"Wait a moment. Everyone else, begin practicing on your own," Old Hei said after a brief hesitation.
"Yes!" The others had already reached their respective firing positions. Upon hearing Old Hei's order, they immediately began training.
Although Sharpshooter Fourth Company was the spearhead company of the Iron Fist Regiment, ammunition for training was not unlimited.
Meanwhile, Old Hei jogged straight over to Gong Jian and reported Jiang Yan Hai's situation.
Although Old Hei was a Master Sergeant First Class, which was already extremely impressive, and enjoyed treatment at the regiment level—far better than Gong Jian's—he was still a soldier, so there were times when he still had to obey officers' orders.
But if they were really compared, Old Hei was far more formidable than Gong Jian. In the military, Master Sergeants First Class and Master Sergeants Major were no joke. Some of the generals and senior colonels in your military district might have once been soldiers trained by those very Master Sergeants First Class and Master Sergeants Major!
"You're saying he wants to practice with more ammunition?" Gong Jian looked at Old Hei in surprise, then glanced at Jiang Yan Hai in the distance, who was talking with He Chen Guang.
"Yes." Old Hei immediately nodded.
For a moment, Gong Jian did not know what to say. Don't think target practice was always thrilling—among the slackers in field units, many would avoid shooting practice whenever they could.
After all, firing too many rounds would leave their shoulders aching from recoil. That was inevitable. Veteran marksmen all had thick calluses on their shoulders!
And how did those calluses form? They were worn in through sheer hard work!
There was no need to mention Jiang Yan Hai's shooting talent, yet he was still this hardworking... Gong Jian gave a bitter smile. He had been planning to find a way to temper Jiang Yan Hai's sharp edge, but now... the guy was so diligent that Gong Jian did not even know what to say.
"Give it to him," Gong Jian said directly. "As long as he wants to shoot, give him however much ammunition he wants. I refuse to believe there's an army afraid of wasting bullets on a sharpshooter."
"Yes!" Old Hei immediately nodded.
Over here, Jiang Yan Hai was talking with He Chen Guang. "Old Jiang, how did you remember all that?" He Chen Guang asked helplessly.
"I just remembered it." Jiang Yan Hai was equally helpless. There really was no way to learn memory capacity.
For example, He Chen Guang's exceptional sniping talent was partly hereditary and partly due to his family environment. There was no need to mention who his grandfather was.
"Still, there isn't that much data overall. You don't need to memorize all the minor details; just remember the important parts. Most snipers have spotters, but it can still come in handy to remember things yourself," Jiang Yan Hai said with a smile.
"Got it. Old Jiang, if you have any other techniques in the future, you have to teach me," He Chen Guang said with a chuckle.
"No problem. Don't worry." Jiang Yan Hai shrugged.
As they spoke, Old Hei walked over and said directly to Jiang Yan Hai, "Jiang Yan Hai, the instructor approved your request. I've already had someone bring the ammunition over."
"Thank you, Squad Leader!" Jiang Yan Hai was immediately overjoyed. Being able to use ammunition freely was not a privilege just anyone could have. The main reason Jiang Yan Hai had made this request was to become more familiar with his passive skill.
From firing the sniper rifle just now, Jiang Yan Hai had already noticed that the more he used this passive skill, the faster his shooting became, and the faster its reaction speed became. As its reaction speed increased, it felt as though it could merge into Jiang Yan Hai's instincts.
The instant Jiang Yan Hai wanted to fire, it could tell him exactly where to shoot.
Jiang Yan Hai's goal was to turn it completely into his own instinct. Ideally, he wanted to train until, even with the skill turned off, he could still hit whatever he aimed at as though it were active.
But when several soldiers carried over two crates, Jiang Yan Hai still stared with his mouth agape. No way... they could do this?
Everyone else was firing at targets with just a few magazines each, yet Jiang Yan Hai had been given three crates of 5.8mm ammunition?! Not three magazines—three crates!
Jiang Yan Hai subconsciously glanced at Gong Jian in the distance. Gong Jian smiled and gave him a thumbs-up.
Jiang Yan Hai: "..."
No, Instructor, this was retaliation, wasn't it?
"The ammunition's here, but if you want to practice shooting, you'll have to load the magazines yourself." Old Hei smiled as well, a rare sight.
"Yes, Squad Leader!" Jiang Yan Hai immediately answered. He took his three Type 95 rifle magazines and began loading them.
Old Hei and the others did not waste words. They simply watched from the side.
It had to be said that the Special Forces Experience Card had given Jiang Yan Hai plenty of experience. For instance, he had been slightly unfamiliar with loading magazines at first, but he quickly became exceptionally proficient.
He opened the ammunition crate and took out a bundle of rounds wrapped in paper. Every ten rounds were held together by a black stripper clip. He fitted the ten rounds into the magazine and gave them a push, loading all ten rounds into it at once.
In fact, many people called the thing attached to a firearm a clip, but strictly speaking, it should be called a magazine.
The black strip that came from the factory holding the rounds together was what could actually be called a clip. There were many kinds of clips, all developed to secure ammunition, transport it, and load it quickly.
Old Hei watched from the side. When he saw Jiang Yan Hai tap the magazine against the crate a few times after loading it, he could not help nodding. Details!
Details determined success or failure. Jiang Yan Hai and the others had done magazine loading before, but remembering to tap the magazine after each load was something only veterans would remember. Many recruits would forget.
But Jiang Yan Hai was far too practiced. Honestly, Old Hei could not find a single fault to pick. Such a recruit was certainly outstanding, but sometimes squad leaders like them felt rather dejected too—there was no sense of purpose at all.
Jiang Yan Hai quickly loaded all three magazines and immediately prepared to begin shooting practice.
"Wait. There are more magazines in the crate underneath," Old Hei said.
"Ah... thank you, Squad Leader." Jiang Yan Hai froze for a moment, then happily lifted off the upper crate made of special engineering plastic and opened the ammunition crate below.
Sure enough, that crate contained only magazines and no ammunition. There were seven magazines inside. Together with his original three, that made ten magazines.
"Thank you, Squad Leader." Jiang Yan Hai simply snapped to attention and saluted again before quickly taking out all the magazines, because they were already loaded.
After fitting in a magazine, Jiang Yan Hai immediately went to his firing position. They were currently shooting at 100-meter human-shaped targets. Rather than lying prone like the other soldiers, Jiang Yan Hai crouched down and began firing.
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