Genius!

Gong Jian looked through his binoculars at the blue flag that had already fallen. In less than a month, two recruits had used the Type 88 sniper rifle, with its effective range of 800 meters, to hit targets at 1,200 meters. What kind of talent was that?!

Before his thoughts had even settled, another gunshot suddenly rang out with a bang. It startled Gong Jian. His mind had wandered slightly, but he snapped back to his senses. When he clearly saw the scene through his binoculars, he was truly stunned this time.

The red flag at 1,400 meters fell as well! 1,400 meters! What did that mean?!

For the Type 88 sniper rifle, an effective range of 800 meters did not mean it could only shoot 800 meters and became useless beyond that. In fact, at 1,000 meters, the Type 88 could still penetrate a 3-millimeter A3 steel plate.

The meaning of effective range was that within that distance, the firearm's accuracy and the bullet's trajectory were at their best and most precise.

Beyond that distance, the bullet's trajectory became very difficult to track. That did not mean it was impossible to control beyond its effective range, but it required a shooter with terrifyingly extensive experience!

What did 1,400 meters mean? It was nearly double the effective range. For the Type 88, at that distance, the bullet spread was already enormous!

What kind of incredible shooting talent did that require?

In fact, the surroundings had already fallen silent. When Jiang Yan Hai lowered his rifle, everyone in Fourth Company was completely stunned. This was fucking terrifying!

Sharpshooter Fourth Company—its name alone showed that the soldiers in this company were the elite among elites, and it had more top-tier marksmen than any other company.

Precisely because they were all top-tier marksmen, they understood even better just how difficult it was for Jiang Yan Hai to accomplish this! Or rather, just how monstrously gifted he was!

Even more terrifying, he was fucking new! At that moment, all the veterans in Fourth Company felt as though they had been screwed over by a dog.

Having one He Chen Guang had been bad enough, but now another one had appeared. And they had heard there was another over in Sixth Company. Were recruits really going to be this insane? Did they intend to leave the veterans any way to survive?

"Wait, Jiang Yan Hai, how did you do that? I saw that you didn't even adjust the settings on your Sniper Scope?" If Gong Jian had a choice, he truly would not have wanted to ask He Chen Guang that question. Every time he asked it, he wanted to hit someone.

Still, he asked it anyway. The shock in his heart was truly too hard to hide. This guy was leaving no room for anyone else to live.

The gap was way too ridiculous, hey.

"It was very simple..." Hearing Gong Jian's question, Jiang Yan Hai instinctively blurted out those four words again. After saying them, even he could not help pausing. Wasn't that a little too arrogant?

Gong Jian: "..."

How was that simple? Still, he decided not to ask. Otherwise, this guy would only become even more arrogant.

Seeing the slightly resentful look in Gong Jian's eyes, Jiang Yan Hai choked for a moment before speaking.

"Uh... actually, I memorized the sniper data tables myself. None of this is really secret online. You just need to remember the corresponding mil values and so on for different distances, wind speeds, humidity levels, and temperatures. Then you take professional tools for measuring humidity, temperature, and wind speed into the field, test them out, and remember the feeling."

"Once all of it is imprinted in my mind, when I shoot, I can immediately match the relevant data to the parameters that can be applied. That way, although I still don't know how to adjust settings like the mil values on a Sniper Scope, it doesn't matter. I just need to leave enough margin."

"Next, I'm planning to find some tools to turn barrel rifling wear and bullet flight deviation into data. I'll also take the optical deflection of sniper scopes into account and form a systematic set of data. That way, in theory, as long as the target is within the bullet's lethal range, any stationary target can be hit accurately."

"As for moving targets, that is relatively simple too. As long as the other side's movement speed and other factors are calculated in, it should not be too difficult."

Jiang Yan Hai spoke seriously.

Gong Jian: "..."

Old Hei: "..."

He Chen Guang: "..."

The other soldiers of Fourth Company: "..."

Why was it that they understood every single word he said, but after he finished speaking... they understood none of it?

They all knew sniper tactics and sniper data tables. So why... did they suddenly no longer understand them?

Gong Jian was completely speechless. Was this the difference between a genius and an ordinary person? Why did everything he described sound like something no human could accomplish?

Yet he had done it right before their eyes. He was a living example. Other than admiring him, there was truly nothing else they could do.

Jiang Yan Hai had been telling the truth. It was also the main principle behind the Coffin Board Skill.

Moreover, Jiang Yan Hai was certain that he would display many more extraordinary abilities in the future. He needed to take this opportunity to show more of what made him different, so they could gradually accept it more easily.

Otherwise, if everything piled up at once, no one would be able to accept it.

Right now, he needed to establish a persona for himself: he was a genius! Geniuses were always different from ordinary people. Over time, they would stop caring—or rather, they would become numb to it.

"Fine. That is probably only your method. We probably can't learn it." Gong Jian wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

"Next, each squad will lead its men into shooting practice. Old Hei, Jiang Yan Hai will also be a sniper in your squad from now on!" Gong Jian simply announced loudly.

"Yes!" The squad leaders immediately answered loudly.

"Yes!" Old Hei answered decisively as well. Although He Chen Guang was already in his squad, no one ever complained about having too much talent.

The squads quickly spread out across the range to begin training. Gong Jian did not join them this time and merely watched from afar. Old Hei led Jiang Yan Hai and He Chen Guang aside, then said directly, "We'll begin training next. Jiang Yan Hai, your Sniper Rifle will be issued to you later."

"Yes! Reporting, may I apply to practice with the Type 95 rifle first? I want to fire more rounds for practice." Jiang Yan Hai paused before speaking.

"Fire more rounds for practice?" Old Hei froze for a moment.

"Yes, Squad Leader. I want to familiarize myself with and record the Type 95 rifle's bullet spread. I may need quite a lot of ammunition." Jiang Yan Hai told the truth.

Of course, his thinking was simple. Since he had this chance, he needed to seize some benefits and practice his marksmanship more. Even with an overpowered skill like Newton's Coffin Board, Jiang Yan Hai understood that practice made perfect, and good marksmen were trained by feeding them bullets.