Shooting Training Begins

The military only gave them less than two hours of rest time.

After eating and soaking in A-grade Body Repair Fluid for 1 hour, continue training.

Train for 2 hours, then rest for 30 minutes before continuing training.

Two trainees were sent to the Biological Repair Pod ahead of schedule.

Now, White Hair and Xi Ze had completely resigned themselves to their fate. When they came out again, they pointed at Lin Hao, trembling, unable to speak.

The major gave a harmless smile.

Training continues!

This inhumane Gravity Room training lasted for two days. On the afternoon of the second day, Mu Fan couldn't take it anymore and got stuck in 46th gear. The Rubber Bullet, which suddenly doubled in speed, hit him and tore his skin apart.

This was the first time Mu Fan had suffered such an injury since arriving on Landu Star.

"Huff~ Huff~"

Mu Fan looked at the 46 gears marked on the training room behind him and compared it to what he had done on Luoqie Star. He had already improved by a full 6 gears, and it was this special training version of the sixth gear!

This shows that my explosive power and coordination have improved significantly during this period.

On the third basement level, Lin Hao saw the data sheet handed to him by the lieutenant.

The gears decrease from 38 to 44, with only Mu Fan at 46.

"This kid's physical attributes are simply those of a born warrior!" Lin Hao nodded in satisfaction upon seeing the final result. He himself could only maintain a speed of 42, and that was the result of years of training.

And among these children, twelve of them are taller than him!

They are all unpolished gems.

As for Mu Fan, based on his performance so far, Lin Hao considers him to be a potential Elite Soldier Seed in the army.

As for where his future limits lie, no one dares to say for sure.

With such excellent physical condition, Lin Hao was already very confident about tomorrow's shooting training.

Good physical fitness means strong muscle control, which is extremely beneficial for shooting training.

Anyone who isn't an idiot can be trained into a sharpshooter by feeding them bullets.

Watching the boy wiping his sweat as he walked forward, Lin Hao nodded inwardly.

Suddenly feeling a chill, Mu Fan looked around. Seeing nothing amiss, he continued walking out, grimacing.

His training clothes were all torn to shreds, and his back was now a bloody mess.

Without soaking in a healing solution, it would take at least two weeks for an average person to heal naturally in this condition.

The White Hair, who was weakly leaning against the wall and slowly walking out like an old lady, saw the blood-soaked back in front of her. She should have been gloating, but she didn't dare to laugh. She could only purse her lips and keep a straight face, looking conflicted at Mu Fan.

"You... you've finally met your match, cough cough."

As Xi Ze walked out, one hand covering his buttock and the other supporting himself against the wall, he immediately saw the pained expression on White Hair's face and couldn't help but grin.

As a result, the wound on my face, which had just formed a thin scab, burst open.

"Heh heh... You really don't know what's good for you... How dare you laugh at me, you handsome guy? Look at your pig face... What gives you the courage to stand in front of me?"

Xi Ze's face trembled with anger, and his trembling left hand reached out and forcefully poked the White Hair's butt.

"Ouch!!!! You son of a bitch!!"

The loud voice startled the soldiers who had just opened the inner door of the venue.

Lin Hao, who had just returned to the ground floor of the inner hall, frowned upon hearing this loud shout.

Is my training intensity not high enough?

Mu Fan, who was pacing back and forth, heard the scream behind him and turned around. He saw the White Hair man's teary-eyed expression and grinned.

After the group of teenagers had soaked in the repair solution and eaten dinner, they stood back on the training track and field.

The major stood in front of them. "You've all performed very well these past two days. This training is a perk for you. Normally, you would need to apply for Gravity Training Room of this level using credits, so you should cherish every opportunity."

"Shooting training begins tomorrow. Let me see your talent! Okay, dismissed!"

A listless "yes" rang out, and the exhausted teenagers returned to their respective dormitories.

Tomorrow will finally be free from this inhumane Gravity Room training. Who would want to waste credits and torture themselves like this anymore?

Shooting training? That sounds pretty good.

The physical training involving Pulse Rifle with suspended weights a while ago was probably preparation for tomorrow.

This shouldn't be difficult.

Most teenagers fall asleep with a heavy drowsiness.

Looking at the ceiling, Mu Fan looked troubled, worried that he might not have enough to eat tomorrow.

Meanwhile, the White Hair was sleeping soundly, clutching his blanket. He told everyone to ignore him for now, as he was going to take on ten men by himself tomorrow.

The next day, at 4:30 a. m. sharp, the group of teenagers got up and underwent routine weighted cross-country running and regular strength training before being transported to the Special Training Base firing range in four armored transport vehicles.

The transport vehicle's cargo door opens.

The boys were in a vast valley plain, with low shrubs spreading out of sight on the hillsides on both sides.

"This is a 210,000-square-meter natural shooting range exclusively for the Special Training Base. You should feel honored to be able to train here for the first time."

Seeing that the group of teenagers were not paying much attention, the major revealed a mysterious smile, and with a wave of his hand, a number of tracked vehicles rumbled in.

The tarpaulin was suddenly ripped off.

"Whoosh!" The gleaming metallic light instantly drew the boys' attention back to the spotlight.

The sound of swallowing saliva rose and fell!

The major actually delivered some valuable information!?

Ten large tracked vehicles, a full ten vehicles, at a glance carrying over a thousand weapons, of various types, sizes, and lengths, dazzled the teenagers.

Shi Sen's eyes were fixed on the lightweight, streamlined mz-t1 Semi-Automatic Rifle. Knowing its quality, he immediately recognized it as the latest model, with a laser sight and a fiery red nano-coating with special heat dissipation function!

These are weapons exclusive to elite troops!

If the major hadn't been standing there, Shi Sen would have charged straight at him.

"Kids, everything you've seen in real life, and everything you haven't, is here. The reason I'm showing you this first is to let you know that after basic familiarization training, you can choose a weapon that suits you for real live-fire training!"

Is it possible to own my own gun?

All the boys' eyes lit up with fervor.

The White Hair- haired man, drooling, stared intently at the ow76 Pulse Rifle that was actually equipped with a missile launcher, when he inadvertently caught sight of Mu Fan's worried face.

So, out of curiosity, I asked, "What's wrong?"

Mu Fan's expression turned serious, and he shook his head. "I've never used a gun."

I thought it was something else entirely.

Hearing Mu Fan's words, the White Hair chuckled and patted his shoulder, saying with a reassuring expression, "Your physical condition is definitely not a problem. As long as you have good body control, guns are easy to learn. It's just a matter of how well your muscles can control the weight of the gun you handle."

Is it that simple?

Hearing Yin Shuai's words, Mu Fan suddenly felt that he must have a lot of talent.

His expression immediately brightened.

Looking at that hopeful expression, Yin Shuai felt as if he had helped a wayward youth.

"I already explained the theoretical knowledge about shooting training to you during the break a few days ago."

Most people, including Mu Fan, shook their heads at the same time, indicating that all that knowledge had been expelled after using the toilet.

"Okay, I know you won't remember, so I'll let you practice first."

"Pick up that basic training assault rifle over there!"

The major pointed, and the cadets' eyes fell on a pile of old assault rifles in the corner of the last tracked vehicle.

So this is what our gun is all about, you idiot!