Chapter 27

Wang Yuan was originally an ancient martial artist; even if he really carried a fifty-pound weight and ran five kilometers, he would only be a bit tired at most. But now, he was not only not tired, but also felt extremely comfortable.

Mo Wen smiled helplessly, naturally knowing that Wang Yuan was talking about Zhang Lizheng. He did not expect that such a serious person would use such means to protect his subordinates, and it seemed that this was not the first time he had done so. Otherwise, it would not have been possible for him to quickly bring out ten fake backpacks.

He must have been well-prepared beforehand; otherwise, even if he wanted to cover up for the students in an emergency, it would not have been possible to prepare so thoroughly.

As the night grew darker, there were still dozens of figures moving on the track. An hour had passed, and in the end, everyone was almost crawling.

At this speed, it would take at least two to three hours to complete the five-kilometer run with the weight.

As for Class 9, although they had no pressure and could easily finish the run, they still stayed on the track to pretend, naturally to prevent the people from the 4th Company of the 3rd Battalion from noticing anything unusual.

Moreover, they were very willing to continue being "tortured" on the track, as they could enjoy the sight of the 4th Company of the 3rd Battalion being exhausted like dead dogs.

It was not until 9 PM that everyone gradually completed the five-kilometer run with the weight. The people from the 4th Company of the 3rd Battalion fell to the ground, unable to even crawl, drenched in sweat as if they had just been fished out of water.

The people from the 9th Class of the 4th Battalion also fell to the ground, pretending to be dead, gasping and moaning. Although they had not even broken a sweat, who could see in the dark?

After completing the five-kilometer run with the weight, Zhang Lizheng's adjutant ordered a dozen soldiers to take away the backpacks. Everyone tacitly understood.

In the following week, the military training gradually became more standardized, and the training programs increased. One could say that the hard days had just begun.

But after the previous punishment, the people from Class 9 were particularly obedient to Zhang Lizheng's orders and trained very diligently and earnestly, gradually becoming the best class in the 3rd Battalion of the 4th Regiment.

There are naturally all kinds of competitions among soldiers, between different battalions, different companies within the same battalion, and even between different classes within the same company.

For Class 9 of the 3rd Battalion to stand out in the 3rd Battalion, they had to defeat the other nine classes to earn this honor.

In terms of standing at attention and marching, Class 9 was the most orderly and standardized.

In terms of combat skills, Class 9 had the highest level.

In the 400-meter obstacle course, Class 9 had the highest average score.

In military knowledge and survival skills, Class 9 learned the fastest.

In the first week of military training, the class that fought and brawled the most actually earned the most honors.

Today, they began training in shooting, which is an essential part of military training. Although some people might only touch a gun a few times in their entire military career and rarely use it afterward, shooting is a standard for measuring one's overall quality.

Mo Wen played with the pistol in his hand, his fingers moving swiftly. In just a few seconds, he disassembled the pistol into its most basic parts.

Then he began to reassemble it. In no time, in about three breaths, a complete pistol appeared in his hand.

Yesterday, the instructor had taught them the principles and structure of firearms and demonstrated the disassembly and reassembly of a pistol. Today, as soon as he touched the gun, Mo Wen had mastered it completely.

Having lived two lives, Mo Wen's intelligence and emotional quotient were far beyond the average person. His insight and learning ability far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Especially after practicing the Heavenly Subtle Hands technique, his hands were agile and swift, and he could disassemble and reassemble firearms at an incredible speed.

Pulling the safety, Mo Wen raised his hand and fired a shot at the target fifty meters away. A hot wind rushed out of the barrel, and the bullet was fired.

Almost simultaneously, a bullet hole appeared in the center of the bullseye on the distant target.

Mo Wen squinted slightly. This was the first time he had personally experienced the power of a pistol. Its explosive force, speed, and penetration were terrifying, and it still posed a significant threat to him.

The legendary doctor Mo Wen of the past might have been able to form a protective aura to defend against bullets, but with his current level of cultivation, facing firearms would be a fatal danger.

Moreover, a pistol was just the most basic firearm. There were also rifles, machine guns, and the most lethal sniper rifles. Once caught in a hail of bullets, the outcome would be certain death.

"Good shooting."

A voice of admiration suddenly sounded from nearby. Instructor Zhang Lizheng walked over with a somewhat strange expression, looking at Mo Wen and asking, "Have you practiced shooting before?"

Just as Mo Wen fired, it happened to catch his eye. His movements were natural and smooth, without any hesitation. He raised his hand and fired a shot, hitting the bullseye. This was definitely the result of extensive training, something he might not even be able to do.

Mo Wen smiled slightly, neither confirming nor denying.

He had not practiced shooting, but he had practiced throwing darts, a weapon that could take a life from a hundred steps away. Practicing darts was much more difficult than practicing shooting. He had endured a lot of hardship to learn the dart-throwing technique from an old martial arts master.

With his control and insight over darts, practicing shooting was a piece of cake.

"Your shooting is excellent, comparable to professional level."

Zhang Lizheng looked at Mo Wen with a meaningful gaze, now curious about his identity. A person so familiar with firearms, who could he be? Although there were many possibilities, it was certain that this student named Mo Wen was not simple.

Moreover, he was one of the people who fought in the cafeteria. The others had some injuries, but he and Wang Yuan did not. In such a chaotic group fight, to remain unscathed, his combat skills must also be quite remarkable.

"I am just sensitive to the use of firearms and have not received specialized training," Mo Wen said truthfully.

Zhang Lizheng smiled without comment. He was not the type to pry into others' secrets; everyone has their secrets.

"In two weeks, there will be a battalion competition. The four new recruit battalions will gather to exchange training results and compete in professional skills. In short, it's a competition between battalions to determine who is the best and to save face."

"Perhaps, you can bring honor to our 4th Battalion."

Zhang Lizheng looked deeply at Mo Wen and then turned and left.

Mo Wen touched his chin, shrugging helplessly. He did not care much about the honor of the battalion. Although he was still a young and passionate teenager, he had experienced a lot, and many things had become less important to him.

He had heard of the battalion competition; in the later stages of military training, it was customary for different battalions to have a major competition to determine the best training battalion. The students who contributed to this would receive a certificate of honor and have it recorded in their files.

The 19th Group Army had four training battalions, one female battalion, and three male battalions, totaling over two thousand people. To stand out among over two thousand people and outshine others was no easy task.

After all, the students of Huaxia University were full of hidden talents, and there were no shortage of extraordinary students. Who knew what powerful figures might be hiding among them. For example, Wang Yuan was a hidden ancient martial artist and his top bunk roommate.

Mo Wen believed that there were probably more people like Wang Yuan in the military district, but he did not know their levels yet.