Qin Yuan shook his head coldly, his voice cutting into Zhang Chu's heart like a sharp blade: "Zhang Chu, actual combat is not a game, and I won't give you a second chance. You have to understand that every bullet is related to life and death. Your condition is not good? Will the enemy give you time to adjust your condition? If it was the battlefield just now, your marksmanship did not even have the ability to protect your comrades, let alone perform tasks!"

Zhang Chu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his eyes full of struggle. He had never felt so frustrated. The 73 Ring's score was far lower than he imagined, and Qin Yuan's calmness and sternness made him feel even more ashamed.

"Instructor, I——"

Qin Yuan did not let him continue, but just reached out and pressed his shoulder with deep eyes: "Zhang Chu, your heart is too anxious. You are eager to prove yourself, that's right. But your eagerness has made you lose your accuracy and calmness. If you want to go to the battlefield and inherit your father's legacy, you must be qualified first. Today's results tell me that you are not enough. It's not that I don't give you a chance, but that you are not ready yet."

Zhang Chu lowered his head and was silent for a long time. The stubbornness and unwillingness in his eyes were gradually replaced by self-blame and regret.

Qin Yuan let go of his hand and his tone eased a little: "Go back and think about it carefully. Your road is still long and cannot be determined by a training session. Remember, what you want is not just to prove yourself, but also to protect your comrades, complete the task, and come back alive. Do you understand?"

Zhang Chu nodded and his voice was deep: "Yes, instructor."

Back at the dormitory, Zhang Chu locked himself next to the bed and sat quietly. Every detail on the training ground and Qin Yuan's heavy words were constantly replaying in his mind - "Your urgency has made you lose your accuracy and calmness."

He finally realized that he was not only competing with the target, but also competing with his heart. If he could not even calm down his inner impetuousness, how could he deal with it calmly on the battlefield?

Zhang Chu clenched his fists and his eyes became more firm: "I will not give up, nor will I let myself stop here forever... Next time, I will definitely do it."

The next day, the shooting range was still filled with a faint smell of gunpowder smoke, and the daily training of the recruit company was carried out as usual. Zhang Chu stood in the shooting area early, staring at the target, but seemed absent-minded. He hardly slept much last night, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he would think of his failure. The score of the 73 ring was like a thorn, deeply rooted in his heart.

He knew that his ability was not bad, but the continuous mistakes made him realize that he might be missing something - the calmness and precision that Qin Yuan said. But even so, he still felt a little unwilling to accept it, and he always felt that the goal of the ninety-ring ring was almost harsh, and even those veterans might not be able to do it easily.

Just as Zhang Chu was thinking about it secretly, he suddenly heard a familiar laugh from the other end of the shooting range.

"Yue Ming, don't be nervous. I heard that the instructor said yesterday that you want to try the 90 ring task? If you can't get the 90 ring, I will have to make fun of you for a few days!" Duan Jinglin smiled and patted Yue Ming on the shoulder with teasing in his eyes.

Yue Ming smiled slightly, his tone was calm but confident: "Brother Jinglin, stop kidding. You are the 'golden finger' on the shooting range. I have no hope of hitting it higher than you, but the ninety rings are not difficult for me."

Zhang Chu stood not far away. After hearing the conversation between the two, he frowned slightly and turned to look at them. He thought unconvincedly: Yue Ming has only trained for a few more months than me, so confident? Duan Jinglin is a veteran, of course he is powerful. But can he fight every time the Ninety Ring Road? He brags.

Qin Yuan was standing beside them at this time and said lightly: "Okay, stop talking nonsense. Duan Jinglin, come first and let Zhang Chu see what real accuracy means."

Duan Jinglin smiled and walked to the target without hesitation. He raised his rifle, focused his eyes, and made his movements in one go, as calm as a machine. After the breathing adjustment was completed, he pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Ten consecutive bullets shot out accurately.

Zhang Chu stood aside, staring at the display screen with a vague expectation in his heart - maybe Duan Jinglin would have made several mistakes this time, so he can't be so amazing every time, right?

Soon, the numbers on the score display were refreshed: 98 rings.

The shooting range was silent for a few seconds. The other recruits took a breath, while Zhang Chu's eyes widened and looked at the screen in disbelief.

