Mercenary’s War
Chapter 839 - 839 830 What's Worse to Compare Than Shooting

839: Chapter 830: What’s Worse to Compare Than Shooting?

839: Chapter 830: What’s Worse to Compare Than Shooting?

“Iron camps breed passing soldiers, and although the term of service for the special forces is much longer than that of the regular army, it was unlikely that Gao Yang would still encounter the instructor who taught them two years ago.”

Even if the previous training instructor was still there, Gao Yang’s skills had changed significantly from two years ago, and the operational strength of his team was definitely much stronger than before.

Thus, the standard of instructors arranged by Wolfgang for them would certainly need to be higher, and the content of the training would be different as well.”

Gao Yang couldn’t expect to encounter an old acquaintance to help him out anymore, and everyone he would meet was unlikely to be friendly, especially with the major put aside, Gao Yang was facing a group united in their resentment, the most unfortunate part being that these people would be his instructors.”

Fortunately, although Gao Yang’s instructors were undeniably threatening and seeking revenge, they were all soldiers, and if they sought revenge, they would do it openly and fairly, bullying you but making sure you were convinced by their reasons.

Therefore, Gao Yang’s instructors would not make him undergo training where he was beaten by dozens at once; if it came to fighting, it would be a fair one-on-one duel.”

Those who could remain in Wolfgang’s troops were all top soldiers, each possessing extraordinary strength, and with strength naturally came pride and confidence.”

Any member of an ace unit definitely carries the confidence of being the best in the world.

Without this confidence, they could hardly be considered an ace unit at all.”

Therefore, to teach Gao Yang a lesson, no matter the content, it had to be a duel, a direct confrontation.

They had to show their strength while disciplining Gao Yang.

If they didn’t even have that level of commitment, Wolfgang would be the first to clean them up.”

An instructor stepped forward and said indifferently to Gao Yang, “I am your instructor, you are a marksman, and coincidentally, I am a marksman too.

Also, I need to first see your capabilities.”

Gao Yang was overjoyed.

Finally, it wasn’t about fighting hand-to-hand; in a gunmanship competition, he thought, let’s see who’s afraid.”

Since the hatred was sky-high and reconciling the differences was impossible, and since Gao Yang lowering his demeanor to ask for leniency wouldn’t decrease the hatred, he didn’t want to always play the role of a submissive person every day.”

Since asking for leniency was no longer possible, Gao Yang had only one path left to take, to stand firm and confront the challenges!”

No matter what challenge it was, Gao Yang was ready to face it all.”

No matter what the competition was, losing was acceptable, but he must not lose face.”

Of course, Gao Yang didn’t want to lose; he had only one thought: if he couldn’t make those who hated him let him go, then he would make them respect him instead.”

“Let’s go to the shooting range and let me see if you as a marksman are up to the mark.

If you shoot better than me, I will run fifty laps around the drill ground fully equipped.

If you lose, you will run thirty laps fully equipped,” the instructor said.”

Running fifty laps fully equipped was a heavy bet by Gao Yang’s instructor, as their drill ground was not four hundred meters a lap, but one thousand meters—fifty laps equaled fifty kilometers, all while fully equipped, which would exhaust anyone to death.”

Gao Yang’s instructor was extremely confident, so the condition he offered was indeed more favorable for Gao Yang.”

This was not up for negotiation, and so the instructor spoke in a very calm tone, but Gao Yang objected immediately, “No, let’s make it equal for us both, either fifty laps or thirty laps each.

But I think running that much is a bit too much; running too much could affect tomorrow’s training, which wouldn’t be good.”

The instructor smiled slightly, sensing that Gao Yang was showing weakness, fearing it would affect tomorrow’s training, so he didn’t object and directly said, “Alright, then let it be twenty laps.”

“Are we using our own guns, or the same type of gun?”

Gao Yang didn’t want to take advantage of his instructor in terms of firearms, and the instructor didn’t want to take advantage of Gao Yang either; after all, there wasn’t a gun in this base that the instructor wasn’t familiar with, but it was different for Gao Yang.

So, the instructor waved his hand and loudly said, “Each will use their own issued gun.”

“Alright, but I must say in advance, my gun is very, very good,” Gao Yang stated.”

The instructor smiled slightly and said, “My gun isn’t bad either.”

Leading the way out of the combat training room, Gao Yang followed with his head held high and chest out, followed by a large group of people, moving spiritedly towards the shooting range.”

Upon arriving at the shooting range, Cui Bo passed Gao Yang’s gun case to him, whispering joyfully at his side, “There’s definitely no problem with the gun, everything’s perfectly ready, heh, what’s not good about a shooting contest!

Truly…”

Gao Yang took out his own gun, loaded the magazine onto his body, while the instructor also picked up his own gun, an SR25 semi-automatic precision rifle.”

After adjusting their respective guns, the instructor raised his and said to Gao Yang, “You’ve been here before, so you should be familiar with this shooting range, right?”

Gao Yang nodded and responded, “Yes, I’m very familiar.”

“Very well, start shooting at the one hundred meter target with rapid double targets.

Keep shooting the next targets until one side needs to reshoot.

Is that acceptable?”

The targets Gao Yang was about to shoot were indeed familiar to him; they were fully automatic controlled.

