Film and Television: Starting with Crazy Racing, We Become Stronger Through Hilarious Antics

When they were almost at the base, Yuan Lang started to torment everyone, telling them to get out of the car when they were five kilometers away from the base and sprint back to camp at full speed!

Therefore, when they arrived at the dormitory building, all the team members could only stand crookedly, and he gave a speech in front of the dormitory building.

After Yuan Lang disbanded, the team members walked towards the dormitory somewhat numbly. Tuo Yonggang was obviously very dissatisfied, and he had been grumbling all the way upstairs.

Zhang Hui didn't want to argue with him. He just wanted to go back to his dorm to change clothes and wash up. He needed to hurry up and apply the medicine. His neck was in excruciating pain, like being tortured, as the sweat dripped down his neck.

When they finally arrived at the door, they didn't see them go in. Tuo Yonggang thought about all the recent setbacks, leaned against the wall and sat down on the ground, so sad that he was about to cry.

"27, alright! Stop crying and go inside. Is the floor more comfortable than a bed?" Zhang Hui couldn't stand his whining, even though he knew the other person was putting on an act.

"39, is your stomach not hurting anymore? You didn't rest after throwing up and just kept running around. Aren't you afraid your stomach will cramp up again? Come into the room and drink some warm water to calm down." After saying that, he gestured for Wu Zhe to go in and rest.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Qi Huan's familiar booming voice rang out, "Listen up, everyone, whether you're inside or not! Tomorrow, live-fire shooting; the score will be included in your final grade!"

Tuo Yonggang finally snapped out of his daze, looked up at the group, and asked, "What? Live-fire exercises tomorrow?"

After asking the question, he scrambled to his feet and exclaimed, "Am I hallucinating? I'm not hallucinating. They're not training Wang Junxia in the military anymore?" This dry humor amused Wu Zhe.

Wu Zhe clearly felt this was not a good thing, and complained, "I think their bullets are about to be used up, and they need us to help them spend some money." As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and went back to his dormitory.

Tuo Yonggang grabbed Xu Sanduo and Zhang Hui, arrogantly declaring, "Alright, tomorrow, I'll show them with bullets that there's more than one Old A in the army!"

I don't mind his antics; I'll teach him a lesson tomorrow. He really wants to show Old A what he's got—what a silly kid!

After Xu Sanduo finished washing up and returned to the dormitory, he heard Tuo Yonggang sitting in a chair boasting, "I'm an all-rounder with firearms. I can get near-perfect scores with eleven different guns. What about you guys?"

While hanging up the towel, Xu Sanduo answered softly, "We, we don't have eleven types of guns."

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Wu Zhe clearly didn't want Tuo Yonggang to affect Xu Sanduo's mindset. "Don't be scared by him, just focus on firing your gun."

Zhang Hui was too lazy to pay attention to this guy who was making promises. He looked at the medicine he was mixing with water, which was almost ready, and called Xu Sanduo over.

"42, come over here and I'll put some medicine on you." Zhang Hui, who had already taken out the medicine, was just waiting for Xu Sanduo. When he came over and bent down, Zhang Hui applied it to him.

"Be careful later, the effect won't be good if you rub it off!" After instructing him, she asked the other two, "39, 27, do you two want to give it a try?"

Anyway, there's still a lot of medicine, so there's no need to waste it. It's just that the disposable paper cup is full of a dark, mushy mess, which looks really unappetizing.

"Is this even useful? Is it some kind of junk?" Tuo Yonggang clearly looked down on it.

"It works! Our squad leader used this medicine when he injured his hand before, and when I injured my hand too!" Xu Sanduo retorted directly. Although he had never had much of his own opinion, he didn't want to hear Tuo Yonggang question Zhang Hui's words.

"Hey~ hey~ this is a personal treasure. If it weren't for the fact that we're comrades in the same dormitory, I wouldn't have bought it for you even if you paid me!" After saying that, he handed the remaining medicine to Xu Sanduo and asked him to help him apply it.

They act like, "Use it or not, it's up to you."

"41, thank you!" Zhang Hui's actions gave Wu Zhe some confidence, and with Xu Sanduo's words, he also agreed to apply the medicine to relieve the symptoms.

Although Tuo Yonggang still had some doubts, since the other three in the dormitory had all applied the ointment, he certainly wouldn't be left out.

[The plot has changed due to the host's actions; 4 unallocated points will be awarded as a reward!]

