Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 9 God-level Gun Skill Reward is now active!
"Never mind, we're about to go to Korea to fight."

"Let's take a gamble on our combat strength so that we can play a greater role later!"

"I choose option two!"

Wu Wanli hesitated for a few seconds before finally making his decision.

"When to fight is a matter for the commander to decide."

"All we need to do is be prepared!"

Mei Sheng said.

"Yeah! We're not afraid to fight anytime, but we can hone our marksmanship first."

"Pinghe, what's your opinion on sparring?"

Wu Qianli smiled slightly and changed the subject.

"no problem."

Pinghe nodded slightly and said succinctly.

"Alright, then Pinghe and Zhang Taofang will come..."

Tan Ziwei glanced at the two of them, just about to make an announcement.

"and many more!"

"Zhang Taofang and I are both new recruits, let me join too!"

Wu Wanli coughed lightly and mustered his courage to speak.

Silence, a silence so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone present looked at Wu Wanli, seemingly reluctant to criticize him.

"elder brother!"

"Let me give it a try. It's just a friendly competition between brother units, so we can just watch and have fun regardless of who wins or loses."

Seeing this, Wu Wanli gently nudged Wu Qianli with his right shoulder and pleaded.

"You've only been handling guns for a few days, do you even know how to shoot?"

Wu Qianli smiled and patted Wu Wanli on the shoulder, then asked in a low voice.

"Yes, Pinghe taught me on the train and even praised me for my talent."

"Besides, I've fired homemade guns at the village hunters before, so don't worry, bro."

Wu Wanli said firmly.

"is it?"

Wu Qianli glanced at Pinghe and asked.

"Yes."

Pinghe thought for a moment and nodded.

Wu Wanli's performance was nothing like that of a first-time soldier; he seemed exceptionally gifted.

"Alright, perk up, don't embarrass yourself!"

"At least don't miss the target." Wu Qianli first agreed loudly, then whispered a reminder.

"Row!"

Wu Wanli agreed with a hint of excitement, then picked up a rifle and loaded it.

"That brat is even braver than his two older brothers."

Looking at Wu Wanli's excited face, Lei Gong couldn't help but laugh.

"Soldiers like this are the ones who will amount to something."

Tan Ziwei smiled with considerable appreciation.

"Comrade Wu Wanli, it's you!"

Zhang Taofang's eyes lit up when she saw a familiar face beside her.

"Yes, I'd like to have a go at it too."

Wu Wanli said frankly.

"Alright! I won't let you get away with this! Hahahaha..."

Zhang Taofang smiled.

"The one who scores the most points with eleven bullets wins!"

"Whoever wins will be the top marksman in our Third Battalion, and this 'Water Bead' rifle will belong to them!"

Tan Ziwei thought for a moment, then picked up a Mosin-Nagant golf club and said.

"Wow! What a great gun!"

"Pinghe! Fight hard and take it!"

Yu Congrong's eyes lit up when he saw Mosin-Nagant, and he quickly offered encouragement.

"Zhang Taofang! Win the Water Stream Pearls! Go for it!"

On the other side, the members of the Ninth Company also encouraged Zhang Taofang.

"No, then... what about me?"

"No! Respect is earned through strength!"

"If I'm always treated like a greenhorn, no one will listen to my advice when I go to Korea!"

“We must win!”

Wu Wanli lowered his head slightly in disappointment, but then raised it again with determination, thinking to himself.

"Ding----"

"A selection has been detected from the host!"

"The Gun Skill Proficiency (God-level) trial card has been activated!"

"Permanent marksmanship proficiency (intermediate) will be awarded upon victory in a marksmanship sparring match!"

At that moment, the cold system notification sounded perfectly in Wu Wanli's mind.

(End of this chapter)