I Must Have Taken the Wrong Medicine Today
(A 3,000-word chapter presented! Full of sincerity)
Seeing a group of reluctant teenagers walk over and pick up the training rifles used by the army, the major smiled and shouted, "Boys, the rifles you're holding use Percussion Cap Bullet, which are the foundation of modern firearms. In this interstellar age, there are many types of modern firearms. But firearms that use kinetic energy to tear apart the enemy are still extremely effective!"
"The subsequent Pulse Rifle is an advanced evolution of this weapon. I had you train with this weapon to show you that in many extreme environments, ordinary Breech-loading Gun are still the primary weapon for some people, and Breech-loading Gun often have surprising effects in specific situations. No matter how strong your bodies are, if you get a headshot within effective range, you're dead!"
"First, we'll conduct an hour of training in prone, standing, and kneeling shooting positions to familiarize you with the feel of the gun and the recoil of this killing weapon!"
"All personnel lie down! Instruct the sergeants to take their positions!"
At a command, a hundred soldiers ran to each trainee and took the lead in lying prone with their guns at their sides.
Mu Fan glanced at the sergeant beside him and followed suit, squatting down with his gun in a similar manner.
"First, correct your posture: straighten your left leg and bend your right leg."
"Overall internal adjustment, sergeant correction!"
After the sergeant next to him helped Mu Fan get into position, he felt uncomfortable all over, but he still maintained the prone position with his gun.
"Point the gun forward naturally. See that upright target? That's Hundred-Meter Ten-Ring Target. Release the safety. Fire!"
After ten minutes of posture checks, the major finally gave the order to fire.
They've already opened fire?
Mu Fan's current posture, at least in the eyes of the soldiers beside him, was not wrong.
This standard posture made the sergeant nod repeatedly in approval.
Place the target into the aiming point.
Pull the trigger!
Bang!
The gun jolted.
"Posture correction, second round of ten shots! Fire!"
"Third round, fire!"
"Tenth round, fire!"
"Put your gun away and report the results."
Upon hearing the major's voice, Mu Fan released the trigger. He had been very tense and had subconsciously pulled it ten times in a row. For some reason, Mu Fan had no liking for this weapon that had almost taken his life multiple times.
Moreover, when I held the gun, I didn't feel anything at all, let alone feel a sense of oneness between myself and the gun.
And then...
Does your weapon have bullets without warheads?
A moment later, the results came out, and a soldier ran up to the major and handed him Optical Brain tablet.
Lin Hao swiped his finger, quickly scanning the scores.
"Out of 100 people, 30 missed on their first shot!"
"Not bad, better than I expected. I thought at least two-thirds of you would be shorting the market!"
Hearing this, Mu Fan breathed a sigh of relief, because he didn't seem to have seen any bullet holes on the target.
"However... I have a question. Why did Qiao Bolun and Young Master Zhang Tang each hit 13 and 15 shots respectively?!"
The two students to Mu Fan's left and right stood up with blank expressions.
Young Master Zhang Tang was certain that he could hit the target with ten shots within 300 meters, but to hit it fifteen times out of ten? What kind of interstellar joke was that?
On the other side, Qiao Bolun was also stunned. He had lost control of the recoil twice, and should have missed two shots, but now he got 13 shots... Is the major playing me?
The major clicked on the Optical Brain in his hand again and selected a surveillance video playback.
This is a high-speed video of the entire shooting area of these individuals.
Lin Hao frowned and clicked on the first replay.
Bang! Bang!
Two bullets, that's right.
Um?
Why did Young Master Zhang Tang get two bullet holes on his first shot?
Playback, zoomed in on the details.
Then Lin Hao saw a mischievous bullet suddenly appear from the left and then burrow in.
Where did this bullet come from?
Tracing back to the source, the high-speed camera continuously flips forward.
Then Lin Hao's expression became quite interesting. This was... a bullet fired from Mu Fan's gun!?
The next ten shots...
Flip through the pages quickly with your fingers.
Soon, the aggrieved Young Master Zhang Tang and Qiao Bolun saw Major Lin Hao's expression change rapidly, finally settling on a look of bewilderment.
"Um, I misunderstood you."
Whew~
The two were relieved and exchanged a glance.
"Trainee Mu Fan, come here for a moment. Can you tell me how you managed to shoot at two targets 7 meters apart from a distance of 100 meters?"
Ah, is that me?
Mu Fan walked over and saw that his ten bullets had hit the 8 to 10 rings on both sides of the target platform with perfect accuracy. Mu Fan, who had never been ashamed, suddenly blushed.
It's so embarrassing.
Mu Fan cast an apologetic glance at the two aggrieved-looking people.
"Alright, let's go back. The first time is inevitable. 200 rounds each for prone, standing, and squatting positions. That should be enough for you to get used to it quickly."
So Mu Fan rejoined the team for training.
15 minutes passed, 30 minutes passed, and an hour passed.
The major stared blankly at the report card. The first place was amazing. Yin Shuai: 6000 rings! 600 shots, all 10 rings, this is practically a shooting robot controlled by Optical Brain!
But I don't know why he didn't seem happy at all.
Last place, Mu Fan: 600 shots, 0 rings...