With his reward in hand, Zhang Hui happily tidied the table. Seeing his relaxed demeanor, Wu Zhe asked curiously, "Are you that confident?"

"Yes, I'm very confident." Zhang Hui said his true feelings directly, and went to bed to rest without waiting for Wu Zhe's reaction.

"Tch~" Tuo Yonggang was clearly skeptical, but he didn't say anything.

Early the next morning.

Before dawn, the trainees went downstairs to assemble, and only after being taken to the shooting range could they feel a faint light.

Zhang Hui stared at the target in front of him, estimating the approximate distance, just in case he was ready to activate his night vision skill.

"Captain, Special Training Brigade, all trainees, proceed to the shooting range, line up, and await instructions!"

"Shooters have forty seconds to prepare!"

"yes!"

Qi Huan stepped forward and issued the order: "Fire all the bullets in the magazine within one minute! First row, ready! Begin!"

As soon as the order was given, Zhang Hui activated his night vision and quickly ran to the firing position. Upon arrival, he found a disassembled Type 95 rifle, and without a word, he began to assemble it.

But Wu Zhe, standing nearby, was clearly bewildered. Upon seeing this, he immediately swore, "Holy crap, it's been decomposed?"

After assembling the gun, Zhang Hui didn't fire it immediately. He knew the sights were just for show; he wanted to hold it and get a feel for it first.

Then Yuan Lang's shout rang out from behind, "What are you all waiting for? Shoot! The target has been hit twice already, two points deducted from everyone!"

"Rat-a-tat~" After two bullets were fired, Zhang Hui knew without even looking that they had missed the target. The solidified "superpower" of his Eagle Eye attribute was now showing its power. He slightly adjusted the muzzle of his gun and fired without hesitation.

"Da da~ da da da~" The next five shots all hit the target, and even the scores of the last three shots were not low. Only then did Zhang Hui let loose and begin to shoot continuously.

Meanwhile, the others also finished assembling their weapons. The gunfire would start and stop intermittently, and they all clearly noticed the problem with the sights and began to calibrate them.

Just after Zhang Hui finished firing all his bullets, he stood up and looked to the side, especially at Tuo Yonggang, who had boasted about yesterday. Tuo Yonggang was flustered and looked quite disheveled. Looking at his target, he realized that he had only hit the bullseye once, and it was obvious that he had just guessed.

Then, after about ten seconds, Qi Huan shouted from behind, "Stop!"

Upon hearing the command, everyone immediately put down their weapons and stood at attention.

"Report to the captain: Target number one, three shots hit; target number two, two shots; target number three, one shot; target number four, twenty-eight shots; target number five, one shot; target number six, three shots; target number seven, three shots; target number eight, three shots; target number nine, two shots. Over." The results were then reported over the walkie-talkie.

Upon hearing the target reporter's report, Yuan Lang's face immediately fell.

"Nine men, forty-three shots, and only one man hit the target with twenty-eight shots. This firing range has never seen such a poor result! Never!"

Turning to Qi Huan, Yuan Lang said, "Deduct five points from everyone!"

Yuan Lang walked up behind Zhang Hui with an ambiguous expression. Seeing that Zhang Hui did not protest the deduction of points, he spoke in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft.

"Number 41, aren't you going to ask me why I deducted points from your score?"

"Report? No need!" Zhang Hui thought to himself, "Do you think I don't know what you're up to, you old fox? You scumbag who's trying to set me up with a sting operation. If I fall for your tricks, I'll be fooled every single day, and every single one of them will be different!"

"Great! Number 41, keep it up!" Yuan Lang felt like he had encountered a turtle, with no way to bite it, but no worries, there was more fun to come!

Wu Zheren was numb, while Tuo Yonggang's expression was as if he had seen a ghost. He really didn't expect that what 41 said yesterday was true, and that he was truly confident.

When physical training falls short, there are excuses to be made, but when it comes to the long-awaited shooting training, one is made to look like a clown in comparison.

He couldn't believe he was in this situation, and eventually he lost even the desire to speak.

[The plot has changed due to the host's actions; 13 unallocated points will be awarded as a reward!]

After returning to his unit upon receiving the command, the reward was handed to him. It seems that this shooting performance significantly altered the course of events.

That's good. From now on, there won't be any more plot points where he needs to stand out. He just needs to focus on training and achieve his goals.