Mo Wen smiled helplessly. Naturally, he knew that Wang Yuan was talking about Zhang Lizheng. He didn't expect that such a serious person would actually use such a method to protect his students. Moreover, it seemed like it wasn't his first time using it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to bring out ten fake backpacks so quickly.
He must have been prepared beforehand. Otherwise, even if he wanted to protect his students, he wouldn't have been so well prepared in such a sudden situation.
As the night grew darker, there were still dozens of silhouettes moving on the track. An hour had passed, and in the end, everyone seemed to be moving.
At this speed, without two to three hours, they wouldn't be able to complete the five-kilometer load.
As for the people from Class Nine, although they didn't feel any pressure and could easily finish the run, the reason why they stayed on the track and pretended to be tired was to prevent the people from the 3rd Battalion, 4th Company from noticing anything.
Moreover, they were more than happy to be "tortured" on the track as they could admire the exhausted look of the people from the 3rd Battalion, 4th Company.
It wasn't until 9 o 'clock at night that everyone gradually completed the five-kilometer load. The people from the 3rd Battalion, 4th Company were all lying on the ground, unable to get up. Their clothes were all soaked in sweat, as though they had just been fished out of the water.
The people from Class Nine of the 4th Battalion were also lying on the ground, pretending to be dead. They were panting and groaning. Although they didn't sweat at all, everyone could see it in the middle of the night.
After completing the five-kilometer load, Zhang Lizheng's adjutant ordered more than ten soldiers to take the backpacks away. Everyone had a tacit understanding.
In the following week, the military training gradually became more formal. There were more and more training programs. It could be said that the difficult days had just begun.
However, after the previous punishment, the people of Class Nine were especially obedient to Zhang Lizheng's orders. They trained very seriously and diligently, gradually becoming the most outstanding class in the 3rd Company, 4th Battalion.
Among the soldiers, there would naturally be all kinds of competitions. There would be competitions between different battalions, between different companies, and even within the same company, there would be strong competitions and comparisons between different classes.
The 9th Class of the 3rd Company was able to stand out in the 3rd Company because they had defeated the other nine classes at the same time.
They stood in military posture and walked squarely. The 9th Class was the most orderly and standardized.
The 9th Class had the highest level of combat techniques.
The 9th Class had the highest average score for the 400-meter obstacle course.
The 9th Class learned military knowledge and escape techniques the fastest.
In the first week of military training, they had already gotten into fights. In the eyes of others, the mischievous class won the most honors.
Today, they started shooting practice. Shooting was an essential activity in the army, although some people might only touch a gun a few times in their entire lives and would not need to use it in the future. However, the shooting event was a standard that reflected a person's overall quality.
Mo Wen played with the pistol in his hand. His fingers moved quickly. In just a few seconds, he had dismantled the pistol into its most primitive parts.
Then, he began to assemble it. In just three breaths' time, a complete pistol appeared in his hand.
Yesterday, the instructor had just taught them the principles and structure of firearms and demonstrated the disassembly and assembly of pistols. Today, as soon as he touched the spear, Mo Wen learned it 100%.
As someone who had lived two lives, Mo Wen's IQ and EQ were naturally incomparable to that of an average person. His insight and Academic Will far exceeded that of an average person.
Especially after he cultivated the Heavenly Hands Technique, his hands were nimble and nimble. Assembling and disassembling guns was unbelievably fast.
Pulling out the safety, Mo Wen raised his hand and fired a shot at the target fifty meters away. A gust of hot air rushed out of the muzzle and the bullet left the chamber.
Almost at the same time, a bullet hole appeared in the middle of the ten-ring bullseye on the distant target.
Mo Wen squinted his eyes slightly. This was the first time he had personally experienced the power of a pistol. The explosive power, speed, and penetrative ability were all very frightening. For the current him, it was still a great threat.
In his previous life, the miracle physician Mo Wen might have been able to use his Qi to protect himself from the bullets. However, with his current level of Cultivation, facing a gun would most likely be fatal.
Moreover, the pistol was only the most basic firearm. There were also rifles, machine guns, and the sniper rifle with the strongest single target damage. Once he was caught in a hail of bullets, he would definitely end up dead.
"Good marksmanship."
An exclamation of admiration suddenly sounded from not far away. Instructor Zhang Lizheng walked over with a strange expression. He looked at Mo Wen and asked, "Have you practiced shooting before?"
Just now, when Mo Wen was shooting, it happened to fall into his eyes. His movements were natural and smooth, without any sloppiness. He directly raised his hand and fired a shot. Moreover, he had hit the bullseye on the bullseye. That was definitely a shot that could only be mastered after a lot of practice. Even he might not be able to do that.
Mo Wen smiled slightly. He did not admit nor deny it.
He had not practiced shooting before, but he had practiced with hidden weapons. Similarly, it was a killing weapon that could take a person's life from a hundred steps away. Moreover, practicing with hidden weapons was much more difficult than practicing shooting. Back then, he had suffered a lot just to learn the hidden weapons techniques of a senior in the Jianghu.
With his control and insight of hidden weapons, practicing shooting was naturally a piece of cake.
"Your marksmanship is not bad. It is comparable to professional standards."
Zhang Lizheng looked at Mo Wen meaningfully. He was a little curious about Mo Wen's identity. A person who was so familiar with firearms, what kind of person was he? Although there were many possibilities, it was certain that this student called Mo Wen was not simple.
Moreover, he was one of the people who fought in the canteen previously. In the end, the others were more or less injured. Only he and Wang Yuan were not injured. In such a chaotic group fight, to be able to not be injured, his combat skills were most likely not simple.
"I am just a little sensitive to the use of firearms. I have not specially trained before." Mo Wen did not lie.
Zhang Lizheng smiled noncommittally. He was not a person who liked to dig up other people's secrets. Who didn't have a secret?
"In two weeks, there will be a battalion competition. The four recruit battalions will gather together to exchange the results of their training. They will compete with each other on their professional skills. To put it bluntly, it is a competition between the battalions to determine who is superior and who is inferior.
Perhaps, you can fight for glory for our Fourth Battalion. "
Zhang Lizheng looked at Mo Wen deeply, then turned to leave.
Mo Wen rubbed his chin and shrugged his shoulders helplessly. He didn't really care about the honor of the camp district. Although he was still a hot-blooded youth, he had experienced a lot of things and was indifferent to many things.
He had heard of the battalion competition. In the later stages of the military training, according to the usual practice, there would be a big competition between the different battalions to determine the most outstanding military training battalion. The students who contributed to this would receive a certificate of merit as an honor. Moreover, it would be recorded in their files.
In the 19th Military Region, there were four military training battalions made up of students. There was a female battalion and three male battalions. There were more than 2,000 people in total. It was not an easy task to stand out from more than 2,000 people and suppress others' limelight.
After all, there were crouching tigers and hidden dragons among the students of Hua Xia University. There were many students who were not simple. Who knew what kind of powerful people were hidden among them. For example, Wang Yuan was an ancient martial arts practitioner who was hidden among the ordinary people. Moreover, he was above Mo Wen.
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