Chapter 47 of Volume 1: The Feel of a Sniper Rifle

  Fan Shao and his team were very considerate, the new camouflage uniforms they had just distributed to everyone were placed on another car pulling a rubber boat, along with some clean white towels and other utensils. The team members climbed onto the car, laughing and joking as they took off their clothes, dried themselves off, and put on their new clothes, so that their bodies wouldn't catch cold on the way back.

  "You're quite pale." Chui Ze suddenly blurted out a sentence as he drove.

  "What?" Qu Mingjun didn't understand what Cui Ze was saying again.

  "Hehehe... " Cui Ze sneered.

  "Hahaha......" The car was filled with laughter.

  "Damn it!" Qu Mingjun's face turned red after he reacted, and he cursed out Choi Tae-oh's catchphrase, indeed, those who are close to ink are black.

  It's rare to see Qu Mingjun so flustered, Cui Ze is delighted.

  After everyone returned to the team, it was almost eight o'clock. Everyone followed Captain Fan's arrangement and took a hot shower first, then went to the cafeteria for dinner, each drinking a bowl of ginger soup. This Captain Fan is quite considerate, everyone felt warm in their hearts after drinking it. In fact, training is like this, no instructor wants his soldiers to be non-combat casualties, except during extreme testing, but normal training is strict, however not as harsh and inhumane as some people imagine.

  By now, Qu Mingjun thought that his sneaking out for a swim would be over and done with, but who would have thought that after dinner, the training team assembled in front of the building to prepare for their afternoon training session, when Fan Shaoxiao once again called out his name and criticized him.

  "No matter what your intention is, no matter what reason you have, you cannot erase the mistake of disobeying the instructor's order. You must remember that regardless of your identity, first and foremost, you are a soldier. A soldier's duty is to obey orders, I think this is the education you received from the moment you enlisted. I don't want to say more, I'm not your political instructor, it's not my responsibility to do ideological work with you. In short, you, Qu Mingjun, and all of you present here, remember that there are no second chances, only one chance. Today's incident of violating orders is considered over, but if anyone disobeys the instructor's order again, regardless of how good your character is, please leave immediately and go back to where you came from. Do you understand?"

  "Understood!" Nineteen people shouted in unison.

  "And there's Qu Mingjun, your substitute player is doing quite well, I was originally planning to let you return to the official team in a couple of days, but now I think it's better for you to continue as a substitute."

  Fan Shaoxiao was still being very considerate of Qu Mingjun, as he had already been relegated to the reserve list. This second public act of disobedience would have been enough to expel him from the training camp. Qu Mingjun himself understood this in his heart, so when Fan Shaoxiao publicly criticized him, not only did he not feel resentful, but he was instead very grateful.

  The training unfolded day by day, and for the first half month, everyone could feel like they had shed a layer of skin every day. After training, almost everyone's only thought was to lie down on their bed and sleep well. But the instructors tried every means, whether it was massage or drinking some kind of nutrient solution, to make sure that by the next day, you would be able to continue with full energy into the rigorous training.

  The military grand competition is getting closer to the end of October, and the instructors have already received the news that this grand competition will be in the form of individual competitions without team cooperation content, but the final scores of all individuals will be counted as the score of the college representative team. As for the specific projects, the instructors have not yet inquired about them, but it is said that they have been training on these contents within the scope of the grand competition, which makes Fang Shaojie and Li Instructor hold meetings with experts from various teaching and research departments every day after organizing training to study the training projects and content, and calculate the possible content of the military grand competition.

  In this period of training, seven team members dropped out of the training camp one after another. Some were due to physical injuries and some were due to reasons related to their training performance. Fortunately, four people from Team 14, Qu Mingjun, Cui Ze, Guo Xiangyang, and Feng Shaojun remained in the training camp. However, Qu Mingjun was always on the reserve list, while the other three entered the official list.

  For Qu Mingjun, every time he parted with his comrades in the training team was painful, but in this pain, people gradually matured.

  Qu Mingjun and the other twelve people's regular training classes have all been suspended, and Fan Shao has asked them to devote themselves fully to the military training for the various competitions. The training has become more professional and targeted. Weapons are no longer limited to 95-style automatic rifles, but also include training with more single-soldier light weapons, such as pistols, light machine guns, sniper rifles, etc.

  Today was another routine shooting practice, as Captain Fan said, all the gods of guns are fed with bullets, and if you can't find the gun sense, it's just a fool to talk about accurate aiming. In recent days, Qu Mingjun has been wondering if he will finish all the bullets in his life, often shooting every day, one box per person, one dozen is half a day, after finishing, you can go and get more, but if you don't finish, even if it's dark, you have to continue training. Now there are also scores, if you shoot badly, you'll have to get another box of bullets.

