Chapter 42 of Volume 1: Nine Hundred Bullets

  "Hey, hey." Qu Mingjun patted Cui Ze, who was lying in bed, and said, "Go take a bath, look at the sweat on you."

  "Oh no, don't hit me, stop messing around." Cui Ze stuck to the bed like a piece of rotten mud, "I'm almost dead from exhaustion, can't take it anymore, let me rest for a bit."

  "No way, hurry up and take a shower." Qu Ming's face was twisted in distaste. "You've sweated so much, not to mention getting your bed dirty, but even the air in the room can't take it." Cui Ze was a big sweaty foot, as soon as he entered the room and took off his shoes, oh my god, the smell could knock someone out. And this high-end dormitory had air conditioning, usually they didn't open the windows, how could you not shower?

  "Hey, Qu Ge, Qu Ming Jun, Qu Lao Di, Qu Ge, can't you just call me Qu Ge?! Cui Ze's expression was extremely painful. "I'm not some kind of pervert like you! Armed cross-country, obstacle course, 100-meter dash, and then running to the gym to work out with those fitness equipment... Ugh, what's with all these tests - weightlifting, arm strength, bench press, leg press... Can't you see I'm already like this? Do you still have the heart to drag me up? Let me rest for a bit!"

  "Cut the crap!" Qu Mingjun exerted himself to pull Cui Ze up, "Taking a hot bath is good for relieving muscle fatigue. You'd better go in now."

  Qu Mingjun easily threw Cui Ze into the bathroom and patted his hands as he walked back to the table, starting to prepare the textbooks and materials needed for class the next day.

  After finishing collecting the things, Qu Mingjun stood up and was about to make his bed and sleep, but suddenly he felt a wave of soreness all over his muscles.

  Qu Mingjun smiled wryly, tonight's training was really crazy. They even invited a doctor from the medical department to come over and conduct some tests on everyone's heart rate and breathing, etc. Then they had to run 5 kilometers of cross-country in military gear, and after finishing, they had to take another test of their heart rate, etc. After that, they started running 400 meters with obstacles, saying it was for some simple recovery exercises. In the end, it turned out to be a test of their 100-meter dash performance. That's not all, finally, they were taken to an equipment room in the military stadium that had never been open to ordinary students before, and inside, there were all sorts of equipment that could only be seen in some fitness centers.

  Then, one by one, they started doing exercises, not according to a unified standard, but until each person was completely exhausted and couldn't move any more. At this time, the doctor came over again to conduct tests. As Cui Ze said, even if it were a little nurse girl who came to do it for us, at least she would be nice to look at and could increase our motivation to exercise. Thinking about it, it seemed to make sense.

  When Captain Li announced that it was time to return, the lights-out time had already passed. This night was really deadly. However, each person received a loaf of bread and a bag of milk, saying they should eat them on their way back to replenish their depleted physical strength.

  Qū Míng Jùn took the food and then put himself on the bed, his sore muscles seemed to have gotten great comfort, relaxed all at once, although still very sore. Just thinking of eating away the things in his hands, a wave of drowsiness suddenly attacked his mind, really tired.

  Choi Jae came out of the bath and saw that Kook Min-joon was holding food and had fallen asleep.

  "Damn, he's really got no sense of justice, I'm the one taking a bath and he's sleeping." Cui Ze was somewhat indignant. However, as soon as Qu Mingjun came back, the first thing he did was rush in to take a bath, who made him not go wash up first?

  That night, the two of them slept very restlessly, possibly due to excessive fatigue during the day. They kept turning over in bed at midnight and when they got up the next day, their whole body was still sore and their spirits were low.

  "Did everyone sleep well last night?" Fan Shao's smile was so annoying that it made people want to punch him.

  "Good——" A faint and distant voice.

  "What? I didn't hear." Captain Fan tilted his head and put his hand on his ear.

  "Good!" This time the voice was much more energetic and loud.

  "Oh, that's great." Fan Shaoxiao said with a smile: "I was worried that everyone wouldn't sleep well tonight, and this morning I thought of saying let everyone relax and take it easy. Since everyone slept well, let's run five kilometers then."

  Damn it, everyone in their hearts has started scolding. If only I had said that I didn't sleep well, this is good, setting a trap for us here.

  Twenty trainees did not dare say anything and started running to the playground under Li Shangwei's command, carrying out the 5-kilometer cross-country training on the third morning.

  It's okay, it was just a bare-handed fight. Qu Mingjun thought so.

  After dinner, all the trainees returned to their respective squadrons for class. Qu Mingjun and his three friends were no exception. However, this morning's cultural lesson was really tiring. Sitting on the stool, my whole body ached as if I had run back to the intense training phase of the first three months after entering school. No, even during those three months of intense training, it wasn't this exhausting.

  Cui Ze was even more exaggerated, and as soon as he got on the bus, he started nodding off to sleep like a chick pecking at rice.

  Qu Mingjun's seat was relatively far away from Cui Ze, and as a result, he stared blankly at the teacher who had called on Cui Ze to get up, wash his face, and then stand in the back of the classroom.

  During class break, the teacher allowed Cui Ze to return to his seat. As a result, this kid simply fell asleep on his desk, sleeping soundly until the sky grew dark.

  Feng Shaojun and Guo Xiangyang also supported their aching muscles, ran to the balcony and started smoking to refresh themselves.

