At a shooting range inside the new recruit registration center, a Defense Force soldier handed a single-shot rifle to a short Ratling:
"This is a single-shot rifle. I just demonstrated how to use it. As long as you hit five or more out of the ten moving targets six hundred meters away, you will earn the chance to join the army."
The Ratling took the single-shot rifle handed to him, aimed at the distant moving targets, and said confidently:
"Watch closely. With my skills, I can hit the target with every shot."
Seeing his confidence, the Defense Force soldier said directly, "Begin."
The distant moving targets quickly began to move, at exactly the speed of a normal person running. Even without AI assistance, it was difficult for a Defense Force soldier to hit every target using only his naked eye.
The Ratling raised the single-shot rifle with a steady gaze. He stared intently at the distant moving targets, then swiftly worked the bolt and fired without hesitation. The entire sequence flowed as smoothly as water, so fast that no one could even tell he had aimed.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Amid a series of crisp gunshots, ten bullets shot from the muzzle like lightning, repeatedly striking the moving targets with precision.
When the Ratling stopped, the Defense Force soldier had already received the test results. Astonishingly, eight shots had hit the targets!
This result left the Defense Force soldiers utterly stunned. They had never expected this short Ratling to possess such outstanding marksmanship, accurately hitting the targets with eight consecutive bullets.
Even after long and grueling training, they would struggle to achieve such results. Ratlings truly were born snipers, possessing talents beyond the reach of ordinary people.
"How did I do?" The Ratling's eyes shone with anticipation as he anxiously asked