He Chenguang's grandfather, He Baoguo, was a big shot who had grown up during the war. What he said naturally made sense.
He Chenguang spoke softly, but Blackie's ears were sharp, so he heard what he said clearly.
Old Hei stopped behind He Chenguang and frowned.
"He Chenguang, what were you mumbling about?”
He Chenguang stood up and saluted Old Hei.
"Sir, I just said that even if you train hard, you might not become a real sharpshooter. To become a true sharpshooter, one had to have innate talent.”
He Chenguang didn't hide anything and directly repeated the original words.
Old Hei frowned even more.
"He Chenguang, do you think you have the talent to be a sharpshooter?”
He Chenguang nodded without hesitation.
"Yes, Instructor."
He Chenguang was extremely confident in his shooting skills. Even his grandfather, He Baoguo, said that He Chenguang was born to be a sniper.
In addition, He Chenguang was proud, so he spoke very directly.
Old Hei heard He Chenguang's words and was surprised. To be honest, he didn't expect He Chenguang to be so direct.
This batch of new recruits was really not easy to lead, they actually cheated.
Old Hei said to He Chenguang.
"As the old saying goes, whether it's a mule or a horse, pull it out and walk it. Since you're so confident, let me see you.”
He Chenguang was direct, and so was Old Hei. Since you said you have talent, then show me what you got.
When He Chenguang heard Old Hei's words, his dark eyes lit up. Since Old Hei had said so much, He Chenguang couldn't hold back his temper.
He decided to show Old Hei what he had. Otherwise, Blackie would really think he was bragging.
He Chenguang pointed at the target and said.
"Then, Instructor, please move the target a hundred meters back. A distance of 100 meters was the normal shooting range. Even if I did well, I couldn't say anything. Therefore, I'm going to hit a distance of two hundred meters.”
In normal recruit shooting training, the shooting range of pistols was 20 to 50 meters, while the shooting range of automatic rifles was 100 meters.
Old Hei thought to himself.
What an arrogant He Chenguang. Since that's the case, I'll do as you say. Let's see how capable you are.
Thinking of this, Blackie instructed a recruit.
"Go and move He Chenguang's target back by 100 meters.”
The recruit saluted Old Hei and replied.
"Yes."
Then, the recruit turned around and went to follow Old Hei's orders to set up He Chenguang's target.
Five minutes later, the recruit ran back to Old Hei and saluted.
"Sir, the targets have been set up according to your orders.”
Old Hei looked at He Chenguang and said.
"He Chenguang, let's begin."
He Chenguang didn't say a word. He pursed his lips and lay on the ground. He picked up the automatic rifle with both hands and prepared to shoot.
Qin Yi, who was sitting on a stool not far away, could not help but shake his head and sigh when he saw this scene.
"Old Hei, why do you always like to send your face in front of others to be slapped?”
The reason why Qin Yi sighed was because he could tell from He Chenguang's shooting movements and expression that He Chenguang was a shooting expert.
Although Qin Yi could tell that He Chenguang was good at shooting, he didn't tell Old Hei.
The reason was simple. Since Old Hei liked to be slapped in the face, he would let He Chenguang do it.
At this time, many recruits and instructors looked at He Chenguang with curiosity.
At this moment, they really wanted to know if He Chenguang was bragging or if he really had the ability.
Facing everyone's gaze, He Chenguang acted as if he did not exist. Instead, he quietly lay on the ground and focused his spiritual energy.
In an instant, He Chenguang's eyes lit up. He pulled the trigger, and a tongue of flame appeared from the muzzle of the automatic rifle, shooting towards the target 200 meters away.
To everyone's surprise, after He Chenguang fired the first shot, he did not stop at all. He fired ten shots in a row.
After ten shots, He Chenguang put down his rifle and stood up.
Instructor, I'm done."
Old Hei's eyes became serious. Old Hei saw from He Chenguang's shooting that he was very decisive and didn't hesitate at all. It was obvious that he was an expert in guns.
Old Hei was an old scout of the Iron Fist Regiment's most elite Sharpshooter Company, so he had some insight.
He Chenguang said that he had talent in shooting. It was probably not groundless.
Old Hei muttered to himself.
At this moment, a Warrior came to Old Hei's side and saluted.
"Reporting, He Chenguang's target practice results are all ten rings.”
As the soldier's voice fell, many recruits clapped and said in unison.
"Alright."
Blackie was embarrassed. No matter how Old Hei thought about it, he didn't expect He Chenguang's shooting skills to be so awesome. He wasn't inferior to the Sharpshooter Company's four Scouts.
Old Hei coughed and said.
"He Chenguang, your shooting skills are very good.”
Even though He Chenguang had slapped him in the face, Old Hei was still fine after Qin Yi slapped him a few days ago.
Facing the cheers of the recruits and Old Hei's encouragement, He Chenguang's eyes showed a touch of pride.
This was how it was in the army. If you had strength, you would win the respect of others. If you didn't have any strength, no one would care even if you said something.
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