Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

Chapter 268: Chapter 44 I must have taken the wrong medicine today

(A 3000-word chapter served up with full sincerity!)

Seeing a group of reluctant teenagers walk over and pick up the rifles specially used for military training, the major’s face broke into a smile as he shouted, “Boys, the rifles in your hands fire firing-pin ammunition, which is the foundation of modern firearms evolution. In today’s interstellar era, there are many types of modern guns. However, weapons that use kinetic energy to tear apart the enemy are still extremely effective!”

“The pulse rifle that follows is an advanced evolutionary version of this weapon. I’m having you train with these to tell you that in many extreme environments, conventional breech guns are still the primary weapon for some people, and they often have surprising effects in certain states. No matter how powerful your body is, getting shot in the head at effective range spells death!”

“First, you will practice the prone, standing, and kneeling shooting positions for one hour to get acquainted with the feel of the gun! Get used to the recoil of this killing tool!”

“Prone position for everyone! Instructors in place!”

With an order, a hundred soldiers each ran to the side of a trainee and then took the lead in lying down with the gun at their side.

Mu Fan glanced at the instructor beside him and mimicked the action to grasp the gun and squat down.

“First, correct your position: extend your left leg straight and bend your right leg.”

“Adjust the overall internal feeling. Instructors, correct!”

Mu Fan felt uncomfortable all over after the instructor beside him helped him get into the correct posture, but he still maintained the prone position with the gun.

“Naturally point the muzzle forward; do you see the target erected ahead? That’s the hundred-meter ten-ring target. Safety off. Fire!”

After ten minutes of position correction, the major finally gave the command to fire.

We’re firing just like that?

Mu Fan’s posture now appeared flawless in the eyes of the soldier beside him.

This standard posture had the instructor inwardly nodding in approval.

Line the target up with the crosshair.

Pull the trigger!

Bang!

The gun jerked.

“Position correction, second round of ten shots! Fire!”

“Third round, fire!”

…

“Tenth round, fire!”

“Return your guns, report the results.”

Upon hearing the major’s voice, Mu Fan released the trigger he was holding. He had been very nervous just now, subconsciously pulling the trigger ten times. For some reason, he didn’t feel any fondness for this type of weapon that had nearly taken his life multiple times.

Moreover, when he held the gun, he had no particular feeling at all, let alone a sense of unity with it.

And then…

Was his own weapon loaded with bullets without heads?

Sometime later, the scores were out, and a soldier ran to the major with the tactical light computer tablet.

Lin Hao swiped through the scores with his finger, scanning them ten lines at a glance.

“Out of 100 people, 30 missed with every shot!”

“Not bad, better than I expected. I thought at least two-thirds of you would miss!”

Hearing this, Mu Fan exhaled in relief because just now, he seemed not to have seen any bullet holes appearing on the target.

“However… I have a question. Why did Joe Bollen and Zhang Shaotang each hit 13 and 15 shots respectively!?”

The two trainees on either side of Mu Fan stood up with bewildered faces.

Zhang Shaotang was certain that his fixed shooting could achieve a perfect score within three hundred meters, but thirteen out of ten shots, what kind of interstellar joke was this?

On the other hand, Joe Bollen was also puzzled; he hadn’t controlled the recoil well twice and should have missed two shots. Yet now the result showed that he’d hit thirteen… Was the major playing a joke on him?

The major clicked on the tactical light computer tablet again, selecting a section of surveillance video to replay.

This was a high-speed video capture of the shooting area for these individuals.

Lin Hao’s eyebrows were tightly knit as he tapped the first playback.

Bang, bang!

Two bullets, correct.

Hmm?

Why did Zhang Shaotang have two bullet holes appear after the first shot?

Replay, zooming in on the details.

Then Lin Hao saw a mischievous bullet suddenly enter from the left and penetrate the target.

Where had this bullet come from?

He traced its source back, with high-speed photography flipped continuously backward.

Lin Hao’s expression then became quite a spectacle; this was… a bullet fired from Mu Fan’s gun!?

What about the next ten shots…

His fingers rapidly flipped through the playback.

Soon, the indignant Zhang Shaotang and Joe Bollen saw Major Lin Hao’s expression change as dramatically as a face-changing act, settling on a look of incredulous amusement.

“Ah, my apologies for the mix-up.”

Phew~

The two let out a sigh of relief, exchanging glances.

“Trainee Mu Fan, could you come here for a moment? Can you tell me how you managed to hit two targets 7 meters apart on opposite sides at a distance of one hundred meters?”

Ah, was that me?

Walking over, Mu Fan saw his ten bullets strikingly and accurately hit the eighth to tenth rings on targets to both sides. The usually shameless Mu Fan’s face suddenly blushed.

This was truly embarrassing.

Mu Fan cast an apologetic look towards the wronged pair.

“Nevermind, go back. Two hundred rounds each in the prone, standing, and kneeling positions. This should be enough for you all to get familiar quickly.”

And so, Mu Fan returned to the line for more training.

15 minutes had passed, followed by 30 minutes, and then an hour.

The Major looked at the score sheet, his face expressionless. First place was awesome, Yin Shuai: 6000 rings! 600 shots and all 10 rings, that was simply a shooting robot controlled by a light computer!