  Such high-intensity training directly led to the 95-style automatic rifle of Qu Mingjun's training team being replaced with a new gun, simply because too many bullets were fired, resulting in significant wear and tear on the barrel, making it impossible for the firearm to meet the accuracy requirements.

  Qu Mingjun tightened the QBU-88 5.8mm sniper rifle in his hand and lay down on the shooting position to aim, which is also the latest sniper rifle developed by our army for the first time equipped with the garrison troops. It seems that this military competition, various land academies are completely considering meeting the needs of the future in terms of weapons.

  Sniper rifle is also a topic that Qiu Mingjun has not touched since he joined the army, but Qiu Mingjun likes this new type of sniper rifle very much, especially when using a scope that can be enlarged nine times, the world seems to have been magnified in his eyes.

  Although he liked it, Qu Mingjun, who had always been good at shooting, seemed to have lost his feel for the sniper rifle all of a sudden. His shooting results were sometimes good and sometimes bad, very unstable. When he was doing well, he could hit ten rings in the 200-meter small ring target shooting, but when he was doing poorly, he would often miss the target completely in the 100-meter ordinary target shooting.

  Fan Shao was greatly puzzled and couldn't figure it out. He had once taken Qu Mingjun's sniper rifle and fired several magazines, finding that this was indeed a new gun, and the correction of the firearm wasn't a problem at all. This could only mean that the problem lay with Qu Mingjun himself. But what on earth was wrong with this kid? If he couldn't find out where the problem lay no matter what, then in the end Qu Mingjun would have to stay in reserve.

  "Lao Li, have you noticed that Qu Mingjun's shooting scores seem to follow some sort of pattern?" After several days of observation, Captain Fan seemed to have caught on to something.

  "Hmm? Is there any pattern to his erratic performance?" Captain Li wondered.

  "Watch closely." Captain Fan smiled mysteriously and walked towards Qu Mingjun's shooting position.

  Qu Mingjun was taking aim, but couldn't focus, and clearly heard the footsteps behind him, and could even tell that it was Fan Shao coming over.

  Fan Shao sat cross-legged next to Qu Mingjun, picked up the binoculars assigned to Qu Mingjun, and looked at the target in front of him.

  Qū Míng Jùn suddenly felt his mind go blank, all sense of gun feel and aiming flew out of his brain, empty and aimless.

  I'm going to hit it hard, I must hit it hard. Fan Shao is watching, he's watching, I must hit it hard, hit it hard...

  Qu Mingjun's mind was a mess, and before he knew it, "Bang!" A shot had been fired. Fan Shaobo furrowed his brow, "Missed the target?"

  What? Missed again! Qu Mingjun was very disappointed. Why does he always make mistakes when trying to impress Captain Fan?

  Fan Shao didn't say anything else, put down the telescope and walked back to Li Shangwei's side.

  "See?" Captain Fan hinted at Qu Mingjun who was regretting.

  "What did you see? A fleeing target?" Captain Li was still puzzled.

  "Haven't you figured it out yet? This kid will go blind as long as we two stand behind him." Fan Shaojie picked up the water bottle and took a sip.

  "What? Don't be ridiculous. It's impossible, he's always been good with other guns. Look at his scores for the 95 rifle and 92 handgun, they're not bad, and we've stood behind him without any issues either. It's just this 88 sniper rifle, I think you're underestimating it, it must still be a problem with his gun sense, after all, he hasn't had much time to get used to the sniper rifle." Captain Li shook his head in disbelief.

  "What you're saying is problematic! What's this 'gun sense' you speak of? Someone who can shoot well with a 95 rifle will suddenly be unable to hit anything with an 88 sniper rifle? And it's not like this kid always shoots poorly, sometimes his scores with the 88 sniper are actually quite good." Captain Fan sneered at Major Li, "I think this kid just has psychological issues. I reckon the first time he shot the 88 sniper he didn't know what to do and was probably intimidated by us two or something, as long as we stand behind him he can't shoot well. Now it's become a habit."

  "...then I'll go and tell him, let him put down the psychological burden." Captain Li deliberated for a moment, anyway, regardless of whether Major Fan guessed correctly or not, he had to prevent it from happening in advance. So he proposed.

  "Don't go, I have a way to deal with him." Fan Shaoxiao smiled mysteriously.

  Seeing Fan Shaoxiao leave, Qu Mingjun let out a long sigh, looking very disappointed. This time, Fan Shaoxiao didn't scold him or teach him anything, he just came, looked and left.

  This made Qu Mingjun's mind even more suffocated, what was wrong with himself? How could he not shoot well with this broken sniper rifle? Especially at critical moments, it was extremely, very, super embarrassing.