Chapter 1706 The Real Sharpshooter!

"Hmph, go over? That's easy for you to say!" Zhang Shuai roared, waving his hand to signal the people behind him to surround Qin Yuan, "Today, I'll let you know what the price is!"

With Zhang Shuai's order, those people pounced on Qin Yuan like hungry wolves. Although Qin Yuan was an instructor with extraordinary skills, he couldn't help feeling pressured by so many opponents. However, he did not retreat, but quickly adjusted his state and launched a counterattack.

Qin Yuan's figure shuttled through the crowd like a ghost, and every shot was accurate and powerful, knocking down opponents one by one. But Zhang Shuai did not stop there. He personally went into battle and started a close combat with Qin Yuan.

The two of them went back and forth, and the fists were whistling, and it was difficult to tell who was the winner for a while. However, Qin Yuan had received professional military training after all, and his physical strength and endurance were far superior to ordinary people. As time went on, Zhang Shuai gradually became exhausted and his movements began to become slow.

At this moment, Qin Yuan found a flaw, and he suddenly exerted force and knocked Zhang Shuai to the ground. Zhang Shuai struggled to get up, but he was already powerless. Qin Yuan stood in front of him, his eyes were like torches: "Zhang Shuai, hatred can't solve problems, it will only make you lose yourself. I hope you can let go of the past and start over."

Zhang Shuai lay on the ground, gasping for breath, with a trace of confusion in his eyes. Qin Yuan's words were like a heavy hammer, breaking the wall of hatred in his heart. He began to reflect on his behavior, whether it was really worth sacrificing his life for past grievances.

Finally, Zhang Shuai slowly spoke, with a hint of fatigue and relief in his voice: "Qin Yuan, you won. Maybe, I really should let it go."

The next day.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the camp of the recruit company, covering this land full of vitality and sweat with a layer of golden battle robe. Qin Yuan, the instructor who had just returned from an unexpected storm, stepped into the familiar yet unfamiliar camp with a dusty breath. His eyes contained both the warmth of returning home and expectations for the future. When the recruits saw Qin Yuan's return, they all cast their eyes of admiration and curiosity. They knew that the return of this instructor meant that a new round of challenges and trials was about to begin.

"Assemble!" Qin Yuan's voice was extremely penetrating, instantly breaking the tranquility of the camp. The recruits quickly lined up, and everyone's face was full of expectations and tension for the next training.

"From today, we will resume daily training. I hope everyone can devote themselves to training in the fullest state, because there will be no room for carelessness on the future battlefield." Qin Yuan's words were sonorous and powerful, as if they could hit the deepest part of people's hearts.

The training days were boring and fulfilling, and every day was full of sweat and challenges. Qin Yuan set an example and strictly required every detail, from physical fitness to tactics, from theory to practice, all of which reflected his professionalism and rigor as an instructor. Under his leadership, the recruits gradually moved from immaturity to maturity, and from weakness to tenacity.

However, among this group of recruits, there was one person who seemed particularly anxious and confused, and he was Yue Ming. Yue Ming has always had an extraordinary talent for shooting, and his shooting scores are among the best among the new recruits. But recently, he found himself in a bottleneck. No matter how hard he tried, his scores could not be improved, which made him feel frustrated.

At night, when other new recruits had fallen asleep, Yue Ming was wandering alone on the training ground, and the rifle in his hand seemed to be an obstacle he could not cross. Under the moonlight, his figure looked particularly lonely and helpless.

"Yue Ming, what are you doing here?" Qin Yuan's voice suddenly sounded behind Yue Ming, with a hint of imperceptible concern.

Yue Ming turned around suddenly, and saw that it was Qin Yuan, and his heart tightened, but he didn't know how to speak. He lowered his head and stammered, "Instructor... Instructor, I... I'm practicing my marksmanship."

Qin Yuan walked to Yue Ming, gently picked up the rifle in his hand, carefully checked it, and then asked, "Have you encountered any difficulties recently?"

Yue Ming took a deep breath, and finally mustered up the courage to speak out his troubles: "Instructor, I feel that I have encountered a bottleneck in my marksmanship. No matter how I practice, my grades can't improve. I began to doubt whether I am really not suitable for being a soldier."

