CHAPTER 329: CHAPTER 189: SHOCK

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, emitting a searing heat. Sweat slid down from foreheads and brows, turning into a prickling pain when it entered the eyes. Many couldn’t help but twist and turn in an attempt to alleviate the sensation of being scorched, with some girls letting out whimpers of tears.

"When exactly are we supposed to stare at this until? If we keep this up, I feel like my eyes will go blind before finding it!"

"Exactly, I was so excited to finally get to handle a gun when I came here, who knew I’d be suffering like this? Not only do my eyes hurt, but my head does too. If this continues, I’ll definitely have a cerebral hemorrhage!"

"And I might end up with a stroke! But well, it’s excusable for local universities to train this way. We are, after all, a key military academy. How can they be so stingy? A sharpshooter is made with bullets, not by staring at targets."

"This damned target, looking at it gives me a headache. The bullseye has grown from the size of a dime to that of a dollar coin."

"Wait until it looks as big as a watermelon, then you can shoot!"

"By then, it’ll probably be next year!"

"..."

Whispers of discussion and complaints rose and fell among the trainees.

Ye Xuan raised the megaphone: "I know everyone is suffering right now, but I want to tell you that in our future training, there will be countless times when it will be a hundred or even a thousand times harder than this. If you can’t endure this bit of hardship, how do you expect to become a good soldier?

Even if you are going to be in a non-combat role, regular training is a must. Staring at the target is to familiarize, adapt, and feel it, to reduce the number of missed shots when firing.

I believe that becoming a sharpshooter is the dream of most trainees. What you are doing now is the first step towards that. Persevere, persevere, and persevere!"

"Report!"

"Step out!"

A male trainee stood up and walked up to face Ye Xuan: "Reporting to the chief instructor, the feeling from staring won’t be as good as the feeling from shooting!"

"Who told you that? Also, do bullets fall from the sky?"

Laughter murmured among the trainees.

"Report!"

"Step out!"

A female trainee stepped forward: "Instructor, I’d like to answer the question my colleague just asked."

"Speak!"

The female trainee shouted loudly: "I was on the sports school shooting team. I had to focus on the target for several hours every day. Only with long-term focus on the bullseye can that feeling be ingrained in your heart. The final gun skill relies not on sight but on feeling. Answer concluded!"

"Are you bragging?" Hang Menglin came over.

The female trainee saluted: "Report to the instructor, no!"

Ye Xuan glared displeasedly at Hang Menglin: "Coach Hang, I am the chief instructor!"

"I know you’re the chief instructor, but as a soldier, showing off is the least desirable trait. I’m an instructor and when I see it, I naturally have to speak up!"

Ye Xuan couldn’t be bothered to look at her, shouting to the two trainees: "Back in line!"

"Yes!"

"All trainees, stand up! Each class’s instructor, lead your trainees to the shooting points."

Instructors responded in unison: "Yes!"

"Are you avoiding my question?" Hang Menglin followed Ye Xuan discontentedly: "That female student clearly stepped out to get your attention. As the chief instructor, you should pay attention to the impact it has."

"Are you suggesting I should wear a steel helmet and face mask while training?"

Hang Menglin said sarcastically: "Are you showing off because you think you’re handsome?"

"If you must think that way, I don’t want to deny it. Coach Hang, our competition hasn’t started yet, and you’re not my deputy at the moment. Please don’t follow me!"

Hang Menglin hooked the corners of her lips into a smile: "After military training, I will be in charge of their training tasks. Now, I want to see the performance of the trainees from each class. That’s fine, right?"

"Whatever you want, just don’t follow me."

Hang Menglin appeared triumphant: "That’s not very likely. They are practising by class formation; do you expect me to stand at the target’s position to observe?"

Ye Xuan frowned and sped up towards the training positions. There’s no reasoning with this woman. As clever as he was, he even couldn’t quite understand why this woman was targeting him. Of course, he wouldn’t be so narcissistic as to think she was interested in him!

The instructors saw Hang Menglin following closely behind Ye Xuan and twitched their mouths. How did their boss get targeted by the female Yama?

"Are you ready?"

"Yes!"

Ye Xuan nodded: "Begin!"

Class instructors led their trainees to lay down at the shooting positions, reiterated the shooting essentials once again, and each guard soldier took their place. The instructors raised their hands and shouted: "Begin!"

With ten bullets per student for the first round, after the sound of gunfire, the voices calling the targets could be heard: "Target No. 1, 46 rings; Target No. 2, 52 rings; Target No.3, missed..."