章 3: Marksmanship Test

On the first day of the camp, recruits challenged the commander's marksmanship!

This message was like throwing a high-explosive grenade into the pool, which shook the entire training base into a stormy sea.

Moreover, the recruit was running and fainted from heatstroke, and the officer was a captain-level professional training officer. This contrast made the base cause an earthquake-like sensation.

Whether it was a soldier or other officers, they were stunned when they heard about the test and couldn't help feeling sorry for the soldier.

"It's not good to offend anyone. It's terrible if you manage to offend Chief Brandt. I heard that the commander used to win the top three in the army shooting competition."

"The recruits are not crazy, aren't they?"

"I would give up and go home rather than embarrass myself."

In any case, this is what people wanted to see. At nearly five o'clock, almost the entire training base went to the shooting range, hoping to see the ugly state of the recruit named Kyle.

"Kyle, you're too impulsive." Steve sighed again and again, "You don't even use guns, how can you compare your marksmanship to the officers who have been in the army for a long time? Now go back and apologize to Chief Brandt, maybe you can… …"

"Don't worry, after this competition, no one here will look down on us." The old part of Kyle was gone, he didn't even show the slightest sense of tension now.

Because he has already drawn the ability cards that can obtain the victory of this game!

...

Training base, wilderness shooting range.

On the audience platform of the shooting range, the soldiers in green uniforms and iron helmets were already densely standing, and many officers in military uniforms were also there to watch the excitement.

Chief Brandt took the first step to test a gun, while the female detective was still obsessed with her file book. Seeing that Steve brought Kyle into the arena, Chief Brandt waved his arm at the various equipment lined up on the table: "Here are all the rifles used by the American military, pick one for yourself."

Kyle nodded, but instead of walking towards the table, he approached the female detective and said with a smile, "I don't know what gun Detective Carter is using, can you lend me it for a bit?"

Detective Carter raised her head, and in the bright sunshine, the delicate face of a European and American, red lips, and fair skin, combined with a fully charming body.

Kyle only learned from Steve's mouth that the name of the female detective in front of him, Carter, was more beautiful than the one in the movie.

"Of course. But are you sure you want to use it in the competition?" Detective Carter said coldly as she took out the gun she was carrying. It was a black and exquisite pistol.

"Soldier, are you kidding me? Do you want to compare a pistol with a rifle?" Anger appeared on the face of Chief Brandt next to him.

Even if it is only a 50-meter target, can the accuracy of the pistol be compared to that of the rifle?

"Please lend me a hand," Kyle confirmed as he took the special pistol from Carter. The exquisite pistol seemed to be tailor-made for women. It is undoubtedly a hot weapon that can kill people.

"Good gun." Kyle praised and began to swing the pistol in his hand.

"Three shots will do. You don't need to waste the bullets of the national army on you." Chief Brandt said, pulling the safety of the rifle in his hand and walking onto the shooting platform.

"Three shots are three shots. Sir, please shoot first." Kyle said with a smile and made a gentlemanly gesture of invitation.

"Young man living in a greenhouse, let me show you what marksmanship is."

Chief Brandt moved quickly, holding the lower end of the gun quickly, and after a few seconds of aiming, he shot three shots at the target fifty meters away.

After the shooting, he stood up satisfied. Shooting a 50-meter target with a rifle is the basis. With more than 20 years of shooting experience in the army, it is not difficult at all.

Soon, the trainer reported back the results of the target shooting: "Sir Brandt. 50-meter target, two rounds center bullseye, and one round almost center of the bullseye, a total of twenty-nine points!"

Twenty-nine points, almost perfect!

The onlookers at the shooting range exclaimed. Chief Brandt was satisfied, but his expression remained slightly serious.

"As expected of a person skilled in rifles." Kyle shrugged and walked to the shooting platform on his own.

He lived in a peaceful era in his previous life, and he never even touched a pistol, let alone a pistol. But now, after using a card related to pistol mastery skills, with a pistol in hand, an unprecedented sense of familiarity arises spontaneously.

Looking at the target in the distance, Kyle's movements were not very smooth, but he still raised his arm, and within less than half a second, aimed and fired three consecutive shots!

"It looks pretty familiar." Chief Brandt shook his head. Fifty meters was already a long-range target for a pistol. It was much harder than a rifle.

If Kyle wants to win, he can only hit the bullseye in all three rounds. The probability of this is almost zero for a fresh recruit.

Sure enough, the trainer checked the 50-meter target for a while and then reported loudly: "Soldier Kyle. 50-meter target, all three rounds in the air, the score is 0."

The shooting range was silent, and then the audience burst into laughter.