Chapter 9

  Ping~ping~ping~ping~ping...... With the continuous gunfire, the head of the paper target 15 meters in front had been shot to pieces. Ping~ping~ The last two shots opened a hole on the chest of the paper target. Putting down the gun on the shooting rack, shaking off the numbness from the recoil. 'Haven't fired a gun for a long time, just can't do it anymore.'

  "You little scamp, you've been resting for almost half a year now, and your marksmanship is still this good." As the voice faded away, I turned my head to find that Mountain Bear was walking towards me.

  "It's still a step back, floated 3 shots." I said faintly in explanation.

  "Ah!!!!!" The mountain bear let out a single note of exclamation, its eyes wide open.

  "Can't you see? I'm pointing at the three bullet holes on the distant bulletproof wall."

  "No, I really don't know how your eyes are so good, you can even see such a small hole." The mountain bear shook his big head and said to me in that huge roar.

  "Is there something going on? Has the decision from the previous days' handling come down?" The mountain bear has been coming over to find me less and less often, just leaving me here to practice my gun. "Maybe it's about to set off soon," I vaguely explained to myself.

  "Let's just drop it, you're a good kid and nothing much happened anyway. Just remember this as a warning, being a battle hero is great after all."

  "Am I a hero?" A faint question arose in his mind. "Actually, if I had a choice, I wouldn't want to be a hero."

  "What are you talking about? Don't ever say something like that again, or others will hear it and report it to the higher-ups, and you'll be taken to a military tribunal. By the way, I didn't dare ask you those few days, if I hadn't gone, would you have opened fire?"

  "What do you think?" He threw the question back at Shan Xiong, holstered his gun, picked up the remaining bullets, and prepared to return them to the armory.

  "Wait, I just arrived, don't go. Even if you leave, leave the bullets behind and let me have some fun, it's been days since I last fired a gun. I went to get bullets, but that guy in charge of the warehouse wouldn't give them to me, but you're different, you got 2 boxes out right away." He casually handed over the bullets and walked back to the officer's quarters as he heard the sound of gunfire.

  As I walk on the road, I start to think, are heroes really that great? Although when I go to receive bullets, the stingy administrator has never refused me, always giving as much as I need. Although my room is never cleaned by myself, there's always someone who cleans it up for me when I'm not paying attention. But, are heroes really that great?

  Pushing open the door, what came into view was a spotless room and a soldier who hadn't had time to leave.

  "Ah!! You're back, wait, I'm leaving right away." Hearing his fearful voice, he couldn't help but want to laugh. 'Am I really that scary?'

  Walked to the bedside, sat down, patted the position beside me and gestured for him to sit down. "Sit down, I won't eat you." Seeing that he still hadn't sat down, I could only speak up to urge him on.

  "Ah," he sat down with a resolute determination, "Heaven", I began to lament in my heart, am I really that terrifying?

  Without saying a word, he slowly stood up, pulled out his pistol, and cocked it. His terrified eyes watched as I slowly raised the gun, then pointed it at the door. "Rather than worrying about your comrades outside, why don't you come in and take a closer look? My patience is limited; if you don't enter, I'll fire my gun. I can say that you're intentionally attacking me." I coldly spoke out my threat against the door. Since they wanted to be afraid of me, let them be on tenterhooks once again.

  The door opened and two more people came in, one of whom I had seen before - the young fellow who had stopped me during new recruit training. "We... we'll leave right away," said the familiar person.

  In front of him, he pulled out the magazine from the pistol, then pulled out the bullets in the barrel, and threw the gun on the table. "Now you're not afraid of me, we can have a good chat."

  "Okay, okay", still very afraid.

  "I'd like to know why you all always come here to help me clean my room." Since no one was speaking up, I figured I'd start things off.

  "It's just respect for you." Look, I'm not that scary, the first person to come in can already say complete sentences. Since you respect me, help you guys take a shortcut.

  "Are you respecting me? Then let me ask you, how many of you are snipers?"

  As I saw all three of them nodding, I knew they were all snipers. "Are you guys thinking of switching to anti-materiel rifles?"

