 meters. If they can fire 6 out of 10 shots without missing the target, they are already considered qualified, let alone at 200 meters.

"In the Battle of Huaihai, the machine gunner who was killed by a single shot in Pinghe was only 200 meters away, and it was at night."

He Changgui recalled for a moment, then spoke in a Sichuan accent.

"Yes, there have been times, but with six targets and the scoring, it's much more difficult."

"Let's see how they perform."

Wu Qianli shook his head and said.

"Just aim slowly. This time, we don't need to be fast; we need to be accurate!"

After Tan Ziwei saw that the targets in the distance had been set up, he turned around and spoke to the three of them.

"boom!"

No sooner had Tan Ziwei finished speaking than Zhang Taofang fired a shot.

"No, I meant I could aim slowly."

Tan Ziwei added, with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

"boom!"

At that moment, Pinghe also fired a shot without making a sound.

"Wanli, don't learn this..."

"boom!"

This time, Tan Ziwei didn't even have time to finish a complete sentence before Wu Wanli's gun was already flashing.

Tanzi, her face full of black lines, said: "..."

"Hahahaha... That's got personality!"

Upon seeing this scene, Wu Qianli couldn't help but laugh.

"Three silly kids, getting into a competition!"

Lei Gong also looked up with great interest and sighed.

Before long, the intermittent gunfire ceased.

After recording the data, the target reporter did not run back immediately. Instead, he stood in surprise among the targets, repeatedly confirming the information.

"Three divine spears!"

After confirming the target's location several times, the target reporter couldn't help but sigh.

(End of this chapter)