Chapter 92

Because there was no comparison, apart from Chen Gan, who understood the principles, the rest of the people, including Colonel Ma with his ten years of military service, felt that the fat man setting up this range for gun practice was merely a novelty.

Next, the ignorant Old Zhao made them realize the difference. Old Zhao and the fat man were simply not in the same league. No wonder the fat man had a calm and composed look on his face when Old Zhao provoked him. They finally understood a principle: comparing people is like throwing them away.

Old Zhao imitated the fat man, bending his body and moving quickly, shooting rapidly. It seemed like he was doing it for real. After switching sides and firing a couple of shots, the next shot he fired after switching back missed. It took him two shots to hit the stone. When he turned to shoot to the right, the sight began to wobble. He had to pause to aim, and the slow shooting speed was no match for the fat man's continuous shooting speed.

Who was right and who was wrong, who was more skilled, was clear to anyone who wasn't a fool.

Old Zhao had only completed half of the exercise. Even though the people around him didn't fully understand this training method, they could see the difference. To complete this rapid shooting training, Old Zhao would likely take a long time.

Out of the twenty shots from the twenty-round magazine, only fourteen stones were hit. The remaining Browning Hi-Power, due to the new magazine, had one round not properly loaded into the chamber, leaving only thirteen rounds in the magazine. If Old Zhao made any more mistakes, he might not even finish the remaining stones, instantly making him feel immense pressure. To improve accuracy, he had to slow down his pace.

He slung the empty twenty-round magazine on his back, took out the Browning, stopped moving forward, and only pulled the trigger when he was confident. At the end, he finally hit all the stones accurately. He turned off the safety on the Browning and eagerly asked Monkey, "How long did it take me?"

"Congratulations, it took you three minutes. Hehe, one minute equals sixty seconds, one second equals a hundred push-ups, six thousand in total." Monkey gloated, and to ensure Old Zhao understood, he even explained the relationship between minutes and seconds. These six thousand push-ups would likely leave him crippled!

"How is that possible? Did you get the timing wrong?" Old Zhao, though he didn't know what these six thousand push-ups meant, felt it wasn't a good thing and refused to accept the result.

"Heh, trying to deny it? So the people from your main unit are all scoundrels who don't admit defeat!" Little Li chimed in, mocking him.

"Who, who is denying it? Who is a scoundrel? You better explain yourself clearly. It's their watches that are wrong. Use Chen Gan's watch to time it, and it will definitely be accurate." Some people always defend their incompetence, like Old Zhao, who was indeed the best marksman in the division.

What does being a good marksman matter? It doesn't mean you can win in battle. This is something Old Zhao would never understand.

The fat man let him off, knowing that some people need to pay a price to realize their flaws. But this is the battlefield, and the next moment, the price might be a life.

"Old Zhao, finish these six thousand push-ups. That's an order!" Chen Gan's face darkened. He wasn't like Old Zhao, who didn't know his limits. He now realized that the evaluations of the fat man in the division headquarters were not exaggerated. The fat man was indeed capable.

"Chen Gan..." Old Zhao tried to plead, looking at Chen Gan with a pitiful expression, not expecting Chen Gan to treat him this way.

"Stop stalling, do it quickly!" Chen Gan was angry, regretting his decision to favor Old Zhao, who lacked responsibility. He feared a pig-like teammate more than a god-like opponent.

"Forget it, if you don't want to do it, don't." The fat man said indifferently, tossing the cigarette butt aside. He had given up on Old Zhao, who was beyond help.

"Little Li, help me time it, I'll give it a try." Monkey, sensing the fat man's indifference, felt uneasy. If the fat man gave up, he wouldn't last long in this war.

Little Li nodded and hurried over to take the watch. Colonel Ma and the others, including Chen Gan, the thief, and the driver, followed.

Old Zhao's face turned red, but he didn't show any intention of doing push-ups. If he did, it would mean he was conceding to the fat man.

Wang Yi, like everyone else, initially thought that the fat man, who completed the rapid shooting training in 43 seconds, was just a bit clever but not particularly impressive.

When the ignorant Old Zhao tried, the 43-second versus 180-second comparison was stark.

This was why Chen Gan, who always wanted to suppress the fat man, was now obediently preparing to follow the training. Sometimes, without a comparison, you wouldn't realize who the real gold is.

Wang Yi recalled the various events since meeting the fat man and realized he was indeed capable. No, her intuition told her that the fat man was more than just capable.

"Don't just stand there, let me teach you how to shoot. Give me your gun," the fat man said, walking over.

"Okay," Wang Yi, suddenly realizing, quickly took out the Browning and handed it to the fat man.

The little girl eagerly watched, getting closer to her goal of personally killing the enemy. She didn't want to miss any step.

"This gun has thirteen rounds in the magazine and one in the chamber, making it fourteen in total. It's a bit large for a girl, so it's best to hold it with both hands. I'll get you a smaller one when I have the chance. This is the safety... this is how you load it..." The fat man explained while handling the Browning Hi-Power, teaching Wang Yi how to operate the safety, load the gun, and introducing the features of the Browning Hi-Power.

After returning the gun to Wang Yi, she practiced the safety and loading procedures as the fat man had taught her. He then taught her the two ways to hold the gun with both hands, how to aim, how to change the magazine, and how to maintain the gun, advising her to always keep track of the ammunition in her mind to avoid panic in battle.

Wang Yi picked up the skills quickly, including shooting, but actually firing the gun was another matter.

After the fat man taught her the theory, he found a tree trunk about fifty meters away and had Wang Yi practice with live ammunition. The first shot startled her, and the powerful Browning almost slipped from her hand due to the recoil, making her consider using a scalpel for self-defense.

So after finishing one magazine, Wang Yi didn't continue with live shooting.

The fat man didn't push her, as long as she could shoot, and he didn't expect her to hit targets from a hundred steps away.

Moreover, her movements were quite standard. With more practice, her performance should improve.

While teaching Wang Yi, the fat man noticed the little girl watching intently, her eyes full of anticipation.

When the fat man loaded the magazine for Wang Yi, she secretly took a bullet and started fiddling with her own gun. Although the models were different, it didn't stop her. She removed the magazine but couldn't fit the bullet into it, realizing that the bullets for the two guns were not interchangeable.