Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Where is this? Can’t take it anymore?

Listening to his words, everyone in the class nodded. They deeply understood Chen Ming’s gaming skills when he sneaked into the computer room for the first time. He could dominate a group of people single-handedly. Being skilled at gaming is also a manifestation of practical abilities. No wonder he can dismantle the gun so quickly.

Everyone thought about it and turned to look at Fatty He Dong.

He Dong is also a dedicated gaming enthusiast. While his skills may not match Chen Ming’s, he stands out compared to others.

The chubby guy felt embarrassed when others stared at him. Instantly, he felt that the games he played before were futile. While Chen Ming plays games to enhance his practical skills, he just plays for fun...

Until now, he hasn’t fully grasped dismantling the gun. After hearing Chen Ming’s explanation, the squad leader had doubts. Although he didn’t know Chen Ming’s gaming skills, his memory is undeniable. After all, he could memorize everything after reading the stack of quilts once.

The squad leader stood up and said, “Alright, since you’ve learned it, teach others later.”

He looked at the others, seeing them stare at Chen Ming, and couldn’t help but reprimand, “What are you looking at? Hurry up and dismantle the gun. Chen Ming has already done it. If you have any difficulties, ask me or ask Chen Ming.”

Others quickly started disassembling, seeking Chen Ming’s guidance if they faced challenges. Even though the squad leader said they could ask him if they didn’t understand, no one dared to approach him. They might get scolded if they asked the wrong question.

The squad leader, sitting on the stool, watched without saying much. With Chen Ming leading, he enjoyed leisure.

With Chen Ming’s patient help, others gradually disassembled the guns.

“Report to the squad leader,” Chen Ming said, looking at the squad leader. “We’ve all finished disassembling.”

The squad leader raised his arm, checked his watch, and remarked, “Hmm, that took quite a while.”

Experienced gun handlers could disassemble a gun in less than a minute, even blindfolded. It took them over an hour.

The results were significant. By the end of the morning, everyone could independently complete the entire maintenance procedure, though not as proficient as Chen Ming. After helping in the canteen during the break, the squad leader allowed them to rest, emphasizing the need for more learning in the afternoon.

Now seasoned recruits they no longer worried about mishandling their equipment, showcasing significant progress in just a month.

Under the squad leader’s guidance, they quickly responded to the end of the lunch break, showing improved discipline and efficiency. The squad leader, observing their progress, smiled contentedly. A month ago, waking them up required individual effort, but now they responded naturally to the whistle.

It’s safe to say they made great progress.

Following the squad leader’s instructions, the group headed to the training ground with guns.

“Today, I’ll teach you three gun-holding positions: prone rifle posture, standing rifle posture, and kneeling rifle posture,” the squad leader explained, using Chen Ming’s gun for demonstration.

After the demonstration, he ordered, “Squat with a rifle, get ready!”

Everyone quickly assumed the kneeling position, ready for the training.

“Satisfactory! Maintain the squatting position for one hour,” the squad leader commanded.

Despite the challenge of holding a 95-type automatic rifle for an hour, they dared not move, having learned from previous experiences. While the rifle’s weight was manageable, the prolonged static posture made it physically demanding. They became visibly tired as time passed, sweating profusely and experiencing muscle soreness.

The squad leader, witnessing their struggle, began a mockingly motivational commentary: “Can’t handle it? Special forces hang a brick under their guns and place a bullet casing on the muzzle. If the casing falls, they restart the timer. Where do you think you stand?”

“He Dong, am I allowing you to wipe your sweat?”

“Yu Jun, why the shoulder shrug? Got spondylitis? Need a military doctor?”

The squad leader’s banter aimed to push them to endure the challenging training.VIssiT n0(v)eL/b(i)(n).com for the best novel reading experience