But for some reason, he didn’t feel any joy whatsoever.

In last place, Mu Fan: 600 shots, 0 rings…

600 bullets, even if just sprayed out there, you’d hit 1 ring!

As for Zhang Shaotang and Joe Bollen next to Mu Fan, they had various degrees of increased scores by over a thousand rings. Actually, if you counted them up, Zhang Shaotang should have scored close to 9000 rings…

Lin Hao decided to take back what he’d said at the start; in the shooting arena, he decided to give up on training core students.

He decided to go back and consult with the staff department of the secondary Military Department, to see if there was any tailored plan for this kind of “talent.”

“Instructor, did I disappoint you?” Mu Fan asked cautiously.

“…It’s fine, you performed… very well, far beyond my expectations.” Lin Hao didn’t know with what expression he said those words, but he now didn’t want to deal with the gun-sensed, now negative figure, Mu Fan.

“All members, assemble!”

“I believe you all have become familiar with the basic operations of the weapons during this one-hour shooting session. Now you can choose the weapon you like, and I will arrange for non-commissioned officers to teach you individually.”

Yay!

The young men, upon hearing this, immediately threw down their old-fashioned rifles and rushed towards the carrier, their eyes shining so brightly as to render them immobile.

Mu Fan looked enviously at the backs of his peers, craned his neck to look behind him, and suddenly his eyes lit up—he still had a chance, his dinner was still savable!!!

So, he asked tentatively, “Instructor, can I also go pick?”

Lin Hao glanced at Mu Fan’s full face of expectation, and said casually, “Go ahead, choose whatever suits you.”

Well, choose whatever you enjoy, consider it your holiday.

Lin Hao had already decided to let Mu Fan run loose for a few days.

But what he hadn’t expected was for Mu Fan’s eyes to suddenly sparkle as he pointed to a place behind Lin Hao and shouted, “Reporting to the instructor, I want that one!”

White Hair, who was polishing his beloved OW76 Pulse Rifle, heard the thunderous shout and turned his head to look, and instantly blurted out, “What the fuck!”

Zhang Shaotang, who was fiddling with a Puckett Light Pellet Rifle at the time, had already decided he would turn the upcoming shooting competition into a personal show.

Then he heard White Hair’s exclamation, and turned his head to look.

And then he saw Mu Fan running excitedly up to the three-legged, over one-meter-tall Storm Type III Nine-barreled Vulcan Cannon, hugging it determinedly without letting go.

Instructor, can I report this as cheating?

You damn…using a tank weapon to compete with us in target shooting, got any shame?

Lin Hao’s mouth twitched, “Mu Fan, what I need is infantry combat shooting, not for you to sit atop an armored vehicle and operate a Vulcan Cannon!”

“Reporting to the officer… I didn’t say I was going to sit on a tank.”

“You should choose another… Wait, what did you say!?”

“Can I carry it for training? I feel that a weapon with so many barrels is enough to compensate for my accuracy,” Mu Fan confidently called out to the Major, his eyes filled with resolve.

He still remembered what Yin Shuai had told him, that within his body’s tolerance level, bearing the recoil of a powerful enough weapon could unleash its true potential!

After seeing the Nine-barreled Vulcan Cannon with its nine barrels, Mu Fan’s eyes were glued on it.

My dinner tonight depends on you!

Lin Hao smacked his lips, unable to utter a word, suddenly feeling that all words were dry and inadequate.

He took a closer look at the Vulcan Cannon, an upgraded version from the six-barrel, positioned by three steel tripods fixed at the rear of the armored assault vehicle, with a specialized gunner position behind it.

The weapon featured a novel design for the motor, barrel materials, and mechanical structure.

Firing 9600 rounds per minute, there was a massive ammunition box under the gunner’s feet, well-stocked.

If he remembered correctly, including the full ammunition belts, the weight must be around 275 kilograms…

And the enormous recoil could only be perfectly handled by an armored vehicle weighing 9 tons.

Such a Nine-barreled Vulcan Cannon was practically a moving fortress!

More than enough to rip through any target under heavy armor.

This was a pinnacle creation of physical bullets!

Three tripods, alongside numerous cushioning rails and slots, were there to secure this behemoth.

And now you’re telling me you want to carry it?

Can you tell me how you’re going to carry that 200-plus-kilogram ammunition box around?

Wait a second…

Thinking back to Mu Fan’s previous performance, a chill suddenly ran through him from the bottom of his heart.

This kid, he can’t be serious!!!

The expectant Mu Fan suddenly saw Major Lin’s face freeze like he’d been shot in the waist, looking like he was about to drop dead the next second.

“Are you serious? This weighs nearly 300 kilograms!”

Lin Hao vigorously rubbed his stiffened face, feeling like he was about to lose his mind alongside the kid in front of him.

“Instructor, I am serious, I don’t want to miss dinner tonight.”

You…

Lin Hao pressed his forehead heavily, I’m done.

“Communications officer! Contact the engineers, tell them to bring the self-propelled M334 Gatling robot assembly unit, within 3 minutes!”

After giving the order, Lin Hao walked straight to the Vulcan Cannon, raising his head to look at this massive death machine.

Putting his hands on it as if in a dream.

I must have taken the wrong pills today, I’m going insane…

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