Chapter 271 Shooting Training Begins

This time the military gave less than two hours of rest.

After eating and soaking in Grade A body repair fluid for 1 hour, continue training.

Take 2 hours of training, rest for 30 minutes, and continue training.

During this period, two trainees were sent to the bioremediation cabin ahead of schedule.

Now Bai Mao and Caesar had completely resigned to their fate, and when they came out again, they pointed at Lin Hao tremblingly and were speechless.

The major gave a harmless smile.

Training continues!

This inhumane gravity room training lasted for two days. By the afternoon of the second day, Mu Fan couldn't bear it any longer. He was stuck on gear 46, and the rubber bullet that suddenly doubled his speed beat him to pieces.

This is the first time Mu Fan has been hurt to this extent since he came to Landu Star.

"Huh~huh~"

Mu Fan looked at the 46th gear marked on the training room behind him, and compared it in his heart, it has been raised by a full 6 gears on Luojia Star, which is still the sixth gear of this special training version!

This shows that the improvement of my physical explosive power and coordination during this period is extremely obvious.

Lin Hao, who was on the third basement floor, saw the data sheet handed over by the second lieutenant.

From the 38th gear to the 44th gear, the gears decrease gradually, and above that, only Mu Fan is in the 46th gear.

"This kid's physical fitness is simply a natural born fighter!" Seeing the final result, Lin Hao nodded in satisfaction. He himself could only stick to the 42nd gear, which was the result of years of training.

And among the children in front of him, twelve outnumbered him alone!

They are all rough jade.

As for Mu Fan, with his performance so far, in Lin Hao's eyes, he is definitely a soldier king seed in the army.

As for where the limit of his future lies, no one dares to determine.

With such a good physical fitness, Lin Hao has a firm mind about the shooting training that will be held tomorrow.

Good physical fitness represents a strong sense of muscle control, which is definitely of great benefit to shooting training.

As long as you are not an idiot, you can feed a sharpshooter with bullets.

Looking at the young man wiping his sweat and walking forward, Lin Hao nodded secretly in his heart.

Feeling a sudden chill, Mu Fan looked around and saw that nothing was wrong, so he continued to walk outside with his teeth bared.

The training clothes were all smashed, and the back is now bloody.

In this case, if you don’t soak in the repair solution, it will take at least 2 weeks for ordinary people to heal naturally.

Bai Mao, who was weakly leaning on the wall behind and slowly pacing out like an old lady, saw the bloody back in front, he should have gloated but didn't dare to smile, he could only gather his lips and put a sullen face at Mu Fan with a troubled expression on his face .

"You...have today too, ahem."

Caesar walked out with one hand covering his buttocks and supporting the wall with the other. Seeing Bai Mao's pained expression at a glance, he couldn't help grinning.

As a result, the wound that had just formed a layer of shallow scab on his face burst open.

"Hoho...you really don't know how to live or die...you actually laughed at me, look at that pig face of yours...how dare you stand in front of me."

Caesar's face was trembling with anger, he stretched out his trembling left hand, and poked Baimao's butt hard.

"Aw!~~!!! Your grandma's!!"

The loud voice scared the soldiers who had just opened the inner door of the stadium.

Lin Hao, who had just returned to the ground of the inner hall, frowned when he heard the loud voice.

Is your training intensity not enough?

Mu Fan, who was moving step by step with his back tensed, also looked back when he heard the screams behind him, and grinned when he saw the teary expression of the white hair.

After the group of teenagers had soaked in the repair fluid and had dinner, they stood in the training track again.

The major stood in front of them, "You have performed very well in the past two days. This training is your benefit. A normal gravity training room of this level requires you to apply for additional credits, so you must learn to cherish every opportunity. "

"Start shooting training tomorrow, let me see your talent! It's good to break up!"

A weak yes sounded, and the gang of exhausted teenagers all returned to their dormitories.

Tomorrow is finally not the inhumane gravity room training, who will spend credits on self-torture for nothing in the future.

Shooting training? Sounds like a great place to be.

Some time ago, the physical training of the pulse rifle hanging heavy objects should be to prepare for tomorrow.

This should not be difficult.

Most teenagers fell asleep with a heavy drowsiness.

Mu Fan, who was looking at the ceiling, had a troubled expression on his face. He might not be able to eat enough tomorrow.

And Bai Mao was sleeping very sweetly hugging the quilt, no one pays attention to him now, tomorrow he will beat ten of them one by one.

After getting up on time at 4:30 the next day for routine weight-bearing cross-country and regular strength training, the group of teenagers were arranged into four armored transport vehicles and came to the shooting range of the special training base.

The truck hatch opens.

The teenagers were in a huge valley plain, and the low shrubs on the mountains on both sides spread out of sight.

"This is a 210,000-square-meter natural shooting range exclusive to the special training base. You should be honored to be able to train here for the first time."

Seeing that the group of teenagers were not so focused, the major showed an unpredictable smile on his face, raised his hand, and a rumbling number of tracked vehicles drove up.

The tarpaulin jerked violently.

"Wow!" The shining metal light instantly pulled the eyes of the group of teenagers back.

"Gudu~" The voices of swallowing saliva came and went!

The major is here to do something! ?

There were ten large tracked vehicles. At first glance, the entire ten vehicles seemed to have thousands of weapons, and they were of different types, sizes, and lengths, which simply dazzled the eyes of these teenagers.

Shi Mori's eyes were firmly fixed on the lightweight MZ-T1 semi-automatic rifle with a streamlined appearance. He knew the goods and saw that it was the latest model, laser sight, and fiery red nano-coating with special heat dissipation function!

This is the exclusive weapon of the ace unit!

If it wasn't for the major still standing here, Shi Sen would have rushed straight up.

"Boys, what you have seen in reality, what you haven't seen, is here now. The purpose of my release first is to tell you that after basic familiarization training, you will be able to choose a Use the weapon that suits you, let’s do real live ammunition training!”

Can I own a firearm of my own?

The eyes of all the teenagers became hot.

The drooling Bai Mao stared at the OW76 pulse rifle that was actually equipped with a missile shooting barrel, and inadvertently saw Mu Fan who was frowning.

So he asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

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

I thought what was it?

Hearing Mu Fan's words, Bai Mao patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said with a comforting face: "Your physical fitness is definitely fine. As long as you have good body control, things like guns are easy to learn. It's nothing more than watching Your muscles control how well you can hold a gun of what weight."

Is it that simple?

Hearing Yin Shuai's words, Mu Fan suddenly felt that he should be very talented.

So the expression immediately became optimistic.

Looking at that hopeful expression, Yin Shuai felt that he had helped a young man who had lost his footing.

"About the theoretical knowledge of shooting training, I have already explained it to you during the rest time a few days ago."

Most people, including Mu Fan, shook their heads at the same time, indicating that after going to the toilet once, all the knowledge was excreted.

"Well, I know you can't remember, so I'll let you practice it first."

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

The major pointed, and the trainees saw a pile of worn-out assault rifles in the corner of the last tracked vehicle.

It turns out that this is our gun, shit!