Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 8: My marksmanship surpasses Zhang Taofang's and Pinghe's? Me?

"Zhang...Taofang?"

"Is that the sharpshooter I know?"

Wu Wanli stared wide-eyed at the soldier before him, and suddenly felt a surge of emotion.

"Gun God? Hahahaha..."

"Thank you for your encouragement, Comrade Wu Wanli. I will work hard to hone my marksmanship and defend my country!"

"Being a sharpshooter isn't important. Once the war is over, everyone will probably have forgotten about us."

Zhang Taofang was slightly taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

"Do not worry……"

"How could the heroes of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, those most beloved people, be forgotten?"

Looking at the spirited Zhang Taofang, Wu Wanli's eyes welled up with tears, and he murmured.

Peace was won by our ancestors through countless battles.

The prosperous era was built upon the blood and lives of countless heroes.

Wu Wanli will never forget, and his descendants will never forget either.

"Comrade Zhang Taofang, according to the latest instructions, you will be participating in the target practice training of the 9th Company, 3rd Battalion, 1st Regiment later!"

At this moment, a volunteer soldier walked up to Zhang Taofang and informed her.

"Okay! I'll be there right away!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Taofang excitedly agreed.

"The 3rd Battalion, 9th Company? Blowing up the Watergate Bridge!?"

Looking at Zhang Taofang's expectant face, Wu Wanli felt a pang in his heart.

"Comrade Wu Wanli, I no longer need to be a messenger!"

"I can go to the front lines and shine!"

"That's all for now, I'm going to the firing range for training. See you again sometime, Comrade Wu Wanli!"

After speaking with a radiant smile, Zhang Taofang turned and left.

"I will not allow such a tragic sacrifice at the Watergate Bridge to happen again, I will never!"

Wu Wanli watched Zhang Taofang's departing figure, clenching his fists and thinking to himself.

"Wanli!"

"Let's get ready, it's time for us to head to the firing range."

At this moment, Wu Qianli's voice came from behind.

"it is good!"

Wu Wanli wiped his eyes and hurriedly ran back to the Seventh Company's camp.

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The 7th Infiltration Company had just entered the training field when they saw a man being watched by more than a dozen soldiers.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With a bang like popping beans, bullets hurtled towards the circular target. After a puff of white smoke and sawdust dissipated, the bullseye, representing the ten-ring, was pierced.

"Well done!"

"Zhang Taofang, you're the best recruit in my Third Battalion!"

"Huh? Qianli, you guys finally came too!"

Tan Ziwei patted Zhang Taofang on the shoulder and praised her, then saw Wu Qianli and reached out to greet him.

"Old Tan, where did you snatch that sharpshooter from?"

Wu Qianli looked at Zhang Taofang, his eyes shining.

"Qianli, you don't need to look anymore. Your Seventh Company already has Pinghe, so don't be too greedy."

"This promising talent is for the Ninth Company!"

Tan Ziwei smiled slightly and spoke in advance.

"Yes, our comrade Pinghe is no less skilled than any sharpshooter!"

Mei Sheng patted Wu Qianli on the shoulder and praised him.

"Company commander, political instructor, since target practice is boring anyway, why don't we let Pinghe have a match with that sharpshooter?"

Yu Congrong brought Pinghe over and made the suggestion.

"You idiot, they might have already used up their training quota of bullets, what's the point of comparing?"

Lei Gong shook his head and laughed.

"We haven't used up our quota, but the ammunition we were given for this training exercise is a bit off; it's much more plentiful than before."

Tan Ziwei picked up a handful of gleaming yellow bullets and sighed.

"Perhaps, war is not far off..."

Wu Qianli looked at the bullet gleaming with golden light and said with a solemn expression.

"Indeed... the Ninth Army Corps was urgently dispatched to the Northeast to fight in the Korean War after only a short period of training."

"Judging from this, the Seventh Company will be leaving soon."

Upon hearing this, Wu Wanli muttered to himself.

"Ding--"

"System response successful. The host can make the following choices and receive corresponding rewards."

"Option 1: Praise Pinghe and let Pinghe and Zhang Taofang have a match in marksmanship!"

"Select reward: Gain rifle marksmanship proficiency (beginner)!"

"Option Two: Volunteer to participate in the marksmanship competition and defeat Zhang Taofang and Pinghe!"

"Choose the reward: Rifle Marksmanship Proficiency (Intermediate), Rifle Marksmanship (God-level) Experience Card."

When the cold system notification finished playing, Wu Wanli's eyes widened, almost thinking he had misheard.

"My marksmanship surpasses Zhang Taofang and Pinghe? Me?"

Wu Wanli pointed to himself, opened his mouth wide and whispered.

(End of this chapter)