Bang—!
Flames burst from the muzzle.
Even from merely seeing the shell casings eject from the chamber and the faint smoke curling around them, Lu Zhou could still sense the searing heat, hot enough to kill.
But as a complete novice, he had no spare energy to marvel at it. Nearly every muscle in his arms was devoted to forcing down the jumping muzzle.
Bang! Bang—!
Ten shots rang out in total.
He fired them all within almost ten seconds.
Watching Lu Zhou switch on the safety, set down the gun, and remove his noise-canceling earmuffs, Yan Yan walked over with the target sheet in hand and said approvingly.
"Five bullseyes on the torso target, and your average grouping is nearly in the ninth ring... Not bad. You've only practiced for three days and you're already this good. When I started, I practiced for a week before my average even reached the seventh or eighth ring. Do people who study Mathematics have some advantage with guns? Or do you calculate the trajectory beforehand or something?"
"You're overthinking it. No field of study can help with this. At most, my learning ability might let me master certain skills a bit faster," Lu Zhou said. Looking at the target in the distance, he thought for a moment before continuing, "And this is only a stationary target. If both the target and I were moving, I might not hit a single shot."
He had been at this training base in the outskirts of Haizhou for two weeks now.
During those two weeks, with the help of Yan Yan and several other instructors from the General Staff, he had undergone basic training in shooting, first aid, evacuation, and so on.
The training was not especially grueling, but it was incredibly boring.
Aside from the