The Shence Guard's training progressed rapidly. Once the organizational structure had been formally assigned, weapons instruction began that very day. On the second day, they were taken to the Target Range in turns for live-fire exercises, allowing the recruits to experience the firearm-firing process firsthand, learn the key points of shooting, and feel the recoil produced when firing, so they could get a feel for it.
In the rear mountains north of Hanyang City, the sound of gunfire rolled on all day without pause, like firecrackers set off one after another during a modern New Year celebration. Platoon after platoon took turns practicing. On the first day alone, each person fired a hundred rifle rounds, letting them indulge to their hearts' content.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang----
Another string of gunshots rang out. The soldiers of the final platoon had completed a round of five shots, and under their instructor's command, they began reloading their ammunition.
They pulled back the bolt, inserted the clip into the opening above the Magazine, and pressed down hard with their thumbs. All five bullets were forced in. Then they pushed the bolt forward to chamber a round, and everyone once again aimed ahead.
"Everyone, take the prone position. Two-hundred-meter human-shaped targets. Hits to the abdomen are passing, hits to the chest are good, and hits to the head are full marks. Five rounds, free fire. Begin firing."
At the instructor's command, another burst of bang-bang gunfire rang out from the Target Range. After this round ended, a recruit suddenly raised a question with the instructor.
"Reporting."
"Speak."
"Instructor, didn't you say earlier that we needed to adjust the rear sight before aiming and firing? Why didn't I hit the target after adjusting mine a little?" a puzzled recruit asked.
"You damned fool, who