Qin Yuan frowned slightly when he heard this, but soon regained his composure. He patted Yue Ming on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Yue Ming, everyone will encounter a bottleneck on their growth path. This does not mean that you are not suitable for being a soldier. On the contrary, this is the only way to grow. Remember, a real soldier is someone who never gives up on himself."

Yue Ming raised his head, tears flashing in his eyes. He longed for Qin Yuan's guidance, but was afraid that his problem was too difficult. Qin Yuan seemed to see through his thoughts and continued, "Come, I'll show you once, and you can see where the problem is."

As he spoke, Qin Yuan took the rifle from Yue Ming's hand, posed, and aimed at the bull's eye in the distance. With a crisp gunshot, the bullet hit the bull's eye accurately, causing Yue Ming to exclaim.

"Did you see it? Gunmanship is not just a matter of skill, but more importantly, it is a matter of mentality and feeling." Qin Yuan said as he handed the rifle back to Yue Ming, "You have to learn to relax yourself and let your heart and gun merge into one. Only in this way can you perform at your best level."

Yue Ming took the rifle and adjusted his breathing and posture according to Qin Yuan's guidance. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened them, with a firm light in his eyes. He pulled the trigger again, and the bullet whizzed out. Although it did not hit the bull's eye, it was a great improvement over before.

"Very good, you have found the feeling." Qin Yuan encouraged, "Remember, marksmanship requires continuous practice and exploration, don't rush for success. As long as you maintain this mentality, I believe you will be able to break through the bottleneck and become A real sharpshooter.”

When Yue Ming heard this, a warm current surged in his heart. He looked at Qin Yuan, his eyes full of gratitude and respect.

The next morning, the sun shines through the sparse clouds and shines on the camp of the recruit company, casting a golden coat on this land full of youth and dreams. Qin Yuan got up early, thinking about Yue Ming in his heart. The conversation last night made him deeply realize that the bottleneck Yue Ming encountered in marksmanship was not a simple technical problem, but a deeper psychological and predictive ability obstacle.

"Yue Ming, get up! Today I will take you to the military hospital to check your eyesight." Qin Yuan's voice sounded in Yue Ming's ears, with unquestionable firmness.

Yue Ming rubbed his sleepy eyes and woke up instantly after hearing Qin Yuan's words. He quickly put on his clothes and followed Qin Yuan out of the dormitory. The two walked side by side on the road to the military hospital, the air filled with the fresh fragrance of grass and earth.

"Instructor, do I really need to go for a checkup? My eyesight has always been very good." Yue Ming was a little worried. He was not sure what the results of this checkup would be, and he was even more worried that he would lose the opportunity to become a sharpshooter.

Qin Yuan turned to look at Yue Ming, his eyes shining with encouragement: "Yue Ming, vision is only a part of marksmanship, but the ability to predict is equally important. We need to find out where the problem is before we can prescribe the right medicine. Believe me, this inspection It’s only good for you.”

When Yue Ming heard this, a warm current surged in his heart. He nodded and decided to believe in Qin Yuan and himself. The two quickened their pace and soon arrived at the gate of the military hospital.

In the military hospital, everything is in order. Qin Yuan took Yue Ming to the eye examination room, where a young female doctor was waiting for them. She smiled and motioned for Yue Ming to sit down, and then started a series of inspections.

"Your eyesight is indeed very good, with almost no problems." The female doctor said to Yue Ming after completing the examination. She looked at Qin Yuan, a trace of doubt flashing in her eyes, "Then why is he unable to shoot accurately?"

Qin Yuan stepped forward and explained: "I suspect there is something wrong with his ability to predict. When he is shooting, he is always unable to accurately judge the target's position and movement trajectory."

The female doctor heard this and nodded to express her understanding. She turned to Yue Ming and asked, "When you are shooting, do you often feel that the target is moving or that its position is elusive?"

When Yue Ming heard this, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He nodded. This was exactly the problem that had been bothering him: "Yes, doctor. I always feel that the target is shaking. I am clearly aiming, but I can't hit it."

The female doctor smiled slightly and explained: "This is likely to be a problem with your ability to predict. The ability to predict is not only the judgment of the target location, but also the prediction of the target's moving speed and direction. This requires extremely high Concentration and reaction speed, as well as a keen awareness of the environment.”

