In the next shooting training, Mo Shangyun did not let them shoot targets. Everyone was assigned a Type 95, and then they were asked to dismantle and assemble the gun, and Chu Feiyin explained the various parts and functions of the gun over and over again.

, let them reach the point where practice makes perfect.

For an hour and a half, they assembled dozens of times, with almost no rest time in between. Everyone was sweating profusely, their fingers were stiff or numb, but they didn't even dare to drip sweat on the rifle.

Two hours to arrive.

Four forty.

After a brief explanation, the electronic battalion brought by Qin Xue next door began to take turns shooting the target. The gunshots of the shooting continued, densely packed, making the young students with bloody tigers jealous and wished they could rush up.

Help them shoot targets.

They chose to wear military uniforms and be able to touch guns, and shooting is also an expectation!

Now, the gun was touched, and they touched it over and over again until their hands were about to be destroyed, but they fired...

There seems to be no chance today!

They thought almost desperately.

"gather!"

Mo Shangyun shouted.

Then, he stuffed the whistle into his mouth and blew the whistle.

Everyone carried guns on their backs, quickly gathered to organize the team, and at the same time, they also held the final expectation of "You can shoot today".

Even Xiao Lei, who had been abandoned, joined the team very consciously at this time.

Unexpectedly, after they gathered together properly, they got Mo Shangyun's simple and clear words-

"Care the gun and return to the training ground."

Everyone: "..."

"Report!"

Someone shouted in the crowd.

"Say." Mo Shangyun put the whistle in his pocket and responded lazily.

"Don't we shoot targets?"

"Not to hit." Mo Shangyun replied with two words.

“Report, why?!”

"Report, why can't we shoot targets in other battalions?! This is unfair!" Xiao Lei shouted in the crowd, which successfully aroused public anger.

"Report, you have to give us a reasonable explanation!"

"Report, the marksmanship is all fed by bullets. Your marksmanship is so good, so you should be clear, but you don't shoot us! This is unreasonable!"

...

Hearing the active protests of the students, Chu Feiyin pursed her lips and glanced at Mo Shangyun.

There are all guns and bullets ready... and a few shots should be no problem.

Even she wanted to persuade Mo Shangyun.

However, noticed Mo Shangyun's increasingly severe and cold expression, Chu Feiyin tactfully hid these words in his heart.

"Beep—"
Chapter completed!