  To be honest, Qu Mingjun was also very uncomfortable. Although he didn't doze off like Cui Ze in the morning class, his spirit was not good and his whole head felt like a mess. One ear listened to the teacher's lecture, while the other ear ran away. In the end, after listening to one lesson, nothing was heard.

  It was easy to get through the morning classes, and Qu Mingjun's four-person team returned to the training regiment in a column formation. They enjoyed a very sumptuous self-service lunch, and just as they were about to take a nap in the afternoon, they were called to assemble at the door by Instructor Li's whistle.

  Qu Mingjun stood in the ranks, the sunlight filtering through the white poplar leaves casting dappled shadows on people's bodies. The sun was shining brightly, but Qu Mingjun and his comrades' hearts were pitch black.

  Won't have to train again? Qu Mingjun's mouth was a bit bitter.

  "Later, go to the armory upstairs to get your new guns. We'll have target practice at noon." Instructor Li said coldly, with his hands behind his back, wearing a new camouflage uniform. Captain Fan ran to the other side to drink his never-ending tea.

  Target practice? That's not bad, Qu Mingjun's spirits lifted, Type 95 automatic rifle, never even touched one before, going to try it out this afternoon, great. The other team members' morale also improved.

  Fan Shaoxiao gazed sideways at the twenty smiling faces of the training students, his mouth corners slightly hooked up, revealing a sly smile.

  Archery, you think archery is that easy?

  Twenty people received the 95-style rifle and gathered downstairs. Then, Captain Li announced something that everyone did not expect: "All of your classes this afternoon are cancelled, we have already asked for leave from each of your squadrons."

  It doesn't matter, Qu Mingjun thought to himself. Isn't it just target practice? We like it. It's better than sitting in the classroom, anyway. But does target practice need an entire afternoon? Do they still need to train or something?

  Who knows, never mind. Go experience the 95-style automatic rifle first.

  Twenty people followed Pan Shao and Li Shang to the shooting range with great enthusiasm.

  The first thing to do after entering the shooting range is to get bullets.

  Originally thought it would be the same as in the past, just go with two people to pick up bullets and come back for everyone to share. Didn't expect this time that everyone wanted to follow into the shooting range's ammunition warehouse.

  After everyone came out, they looked at each other in dismay, with one person holding a metal box containing 5.8mm bullets.

  Although they had mentally prepared themselves, when they opened the box at the shooting range, everyone still took a deep breath. Because they remembered what Instructor Li said after handing out the bullets.

  "Your mission now is to use up all the bullets in your hands according to my requirements."

  Inside an iron box, 30 packets of bullets were neatly stacked, each packet just enough for a magazine of the Type 95 automatic rifle, or 30 rounds.

  That is to say, all 900 rounds of ammunition are to be fired this afternoon? The barrel life of the Type 95 automatic rifle is only a few hundred rounds. If we fire like this every day, the gun will need to be replaced once every half month. Qu Mingjun thought to himself in some disbelief.

  "The first task, three magazines per person, prone position with support single shot firing at 100 meters, free shooting." Instructor Li looked at his watch and gave the training team members their requirements.

  Fan Shaoxiao surprisingly also carried a box of bullets and a 95-style automatic rifle that he didn't know where he got it from, running to the farthest shooting position.

  Qu Mingjun and his men secured the three ammunition boxes they had brought with them on the spot, picked up their guns and went to their shooting positions.

  No one gave the order to fire, no one shouted "Fire!", everyone just heard Captain Li say a word and then started firing freely. However, each person still got a telescope, after shooting, they could still see the accuracy of their own shooting.

  "Damn it, today I can finally get used to it." Cui Ze adjusted his new gun, still not quite accustomed to the aiming posture, muttering to himself.

  "Want to compare?" Qu Mingjun suddenly remembered to take out his Type 81 automatic rifle next to Cui Ze.

  "Fine, just compare then." Cui Ze was nonchalant.

  "Then let's have 10 rounds and see who wins?" thought Qu Mingjun.

  "Fire!" Cui Ze didn't even turn his head, and hastily began aiming.

  "Bang——""Boom——"…

  It feels really good, the 95-style automatic rifle has much less recoil than the 81-style automatic rifle, and it feels great when aiming with the stock on my shoulder. Unfortunately, the ejection port is a bit too close to my face, and the smell of gunpowder is too strong. Qu Mingjun took a look at his target, hey, the shooting accuracy of the 95-style automatic rifle is really good. Hmm, let's take a look at Cui Ze's target again, haha.

  "How's that?" Qu Mingjun said with great satisfaction.

  "Today, if I lose, then I lose, and I'll admit it." Cui Ze said viciously.

  "Alright, I won't be polite then." Qu Mingjun thought for a moment and said, "Socks, clothes, and bags, all in one week, right?"

  "What socks clothes package a week?" Cui Ze dressed confused.

  "Isn't it you? You lost and you have to admit it, willing to gamble and willing to lose." Qu Mingjun's eyes widened.

  "Don't stare at me, be careful not to pop your eyeballs out." Cui Ze chuckled, "Did you say what the loser has to lose earlier? Did you?"

  "What?" Qu Mingjun thought carefully, damn it, indeed, he only said to try out, didn't say what the loser would lose. Let this kid run away. No, he did it on purpose, earlier when he hadn't even had a chance to say what was at stake, he started shooting already, damn it, he actually forgot.

  Qu Mingjun stomped his foot in frustration, while Cui Ze continued to chuckle to himself.