When Yue Ming heard this, his heart suddenly became enlightened. He finally understood that the reason for his inaccuracy was not a vision problem, but a lack of predictability. He looked at Qin Yuan, his eyes full of gratitude and respect. He knew that it was Qin Yuan who led him to find the root of the problem and pointed out the direction for the solution.

"Then... what should I do?" Yue Ming asked eagerly. He was eager to improve his prediction ability as soon as possible and become a true sharpshooter.

The female doctor looked at Qin Yuan, and the two exchanged a knowing smile. Qin Yuan said: "The ability to predict can be trained, but it requires time and patience. From today on, I will develop a special training plan for you to help you improve your ability to predict."

Hearing this, Yue Ming felt excited in his heart. He held Qin Yuan's hand tightly, with a firm light shining in his eyes: "Instructor, I will definitely work hard! I will not let you down!"

Qin Yuan smiled and patted Yue Ming's shoulder: "I believe in you, Yue Ming. You have extraordinary talent and tenacity. As long as you work hard, you will definitely become a true marksman."

From that day on, Yue Ming's training life has undergone earth-shaking changes. Qin Yuan developed a strict training plan for him, including reaction speed training, concentration training and environmental awareness training. Every morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines on the recruit company's camp, Yue Ming begins his training. Like a sponge, he greedily absorbed every bit of knowledge and skills taught by Qin Yuan.

However, the road to growth is always full of challenges. During the training of predicting ability, Yue Ming encountered unprecedented difficulties. He found that his predictions about the target were always biased, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not accurately judge the target's movement trajectory. This made him feel frustrated and even began to doubt his abilities and worth.

"Instructor, am I really not suitable to be a soldier? Why can't I hit the target even though I try so hard?" Yue Ming found Qin Yuan in an emotional breakdown after a training session. His eyes were sparkling with tears and his voice was trembling.

Qin Yuan looked at Yue Ming, his heart filled with understanding and sympathy. He patted Yue Ming's shoulder gently and said sincerely: "Yue Ming, the road to growth is always full of ups and downs. But remember, a real warrior is someone who never gives up on himself. The ability to predict can be It’s training, but it takes time and patience. Don’t rush for success, you have to slowly gain experience and find your own rhythm.”

When Yue Ming heard this, a warm current surged in his heart. He looked up at Qin Yuan, his eyes flashing with determination: "Instructor, you are right. I will not give up! I will continue to work hard until I become a real sharpshooter!"

A few days later.

The atmosphere in the company seemed particularly tense and enthusiastic in the early autumn breeze, and a unique shooting competition was about to begin. The sun shone through the sparse clouds and sprinkled on the playground, covering this land that was about to witness glory and sweat with a layer of golden battle robe. Duan Jinglin, a veteran who was usually taciturn but always able to make a splash at the critical moment, and Yue Ming, the new recruit who had been working hard to break through himself in shooting, both stood at the starting line, ready to meet this battle that belonged to the soldiers.

"Everyone, get ready!" With the referee's order, the participating soldiers took their positions, adjusted their breathing, and aimed at the bull's eye in front. Duan Jinglin's eyes were calm and deep, as if they could penetrate the target paper and directly lock onto the target; and Yue Ming, although a little nervous, tried his best to keep himself calm. He knew that this competition was not only a test of his shooting skills, but also a practice of the teachings of Instructor Qin Yuan.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of gunfire came one after another, like an exciting war song, echoing on the playground. Duan Jinglin's movements were smooth and each shot was extremely accurate, as if he had become one with the rifle in his hand, and every pull of the trigger was a call for victory. And Yue Ming, although he also tried his best, in comparison, his shooting seemed a little jerky, and a few shots even deviated from the center of the bull's eye.

When the last shot fell, the playground fell into a brief silence, followed by the nervous scoring process of the referees. Duan Jinglin stood there, his face still calm, but his eyes flashed with confidence and expectation that was difficult to conceal. Yue Ming, on the other hand, seemed a little anxious. He looked at the referee from time to time, then turned to look at Duan Jinglin, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"The results of the competition are out!" The chief referee stood up and announced in a loud voice, "The champion of this shooting competition is - Duan Jinglin!"