Chapter 32

Luo Jianjun nodded.

"When I was young, I could just barely manage it."

"Why are you asking about this?"

Liu Feng's mind wasn't on answering the question,

but instead he continued asking,

"Then... what if you add a reverse-hand bolt-pull motion?"

This time Platoon Leader Luo Jianjun lightly furrowed his brow,

then shook his head,

"Hard."

"The single-hand rifle-press motion can be done with effort as long as you train often."

"But if you add other motions into it, what it tests is the body's reaction speed and natural talent."

"I'd guess someone in the Special Forces could do it, but we're far from it."

Hearing the platoon leader's answer,

Liu Feng seemed to let out a light breath,

as if he had been comforted a little.

But he asked again,

"Then single-hand rifle-press, swap the magazine, and immediately follow up with a reverse-hand bolt-pull."

"Every shot on the range hitting 9 rings or above...."

"Platoon Leader, what do you think of this kind of tactical operation?"

Recalling once more the scene from that afternoon on the training ground,

Liu Feng was still shocked inside.

It was just that Platoon Leader Luo Jianjun laughed and cursed,

"You're asking what I think?"

"Damn it, Platoon Vice Liu, are you deliberately coming here to get scolded?"

"How could every shot hit the target under that kind of tactical motion!"

"If you've got too much free time, go run five kilometers on the field."

"Don't bullshit me here."

While speaking,

Platoon Leader Luo Jianjun also kicked out a leg,

Even in the company's normal range-shooting training,

they couldn't necessarily guarantee a result of every shot hitting 9 rings or above.

Let alone single-hand rifle-press, magazine swap, and every shot 9 rings or above?

Even the Special Forces might not necessarily be able to do it.

Liu Feng dodged the platoon leader's light kick by turning sideways,

and stood at a slightly farther position, sighing as he spoke.

"No, Platoon Leader, someone really can do it."

"I saw it with my own eyes this afternoon..."

Luo Jianjun furrowed his brow, glanced at Liu Feng,

Although everyone in the unit often roughhoused,

Liu Feng's expression right now didn't seem like he was joking.

"Tell me what's going on."

Liu Feng slowly began to speak.

"There's a student in the squad I'm leading who didn't want to participate in training."

"So I had him run the entire training course with me — originally I wanted to put him in his place."

"But in the end, I was the one who got crushed."

"That student completely surpassed me on the training course."

Hearing these words,

Luo Jianjun was somewhat surprised,

Liu Feng's status as the company's number one in cross-country was something he, as platoon leader, had honed out bit by bit himself.

And he had actually been crushed by a college student on the training course?

"What time did he run?"

"4 minutes 22 seconds...."

"And that probably still isn't his limit."

"Hiss..."

Hearing this result,

Luo Jianjun couldn't help but hiss in a breath,

"Over ten seconds faster than our company's fastest record?"

"This... doesn't add up!"

Luo Jianjun stroked his chin, frowning in thought.

Liu Feng gave a wry smile,

"Something even stranger is coming next."

"The final firearm assembly and target shooting events."

"That guy identified the firearm models at a glance, and assembled them faster than I did."

"And what's even more insane is..."

"During target shooting, he took a moment to answer a phone call."

"He reloaded with one hand, then racked the bolt backward."

"In full-auto mode, every shot scored above 9 rings—twelve perfect 10s."

Liu Feng's expression had gone slack.

"Sergeant, isn't that insane?"

"He's just a third-year college student..."

Sergeant Luo Jianjun remained silent for a long time.

The atmosphere in the field grew slightly quiet.

After a long pause,

Luo Jianjun put down the towel and stood up.

He asked hesitantly,

"Have you seen his hands?"

Liu Feng nodded.

"I have."

"The calluses aren't thick, but the sides of his index finger and his palm ridge are deeply worn."

"So he definitely handles firearms often, and also cold weapons like daggers..."

"That's what puzzles me."

Hearing this,

Luo Jianjun's pupils trembled slightly.

He felt something was off.

Usually, only those who train regularly with firearms develop calluses.

Calluses form on the palm ridge and index finger.

Cold weapon training causes them too.

These calluses are easy to recognize,

All of us soldiers have them.

But a third-year college student,