Everyone else has traveled through time and space and been reborn, but I, the native cannon fodder

The next day, Zhang Yongwu took all the students majoring in combat to continue training at the back mountain martial arts field.

Last week, they practiced fixed-point shooting, and the target did not move. From today on, all their students will start practicing moving target shooting.

Yesterday, Zhang Yongwu and the others had already set up the venue overnight, with a total of 20 yuan targets that would appear anytime and anywhere. As long as you hit the target, you would be considered qualified.

The students majoring in combat collectively cried out, "Instructor Zhang, this is too difficult!"

They are just novices who have just learned how to shoot targets. They cannot hit the target 100% of the time with a fixed target, let alone a mobile one.

It's too difficult. Military training is really too difficult.

"Difficult? Do you know that from the moment you step into this school, you must have the consciousness to go to the battlefield in the future! The enemy will not just stand there and wait for you to fight just because you say it is difficult, let alone because of you. It will be difficult for you, and it will not increase your chances of surviving on the battlefield just because it is difficult for you."

Zhang Yongwu was born on the battlefield. He has suffered too many wars and knows how ruthless the battlefield is.

"Every time you learn something, you will have another way to save your life. If you don't work hard now, when you actually go to the battlefield in the future, it will be too late to regret it."

Zhang Yongwu was very angry with this group of students who had never been on the battlefield and did not know how cruel war was.

"..."

The whole place was silent, and no one dared to speak out again. Only when everyone faced Zhang Yongwu's disgusting face did they realize how powerful their instructor Zhang's pressure was.

He was so murderous that he didn't even dare to say a word, for fear of being caught by Instructor Zhang and being treated as a model, and being tortured to a pulp in front of the whole class!

"If anyone doesn't want to learn, just stand up for me!"

As soon as Zhang Yongwu finished speaking, no one stood up.

Zhang Yongwu looked angrily at the group of students who were crying out for trouble, "If we can't overcome this little pain and this little difficulty, how can we trust the future of our country and the future of our motherland in your hands?"

Zhang Yongwu directly trained everyone until everyone became obedient. He went directly to the weapon rack and took out a wooden warehouse.

"I will demonstrate it to you now, and you will practice like this in the future."

"Roger that!"

All students have been trained by Zhang Yongwu for a long time and have begun to reflect on whether they have done bad things when they were young.

Seeing that the matter was finally over, he answered extremely loudly.

In Zhang Yongwu's hands, Mucang was like his toy. Whether it was movement, reaction, or aiming and shooting, his reactions were very quick and his movements were extremely clean and neat.

"Bang bang bang..."

Every time he opened the wooden warehouse, he could accurately hit the bullseye of every moving target.

A group of students were excited to see him and applauded him repeatedly.

He's so handsome, he's very skilled, and he's good at Mucangfa!

Thirty students looked at it with great enthusiasm.

After firing ten bullets in a row, Zhang Yongwu took back the wooden warehouse.

"see it?"

Everyone subconsciously puffed up their chests and replied loudly, "I saw it!"

"Now let me tell you the key points of practice. Reactions must be quick and movements must be sensitive...fast, ruthless, and accurate. No one should be missing. Ten bullets for each person!"

Zhang Yongwu looked at the thirty obedient students in front of him with a cold face, "Mo Nian, get out of the queue and start!"

"Yes!"

Mo Erya ran over to carry Mucang with excitement on her face and entered the training ground. Naturally, she was not as good as Zhang Yongwu. When she encountered the first moving target, she reacted quickly, loaded the gun and pulled the trigger. It was a pity that she was still a step too slow to trigger the trigger, and the first wooden warehouse was empty.

There was no time to regret the missed first shot, Mo Erya took a deep breath, imagining the moving targets as animals running in the mountains, constantly adjusting his position, and carrying the shot throughout the martial arts arena. run……

In the end, she only hit four out of ten bullets, and none of them hit the bullseye. They basically just hit the target.

At the end of the training, Mo Erya was still a little regretful and even wanted to do it again, but there was no way. Her time was over and she could only wait for the second round.

Mo Erya was like this, and the others were in a similar situation to her. It was the first time for everyone to practice moving targets, and their hit rates were very low.

But there are a few boys whose hit rate is around six or seven, which makes everyone look at them with admiration.

It's amazing. I didn't realize it. You still have this strength. Didn't you hide your strength before?

The boys felt that they had finally earned back some face from the three girls, and they felt proud and proud. Everyone walked with their heads held high and their faces full of joy.

Qiong Niang was a little unconvinced. She had always been the best, but being compared to others, especially to boys, made her feel very uncomfortable.

Wu Meiyao was a little annoyed. Growing up, the old man said that she was very talented and could learn everything quickly and well...well...it was a bit frustrating!

Mo Erya was not affected at all, but was greatly stimulated. After training, she shamelessly approached and asked many questions that she was confused about, and even asked about many techniques!

During training tomorrow, she will know what she should pay more attention to. One day, she will be just as good.

"Eh? Isn't the food in the cafeteria delicious today?"

Mo Erya looked at the braised pork bibimbap that she had already finished half a bowl of, and was very puzzled by the two friends next to her who had only eaten a few bites and looked sleepy and completely out of state.

"Why don't you eat? The braised pork only comes once a week. If you don't eat it, it will be wasted."

As he spoke, Mo Erya showed off another mouthful of meat-stuffed rice. It was very fragrant. I originally thought that when they moved from Mojia Village to the city, the food had undergone a qualitative leap.

I never expected that the university’s cafeteria is the ceiling. Not only is white rice provided for every meal, but there are also vegetables and meat, and additional vegetables are added from time to time.

Sure enough, Sister Qiao Qiao was right. If you go to college, you can live a life of white rice. Mo Erya thanked Sister Qiao Qiao for the umpteenth time, and also thanked himself for listening to Sister Qiao Qiao's advice.

Otherwise, it would be her turn to live such a good life!

Happiness came so suddenly. Mo Erya successfully mellowed himself out in the university cafeteria without any surprise, and his height also increased by several centimeters. He was training outdoors every day, in the wind and rain. Yes, she is actually whiter than before? !

magical!

"No appetite……"

Qiong Niang was in a bad mood, and Wu Meiyao was not in a very good mood, "I...I'm not very hungry today~"

Mo Erya was shocked. There was delicious braised pork today, but she wasn't hungry or had an appetite?

"Uh... it's shameful to waste food."

Mo Erya really felt it was shameful to waste food. The Mo family in Mojia Village still ate corn soup every meal. Even in the third room of the Mo family in the city, the food had improved a lot, and it was only two meals a month. Three times of white rice.

Qiong Niang:......

Wu Meiyao:......

"I suddenly have an appetite again."

Qiong Niang speeded up her meal. Wu Meiyao glanced at Qiong Niang and then at Mo Erya.

"I...seem to be a little hungry too."

Then show off like crazy.

But after eating, both Qiong Niang and Wu Meiyao said they were going to the martial arts field in the back mountain to train and get familiar with the venue.

Mo Erya took back her steps towards the library, "Let's go, but before I go, I have to go back to the dormitory."