Duan Jinglin smiled and turned around, put the gun on his shoulder, raised an eyebrow at Zhang Chu: "How about it, boy, have you seen it? 98 rings, can you barely get through it?"

Zhang Chu twitched the corner of his mouth and barely squeezed out a sentence: "This... will you perform well this time?"

After hearing this, Duan Jinglin laughed: "Perform well? Do you think this is a coincidence? Not to mention the 98 ring, even the 95 ring is above, I can shoot it steadily. The instructor asked us to practice these basics, not to waste bullets, but to let you understand what real precise shooting is."

The expression on Zhang Chu's face was a little stiff. He turned his head to look at Qin Yuan unwillingly: "Instructor, he is a veteran, so this kind of achievement is not surprising. But Yue Ming only trained several months more than me, can he do it?"

Qin Yuan looked at him with a smile: "You can take a look at it yourself."

At this time, Yue Ming had already taken the gun and stood in front of the target. He didn't say much, but just raised the gun calmly and adjusted his posture, as if everything around him had disappeared. His eyes were as focused as an eagle staring at his prey, and every aim was extremely accurate.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" There were also ten bullets, neat, as if there was no hesitation.

Zhang Chu stared at the display nervously, and involuntarily prayed in his heart: It’s not that high ring number again, Yue Ming must not be that powerful...

However, when the results on the screen were refreshed, his head "buzzed" and almost suspected that he had read it wrong.

95 rings.

Zhang Chu was stunned and froze in place. He couldn't believe that Yue Ming could score such a high score, and was stable above the 95th ring!

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Other recruits on the shooting range talked quietly:

"Wow, Yue Ming is too stable! Is this a result that a recruit can achieve?"

"It's true that he is the Sanda champion. Not only is he in good physical condition, but he is also so awesome in shooting!"

"Zhang Chu only played 73 rings yesterday. Compared with Yue Ming, the difference is not a little bit..."

Zhang Chu was feeling a little worried when he heard these comments. He turned to look at Yue Ming, trying to find some reason: "Yue Ming, are you lucky? If you fight again, maybe..."

Yue Ming put down his gun and smiled faintly at him, his tone was calm but firm: "Zhang Chu, it's not luck, it's basic skills. He practices shooting training every day, accuracy comes from stability, and stability comes from mentality. Your impatientness makes your hands tremble, not the problem of gun."

Qin Yuan sneered beside him and hugged his hands in front of his chest: "Zhang Chu, have you seen it clearly? Yesterday you thought the Ninety Rings was a harsh goal, but in my eyes, this is just the foundation. If you can't even achieve this and still want to go to the front line to perform tasks? I said that there is no need for impetuous soldiers on the battlefield."

Zhang Chu's face changed a few times. He clenched his fists, lowered his head, and did not speak. He knew in his heart that Qin Yuan and Yue Ming were right, that he was indeed impetuous and lacked real calmness. The frustration of last night and the blow today overlapped with the extremely conflicted inside him, but more of a shame.

Qin Yuan did not continue to force him, but patted him on the shoulder, his tone less cold and hard: "Zhang Chu, don't feel embarrassed. You have the ability, but your ability is achieved by grinding a little bit. You are not the first person to be hit, but whether you can stand up from the blow depends on yourself."

Zhang Chu raised his head, and there was a light that was unyielding in his eyes: "Instructor, I know what's wrong with me. Give me time and I will definitely be able to beat the ninety rings or above!"

Qin Yuan nodded, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Very good, I'll wait. Don't let me wait too long."

As night fell, the dormitory of the recruit company gradually became quiet. Many recruits were exhausted due to the day of training and soon fell asleep. Only Zhang Chu, who was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, his mind was filled with scenes on the shooting range during the day.

Duan Jinglin's 98 rings, Yue Ming's 95 rings, and the dazzling numbers were pierced in his heart like nails. He clenched his fists, and his heart was filled with a strong unwillingness, but he also understood that relying on his unyielding emotions could not change anything. Qin Yuan's words were still echoing in his ears: "Shooting requires precision and calmness, not impetuousness and luck." These words were like a knife, cleaving the deep problems in his heart clearly.

He closed his eyes, but could not calm down, and his thoughts were in chaos.

