Starting from the deputy company commander of the Soldier Assault Team

Seeing that no bottles had taken off, Gan Xiaoning shouted to his comrades at the location where they had thrown the bottles, "Are there any more bottles?"

"No more, not a single one left. My hands are almost broken," came the helpless voice of his comrade. Gan Xiaoning gave Cheng Cai a deep look, turned around and left, while Ma Xiaoshuai and the others remained where they were.

The men all wore expressions of displeasure. They represented the Division Reconnaissance Battalion, and being completely outmatched by small, scattered individuals like themselves, so naturally they couldn't be happy.

Even though Wu Liuyi, the intern, hit some targets and earned some face for the Detective Battalion, he was not truly one of their own.

Zhang Anbang and Gao Cheng both went on to achieve success from two different directions.

Gao Cheng's expression was very calm, neither happy nor unhappy. He said in a flat tone, "You won again."

Company Commander Li Xiao immediately transformed into an excellent straight man, shouting loudly, "Wow, he really is a sharpshooter!"

Cheng Cai kept his head down, showing no joy at winning; instead, his expression was one of fear.

While cracking sunflower seeds, Zhang Anbang looked Cheng Cai up and down and said, "Hmm, not bad. The former Gun King is still the Gun King after all. You haven't neglected anything in these two years here."

Cheng Cai's lips twitched slightly, and his voice was rather heavy, "I, I'm not some kind of gun king."

Gao Cheng looked at Cheng Cai, who had his head down, and walked in front of him with his hands behind his back. "Cheng Cai, you have to follow your own heart. You have to get used to being called that, just like Xu Sanduo used to be called a fool."

Cheng Cai lowered his head even further, his voice low but solemn, "Deputy Battalion Commander, he's not stupid either."

Gao Cheng turned his head away without saying a word.

Cheng Cai didn't wait. He turned around, took the magazine, and walked over to a sergeant in the division's reconnaissance battalion. "I just fired twenty-two rounds. Eight rounds remain."

(In movies and TV shows, bullets are handled rather carelessly. Brothers, don't do that when you're in the army, it's easy to get into trouble.)

That's right, out of thirty-six beer bottles, Cheng Cai hit twenty-two, while Wu Liuyi hit fourteen. In terms of pure marksmanship, Cheng Cai is still outstanding.

Even though Wu Liuyi went through the same training and was equally excellent, he was still a step behind Cheng Cai, mainly in marksmanship.

The first-term sergeant of the reconnaissance battalion was a little surprised when he saw the magazine that Cheng Cai handed over. It was a magazine that the deputy battalion commander had specially approved for Cheng Cai's use. Also, no one had urged Cheng Cai to come and return the magazine. In addition, he admired Cheng Cai's marksmanship.

Looking at Cheng Cai's raised hand, the first-term sergeant hesitated for a moment before speaking, "You don't need to return this, right?"

Cheng Cai remained calm. "Our Class 5 is not qualified to receive live ammunition. Keeping it is against the rules."

Gao Cheng didn't turn around. "Keep it safe. He has his principles."

Upon hearing Takagi's voice, the first-term sergeant took the magazine back.

Just as Cheng Cai returned the magazine, Gao Cheng's voice rang out again, "Cheng Cai, come here."

He turned around, picked up his unique Type 81 pistol, and walked to Gao Cheng's side.

Gao Cheng's expression remained unchanged. He reached out and took the Type 81 rifle from Cheng Cai's hand, weighing it in his hand as he spoke, "I asked you earlier, saying this rifle looks like it's broken, you said it's been broken, what do you mean by that?"

Cheng Cai forced a smile. "Deputy Battalion Commander, you know, and Deputy Section Chief Zhang and Squad Leader Wu also know."

"I know?" Gao Cheng turned to look at Cheng Cai. "I don't know much about it, and what can Zhang Anbang and Wu Liuyi do even if they know? I don't want to hear what they have to say."

Zhang Anbang was leaning against the side eating sunflower seeds when he heard his name mentioned twice. He quickly said, "I know, I just didn't want to say it. Liu Yi, what about you?"

"Ah," Wu Liuyi didn't expect the topic to suddenly turn to him, "Well, Deputy Battalion Commander, I can't say."

Gao Cheng glanced at the two of them and spoke without any mercy, "Neither of you want to talk, or can talk, so I will. Some people get broken bones, but they can just put on a plaster and be back to normal."

"Old A went with two others, but you came back looking rather dejected after only a few months. What happened?"

In the past, Cheng Cai might have loudly retorted or tried to appease him with a smile, but now he simply said calmly, "If a person wants to live, they have to get back up."

As Gao Cheng walked forward, twirling the Type 81 pike in his hand, he chuckled and said, "Your climb was quite something; it wiped out my entire division's reconnaissance battalion."

Cheng Cai didn't say anything, he just followed silently, as did Ma Xiaoshuai, Gan Xiaoning and the others.

Gao Cheng handed the Type 81 rifle back to Cheng Cai, saying as he walked, "I asked you about this gun. Why did you stick this cheap, low-quality gun on it?"

It makes sniping neither like sniping nor assaulting.

Cheng Cai stroked the scope on the Bayi rifle and said casually, "It was a gift from a friend. It's not easy for them to offer to give it to me."

Hearing this explanation, Gao Cheng continued, "It was a gift from a friend. Why does your stupid friend always do such stupid things? Doesn't he know that the Type 81 rifle can't have a scope attached? He still gave you this cheap stuff from a street vendor to tie on."

Cheng Cai smiled, raised the Type 81 bar in his hand, and said, "After serving in the army for so many years, I have only made this one friend, my only good friend. He values ​​what I value."

He knew there were no sniper rifles in the place I came from, so he gave me one, so I would have something to look forward to.

Gao Cheng laughed, hands on his hips. "A funny person is prone to doing funny things."

Cheng Cai composed himself and said solemnly, "Deputy Battalion Commander, please don't say that. He's not a ridiculous person, and what he did wasn't ridiculous either."

Gao Cheng turned to look at Cheng Cai, "It's not funny. I know your friend too. He's the laughingstock of the entire Steel Seventh Company, isn't he, Gan Xiaoning?"

"Here," Gan Xiaoning, who was eating sunflower seeds with Zhang Anbang, immediately responded. Just as she was about to reply, Shi Jin pulled her aside, and she immediately changed her words, "Deputy Battalion Commander, um, I didn't hear you clearly just now."

What laughingstock? The earliest laughingstock of the Steel Seventh Company, San Duo, he really was back then, but now, I haven't seen him in ages, I don't know.

Gao Cheng shook his head speechlessly.

Cheng Cai spoke up solemnly, "Deputy Battalion Commander, he is not a laughing stock. If he is a laughing stock, then many people are laughing stocks, and I am even less than him."

Actually, when you think about it, I'm the laughingstock of the Seventh Steel Company. The deputy battalion commander, a soldier, poor, really poor. Besides the team, comrades, and perseverance, maybe in the end there's nothing left. But if…

Gao Cheng crossed his arms and looked at Cheng Cai with great interest. "If, if what? Tell me."

"If," Cheng Cai's voice was low, but he spoke with even greater solemnity, "if a person serves in the military only once in their life and can understand those six words, 'Never abandon, never give up...'"