Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 32: 032 100m Moving Target

[Feedback from the commission: Handcrafting experience 18.]

[Current handcrafting experience 18/100, mastering "Level 1 Handcrafting" upon reaching 100 points.]

[Feedback from the commission: Trapping experience 5.]

[Current trapping experience 5/100, mastering "Level 1 Trapping" upon reaching 100 points.]

[Feedback from the commission: Insight 0.1.]

What sort of imagination are the players using?

Traps? Planning to trap a pack of wolves?

Bai E felt so relief; it seed his previous admonitions had been heard.

The thod doesn't matter as much as the execution.

"Focus!"

As piercing as an eagle's gaze, the mont Bai E beca lost in thought, the stern-faced instructor rebuked him.

"I know you stood out in this morning's training, but do not forget the duties you are responsible for on the battlefield. As a sniper, you need to provide appropriate fire support to all comrades in need! Not only for your squad, but for everyone within your range. Hence, constant, concentrated attention is essential."

Bai E's face beca serious and he saluted sharply in response, "Yes, sir!"

The instructor, with three silver stars on his shoulder, glanced indifferently at Bai E's figure and said nothing more.

He had volunteered to be the instructor for this group of artificial human soldiers... or more specifically, Bai E's instructor.

He was well aware of what had happened in the morning.

In his opinion, the only possibility for achieving such results in the physical tests was clear—

These dimwits had once again muddled their innate talents.

He had the records of Bai E's initial performance with firearms right out of the cultivation chamber in his hands.

11 points in physique, 10 points in insight, 10 points in reflex, these were obviously the stats of cannon fodder talent.

A true sniper should have unique advantages in either senses or reflexes, and his initial shooting scores were not particularly impressive either.

The old team leader was too hasty... placing him directly into the special forces with such results could easily provoke criticism from political rivals.

He had to correct this mistake.

Either show enough strength or... start from the bottom in a junior squad.

After glancing at Bai E's straight posture one last ti, the instructor paced lightly in front of the group of 20 artificial human soldiers.

"Today, your training is about rapid-response shooting."

Simply put, moving targets.

The instructor casually picked up a rifle nearby and pressed a switch.

About a hundred ters away, three objects of different speeds were suddenly launched from different directions.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunfire rged into a continuous echo, with the rapid and brisk sounds of full-auto mode, the three hit objects shattered into pieces in mid-air.

After the simple demonstration, the instructor turned back and his gaze swept across each of the 20 artificial human soldiers who were watching him.

"See that? That is your training for today, hitting the moving targets before they touch the ground. Completing all three hits counts as one set, and each of you must complete at least 10 sets... Rember, you only have 2 hours. Compared to ordinary soldiers, you consu more of the city's resources, so you also have to bear a more severe responsibility."

His tone lightened slightly, the instructor's gaze finally rested on Bai E.

As an instructor, he had just a bit of privilege to give special attention.

"As for you, as punishnt for your distraction just now, and upon the special force's request..."

The instructor stretched out his right hand, "50 sets!"

[Side quest triggered - Shooting]

[Shooting: You are actively challenging your limits. A 100-ter moving target is relatively difficult. Quest requirents: Complete effective shooting 0/50 sets. Quest reward: Universal experience 50. Countdown: 1 hour 59 minutes 59 seconds.]

Bai E's face was expressionless as he loudly replied, "Understood, sir!"

"Very good."

Overestimating one's abilities.

But comndable for its bravery.

This was the first ti Carlos felt a hint of satisfaction with this special case artificial human soldier.

"Now, begin the training!"

Bai E picked up the rifle and went to his shooting position.

This was also a shooting range, just larger and more versatile.

Once the switch was pressed, after a 3-second delay provided to prepare, three moving targets would be launched.

During the instructor's shooting, Bai E had already observed the characteristics of the moving targets.

Their speeds varied, their sizes uneven; in short, there was no clear pattern to rely upon.

The only trick is to finish all the shots within 3 seconds.

The ti it took for the slowest moving target to be launched and hit the ground was about 3 seconds.

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Complete three effective shots within 3 seconds, yet the burst mode of the recruits' rifles assigned to us has a firing rate of only 1.2 rounds per second, leaving very little room for error.

As for the automatic mode... with a higher firing rate cos greater recoil and harder-to-control trajectories, clearly not sothing that the new artificial humans can handle.

Clearly, all the training objectives set by the instructors have been honed through a combination of past experience and precise calculations.

Compared to the new recruits' test, changing from fifty ters to a hundred, from stationary to moving targets, the difficulty has increased by leaps and bounds.

Bai E took a deep breath and activated "self-restraint".

The excitent and tremble in his body faced with the challenge cald down, and the confusion towards the unknown was suppressed.

All for the sake of achieving the goal.

He pressed the switch.

3...

2...

1...

Three targets shot out in different directions, each tracing a different trajectory through the air.

Bai E, concentrating intently, naturally visualized their upcoming paths of movent in his eyes.

Three clear parabolas intersected in his view.

Bai E raised his rifle and fired.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

[Successfully hit moving target, Light Firearms Mastery experience 2.](Stacked)

[Current Light Firearms Mastery experience 139/1000...]

Off by one?

Bai E, having put down his rifle, had a slightly focused look in his eyes.

This unexpected feeling... quite simple?

All the various abilities on the panel are numbers, and their effects seem to be so kind of instinct, Bai E had no idea to what extent his current abilities could take him.

It just felt like the moving targets at 100 ters... weren't that difficult.

...

"Click!"

The flint sparked, and kerosene blossod with an acrid scent.

Carlos lit a cigar, waiting for a good show.

The awkwardness of the new recruits always brought joy, as if seeing oneself in younger days.

So far, very few new recruits had managed to complete the shooting objectives on ti during their first training.

How difficult it was to complete three effective shots within 3 seconds?

As soon as the moving targets were launched, one had to react quickly to their source and decide the shooting order – that was the function of the "Reflex" attribute, determining how much ti could be saved for the actual shooting.

The "Insight" attribute then determined the observation of dynamic vision, along with the prediction of the trajectories and spatial imagination capabilities, mostly a manifestation of mathematical thinking, which was the most important part of the process.

Only after these cos the actual execution of shooting, which is the control over the firearm itself, such as proficiency in shooting skills.

A combination of these three abilities, complenting each other, is what it takes to achieve the final goal of three effective shots within 3 seconds.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The intermittent gunshots rose chaotically, as the launched targets flew all over the sky.

Occasionally, Target disturbed by a bullet's trajectory looked like a miracle.

No new recruits had managed to complete even a single set of effective shots at the beginning of their initial training, let alone 50...

"Hiss~"

Hot hot hot!

Carlos was startled as the cigarette end burned his mouth; he paid no heed to the cigar, only his gaze shockingly fixed on the field.

All hits?

No, one was missed.

But it grazed the edge.

An early anticipation by just a hair's breadth led to a near miss.

Was it skill or luck?

Looking at that exception pondering sothing, Carlos's look was uncertain.

It should... be luck, right?

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