"Is it really my problem?" he murmured to himself, his eyes gradually becoming complicated.

Finally, Zhang Chu gritted his teeth and sat up from the bed. He looked down at Yue Ming who was sleeping beside him. He struggled for a while, and finally pushed him gently: "Yue Ming, wake up, I have something to tell you."

Yue Ming rubbed his eyes and sat up in a daze. Seeing that it was Zhang Chu, he frowned: "It's so late, what can't be said tomorrow?"

Zhang Chu lowered his voice, his eyes with a little hesitation, but more of a firmness: "I want to ask you about shooting. Can you... teach me?"

This sentence seemed to have exhausted all Zhang Chu's self-esteem. He has never been a person who would bow his head easily, but at this moment, he must admit that Yue Ming's achievements are his goal to catch up with, and he needs Yue Ming's help.

Yue Ming was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect Zhang Chu to speak on his own initiative. He looked at Zhang Chu's expression and understood that this guy who had always been arrogant was struggling between self-esteem and desire at this moment. He did not laugh or refuse, but looked at Zhang Chu seriously and said, "Okay. Since you are willing to ask, I will tell you. But I will make it clear first, there is no shortcut."

Zhang Chu pursed his lips and nodded, "I know. As long as I can improve, I am willing to do anything."

Yue Ming sighed and leaned against the bed, his tone was calm but with a hint of sharpness: "Zhang Chu, shooting cannot be practiced in one or two days. This thing is simple and difficult, and the most important thing is stability. Do you know why you can't hit it accurately? Because your heart is unstable and your movements are not stable."

Zhang Chu frowned: "My heart is unstable? Movement is unstable?"

"Yes," Yue Ming nodded, "Whenever you aim, do you always think about 'This shot must be played well'. As a result, the more you think about it, the more nervous you make a mistake?"

Zhang Chu was stunned. When he recalled yesterday's shooting, he was indeed like this. Every time he pulled the trigger, his mind was filled with the target of "Ninety Rings", but his hands were trembling because of his nervousness. He smiled bitterly: "It's true."

"That's your problem." Yue Ming looked at him, his tone getting a little more serious. "The most important thing in shooting is to focus, not be obsessed with the results. You must focus on movements and rhythm, not on scores. You must treat each bullet as the only one, instead of thinking that there will be a chance after this shot."

Zhang Chu nodded, not understanding, but still a little confused: "But why are you so stable? I see that when you aim, you are like playing, and you are not nervous at all."

Yue Ming smiled, his tone with a hint of helplessness: "Stability is practiced, not pretending. Do you think I could play 95 rings when I first practice shooting? I can't do it. What the instructor taught me is very simple: no basic skill is missing, even the most boring training, such as standing posture, breathing control, gun posture, and trigger pulling. I have repeated these many times. You seem boring, but these details are the fundamentals that determine everything."

Zhang Chu was silent. He knew that Yue Ming was right, but he still struggled a little in his heart: "Then I can practice shooting hard now, but there must be a point, right?"

Yue Ming shook his head: "Zhang Chu, it's useless to practice guns. Shooting is part of the entire training system. Your physical fitness, mentality, concentration, and these will affect your grades. You think you have good physical fitness, but have you noticed that many times, your breathing is not well controlled? After running or training, your hands will tremble and even stand unsteadily. This is a physical fitness problem."

Zhang Chu was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he had indeed ignored these details. He was indeed a strong soldier, but many times, he always felt that shooting and physical fitness were separated, but he did not expect that the two were closely related.

"So," Yue Ming continued, "If you want to improve your shooting level, it is not just as simple as firing a few more bullets. You must keep up with the basic physical training every day, practice breathing control, and be more calm in your mind. These are all tied up. Otherwise, no matter how much you practice, you will just waste bullets."

Zhang Chu was silent for a long time, and finally raised his head, with a hint of stubbornness and firmness in his eyes: "I understand. Yue Ming, thank you. I will definitely start from the basics from tomorrow."

Yue Ming patted his shoulder and smiled: "Don't say thank you, we are comrades-in-arms. To be honest, Zhang Chu, I always think you are a good soldier, but it's too urgent. Your stubbornness is a good thing, but you have to use it in the right place. Practice well, I believe you can do it."
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