  He nodded again, actually, it's hard to know that, but since you respect me, I'll teach you a bit of my experience. "Let's go, come with me." He casually put the handgun on the table into his gun bag, and under their puzzled eyes, he led them to the equipment warehouse.

  "Officer, the things in here can't be taken out just like that." A kind-hearted guy wanted to remind me, looks like he didn't want to lose face himself.

  "Don't call me officer, if you're happy, you can directly call my name, I believe you also know what I'm called. My friends usually call me, Hayabusa."

  "Oh, Officer Wang is great." Nowadays people are all like wooden sticks.

  "I took a recoilless anti-tank rifle, the heavy type that I've been using for a long time. Also take a common small-caliber one and give me a box of bullets." Under the incredulous gaze of the people around me, I signed and received what I needed. I casually threw the things to the person behind me to hold. It seemed like I remembered something again, "If possible, also give me a squad-use machine gun, two ammunition drums, Lieutenant Li will come to help me return it to you later." Under the complaining gaze of the armorer, I signed. Then I took three people and walked to the shooting range.

  "I knew you were a good brother, what's this? You want to bring in new people today?" Mountain Bear happily took over the submachine gun from the person next to me, I really don't know what's wrong with this guy, isn't the gunfire on the battlefield enough for him usually?

  "You, stay here and don't move, let's teach them a lesson together." No way you're leaving.

  He casually picked up the anti-material rifle behind him, adjusted it, loaded the bullets, and threw it to the person behind him "Try firing a shot."

  Looking at the person who received the gun, he was using a standing posture to aim, and I didn't point it out to him. Boom! With the dull sound of the gunshot, the shooter had already been pushed to the ground by the huge recoil. I slowly walked over, helped him up, and patted the dirt off his body. "Anti-material rifles have a lot of recoil, newcomers will even feel pain in their shoulders when shooting from a prone position, let alone standing."

  At this time, a deafening gunshot sounded from the side. Turning his head around, he found that it was Mountain Bear who had already started firing wildly with his gun. He turned back to face their puzzled eyes and said, "Of course, that weird power guy doesn't count. You guys shouldn't laugh yet. Do you know how many shooting methods a heavy machine gun has?"

  Look at them shaking their heads, with a bewildered expression "One is prone to shoulder, just like our prone shooting, and the other is, as you see, standing to waist. However, if you want to stand to waist, then it's impossible to aim, do you know?" Still nodding in confusion, how can people nowadays be so stupid...

  "Alright, that's all I have to say. You should start with ordinary guns and try using anti-materiel sniper rifles only when you can control the recoil proficiently. Also, once you're on the battlefield, unless you're absolutely sure, it's best to fire a shot and change locations immediately. After all, snipers are hated by both sides and will be eliminated at the first opportunity." They nodded in confusion, but I knew they didn't believe me, just like how I didn't believe my instructor back then. "You'll understand what I mean when you survive your first battle," I thought to myself, but didn't say it out loud.

  "You're still playing, I'm going back. Help me teach them how to survive on the battlefield, share all your experience with them, and remember to return the gun." With one kick, he knocked down the mountain bear, giving him a faint order as he lay on the ground.

  "Alright, listen to me, this is real experience, not like that cockroach's life guy, I'm the one who fought my way out with blood and fire, listening to me won't go wrong......" As he walked away, he heard that dead bear shouting again, "Cockroach's life?" He repeated his words in his heart, shaking his head, bitter smile, it seems he really is a cockroach's life after all.......

  Time keeps going... Another week has passed, and during this time, I've been constantly teaching those newbies how to use their weapons. They're not as afraid of me anymore.

  "Looking at the photo of Ouyang in my hand, I don't know if I'm talking to her or praying for myself. "Ouyang, did you see? They're not as afraid of me as before, so don't worry, I'll try my best to survive. The mountain bear came by earlier and told me we'll be leaving soon. Don't worry, I'll return safely. Also, if you miss me, just call me over, I'd be happy to come find you. And one more thing, don't get the mountain bear to come with me too, he's not married yet. One last thing, I think of you..."