As soon as two iron targets at a distance of one hundred meters were hit and quickly knocked down, a pair of targets would appear at a distance of one hundred and fifty meters.

These targets would only be up for five seconds, meaning if he didn’t manage to shoot and hit both targets within five seconds, he would lose the chance to continue shooting, and targets at a farther distance would no longer appear.

Embracing the intent to shoot with dignity, Gao Yang did not want to insincerely remind the instructor that his gun could shoot further, so he simply lay down at the shooting position, turned off the safety, and loudly declared, “I’m ready.”

The instructor also lay down at the shooting position, and after indicating he was ready, the person controlling the targets pressed the control switch, and the nearest target immediately rose up.

At one hundred meters, Gao Yang barely needed to aim; with a snap, snap, two shots, the designated targets fell, but after he fired the second shot, he realized there were no other gunshots.

Not hearing any gunshots meant the instructor’s shooting speed was no slower than his, but Gao Yang didn’t have time to think more about it; as soon as the second set of targets stood up, Gao Yang immediately fired again.

Snap, snap; snap, snap; snap, snap; snap, snap; even to those unfamiliar with the field, the continuous, rhythmic gunfire sounded like a delight, let alone to a crowd that was highly knowledgeable about it.

Initially, both sides of the competition held absolute confidence in their victory, but as they watched the targets quickly fall and rise again, and with the opponent showing no signs of falling out of rhythm or of being likely to lose, they immediately felt less relaxed.

It took less than ten seconds for Gao Yang and his instructor to turn the atmosphere on the field and the mood of their respective supporters from relaxed to tense, for those ten seconds were enough to reveal their capabilities.

When shooting at the six hundred meter targets, Gao Yang had just entered his optimal state.

After shooting down both targets, he heard a gunshot after his second round had been fired.

Finally, the gunshots were sequenced.

This time, Gao Yang finished before his instructor.

At seven hundred fifty meters, Gao Yang finished and began shooting at the eight hundred meter targets when his instructor had just finished the second target.

At eight hundred meters, the distance was already very far.

Completing two shots within five seconds was indeed strenuous, but Gao Yang still managed to complete the firing within the allotted time at the eight hundred meter targets, while after his instructor knocked down the first, he didn’t manage to fire the second shot before the target withdrew.

Soon after, a beep sounded, indicating that he had finished shooting.

Gao Yang didn’t stop.

He completed the shot at the eight hundred and fifty meter first target.

If he was in peak condition and tried hard enough, he might have had a chance with the second, but this time, he couldn’t complete the shooting; his firing ended at eight hundred and fifty meters.

There was no need for any reshoots; Gao Yang and his instructor concluded the competition with marksmen at the maximum difficulty.

The crowd was utterly silent; the instructor stared ahead blankly, motionless, while those behind him wore faces of disbelief mixed with embarrassment.

Could they not be embarrassed?

In the presence of elite peers all believing themselves to be unmatched, to be defeated by their own student, and so conclusively without any excuses, was truly embarrassing.

“A millennium’s worth of reputation lost in a day.” The instructor who competed with Gao Yang had completely lost face, and his comrades were certainly not faring any better.

Meanwhile, Gao Yang and the Satan Mercenary Corps’ folks couldn’t very well celebrate openly, so an inevitable deathly silence enveloped the scene.

Eventually, it was Gao Yang’s instructor who wanted to speak.

After lying on the ground in thought for a moment, he turned his head and said solemnly to Gao Yang, “May I have a look at your gun?”

Gao Yang stood up and handed his gun to his instructor.

While his instructor fiddled with the Blade of Satan, Gao Yang spoke softly, “I told you, my gun is very good.

It gave me a significant advantage.”

The instructor did not accept the explanation Gao Yang handed to him, looked at the gun, and said solemnly, “May I shoot a few rounds?”

“Of course, here’s another magazine.”

The instructor shot a full magazine with Gao Yang’s gun and finally nodded, his face filled with emotion as he said, “Indeed, it’s a fine gun, obviously custom-made, top-of-the-line stuff.

It has extremely high accuracy even beyond one thousand meters.

It’s really fantastic, a truly excellent gun!”

Gao Yang thought the instructor had accepted his offer to downplay his expertise, so he chuckled lightly, “Exactly, I gained quite an edge with this gun; otherwise, I might not have won against you.”

The instructor shook his head and responded, “No, I’m not so sore a loser.

I lost because I lost, and I don’t want to make excuses for myself.

I didn’t shoot as fast as you, and it isn’t about the gun.

I lost to your gunmanship, not the weapon.

So I admit my defeat wholeheartedly.

I have never seen a marksman like you before.”

With no sign of being disheartened, the instructor rose from the ground, handed the Blade of Satan back to Gao Yang, then picked up his own rifle, turned to the people behind him and said, “Sorry, guys, I lost, and it was a pretty bad loss.

I apologize for disappointing you.”

After speaking, the instructor pointed at Gao Yang and said, “Whatever it is, take him down, beat him badly, make him admit defeat completely.

Alright, get me an infantry pack.”

If he talked about running fully armed, he had to be fully armed.

After receiving a filled backpack, the instructor, without a word, turned and ran towards the parade ground.

(To be continued.

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