600 bullets! Even if you spray them all out, you're guaranteed to hit at least one ring!
As for Young Master Zhang Tang and Qiao Bolun next to Mu Fan, they scored over a thousand more rings each. In fact, if you include them, Young Master Zhang Tang should have a score close to 9,000 rings...
Lin Hao decided to retract his opening statement and abandon the training of Core Student in shooting.
He decided to go back and consult with the Staff Office of the Second-Level Military Department to see if there was any tailor-made solution for dealing with this "prodigy".
"Instructor, have I disappointed you?" Mu Fan asked cautiously.
"... It's alright, you performed... very well, far exceeding my expectations." Lin Hao didn't know what expression he had on his face when he said this, but he didn't want to pay attention to Mu Fan, whose gun sense had plummeted to negative levels.
"Everyone assemble!"
"I believe everyone has become familiar with the basic weapon operation during this hour of shooting. Now you can choose your preferred weapon, and I will arrange for a sergeant to provide you with personalized instruction."
Yeah!
Upon hearing this, the group of teenagers excitedly dropped their old-fashioned rifles and rushed forward, their eyes shining as they stood in front of the tracked vehicle, unable to move.
Mu Fan watched his companions' retreating figures with envy, craning his neck to glance behind him. Suddenly, his eyes lit up—he still had a chance! He still had a chance to save his dinner!
So he cautiously asked, "Instructor, can I choose one too?"
Lin Hao glanced at Mu Fan, whose face was full of anticipation, and casually said, "Go ahead, just choose whatever you like."
Okay, just choose whatever you like and have fun. Consider it a holiday for you.
Lin Hao has already decided to let Mu Fan roam freely for the next few days.
Unexpectedly, Mu Fan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed to a spot behind Lin Hao, shouting, "Instructor, I want this!"
White Hair, who was wiping his beloved ow76 Pulse Rifle, heard this thunderous shout, turned around, and blurted out, "Holy crap!"
Young Master Zhang Tang, who was fiddling with a Pukit Light Particle Rifle, had decided to turn the upcoming shooting competition into his personal stage.
Then, upon hearing the White Hair guy next to him exclaim "Holy crap!", he immediately turned around to look.
Then, Mu Fan excitedly ran to the Storm III Nine-Barreled Vulcan Cannon, which had three supports that were over a meter tall, and hugged it tightly with a determined look on his face.
Instructor, can I report this as cheating?
You idiot, you're using tanks and weapons to compete with us in target practice? Have you no shame?
Lin Hao's lips twitched. "Mu Fan, what I need is foot-based combat firing, not you sitting in a tank operating a Vulcan Cannon!"
"Sir... I didn't say I wanted to ride in a tank."
"You should choose another one... Wait, what did you say!?"
"Can I carry it while training? I feel that a weapon with so many barrels is enough to make up for my accuracy," Mu Fan said loudly and confidently to the major, his eyes filled with determination.
He still remembered what Yin Shuai had told him: as long as his body could withstand enough recoil from the weapon, he could unleash its power!
Upon seeing the Vulcan Cannon with its nine barrels, Mu Fan's eyes were immediately glued to it.
My dinner tonight depends on you!
Lin Hao smacked his lips, unable to speak. Suddenly, he felt that all words were dry and meaningless.
I took a closer look at the Vulcan Cannon over there. It was fixed to the rear of the armored assault vehicle by three steel supports, with a dedicated gunner's position at the back.
This Vulcan Cannon is an upgraded version of the six-barreled version, with completely new designs for the motor, barrel materials, and mechanical structure.
The rate of fire is 9,600 rounds per minute, and there is a huge ammunition box at the feet of the gunner.
If you include the fully loaded ammunition boxes, if he remembers correctly, the weight should be around 275 kilograms...
Moreover, the powerful recoil can only be perfectly filtered out by a tank with a weight of up to 9 tons.
This nine-barreled Vulcan Cannon is practically a mobile fortress!
It is powerful enough to tear apart any target below heavy armor on the battlefield.
This is the pinnacle of physical bullet design!
It takes three brackets, along with multiple buffer rails and slots, to hold this big guy in place.
Now you're telling me you're going to hold it?
Tell me, can you carry that ammunition box that weighs over 200 kilograms?
etc...
Thinking back to Mu Fan's previous behavior, a chill suddenly rose from the bottom of her heart.
Is this kid serious?!
Mu Fan was full of anticipation, suddenly saw Major Lin's face freeze instantly, as if he had been shot in the waist, and he felt like he was about to die.
"Are you serious? This weighs almost 300 kilograms!"
Lin Hao rubbed his face hard, which was about to freeze. He felt like he was going crazy along with the kid in front of him.
"Instructor, I'm serious. I don't want to go hungry tonight."
you...
Lin Hao slapped his forehead hard. I was speechless.
"Communications officer! Contact the engineers and tell them to bring the Self-Propelled Robot Assembly Device for the M334 Gatling and be there within 3 minutes!"
After giving the order, Lin Hao walked straight to the Vulcan Cannon and looked up at this giant killing weapon.
As if in a dream, he pressed his hand on it.
I must have taken the wrong medicine today, I'm going crazy...
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