Chapter 106: Set on Fire, Am I a Lamb Waiting to Be Slaughtered?

"How about it, do you submit?"

"Obey your sister!"

In the 100‑meter rapid fire event, Zhou Kaidong ultimately lost to Guo Yongwen by a slim margin of 0.5 seconds.

But the shooting scores were identical, both perfect.

Lu Yang watched this duel very attentively and carefully.

He felt that his two eyes could even operate independently.

To separately observe each one's technique and subtle differences during the rapid fire.

These things are collectively called "dry goods", taught by example and experience, knowledge that cannot be easily learned.

But with the aid of his system ability, Lu Yang transformed into a humanoid magnifying microscope, capable of capturing them.

And when the two fired, his own body seemed to react in synchrony.

For example, curling his fingers, bending his legs, and using his gaze to aim at the bullseye, all to reinforce learning memory.

It resembled a youngster walking down the street, suddenly dribbling the ball with bare hands under his waist, then leaning back for a jump shot.

"How about you two have another match?"

Lu Yang, eager to learn more and quickly improve his shooting skill, proactively suggested it.

His proposal was immediately accepted by the two, because a half‑second gap was indeed too small.

So small that, although Guo Yongwen clearly won, it felt like a tie.

After all, he is also the regiment‑appointed sniper training team captain.

If the difference is only that tiny, how can it showcase his skill and marksmanship?

Zhou Kaidong shared the same thought; at the very least he must win back, otherwise his face would be lost!

In their respective units, both are Soldier Kings, core members, and outstanding warriors.

Otherwise, one wouldn't be an Acting Platoon Leader and the other a New Recruit Company Platoon Leader.

While the two were discussing what to compete in, Lu Yang proactively suggested.

"How about we shoot beer bottles?"

"Good idea!"

"Sure!"

Having drunk beer at noon, they could conveniently use the bottles as props.

This time, the contest was about aiming and shooting moving objects.

Each took an 85 sniper rifle at a distance of 400 meters; before starting, Zhou Kaidong specifically requested to adjust the scope, and Guo Yongwen agreed.

For any veteran, calibrating the firearm is essential.

As for the TV trope of picking up a random gun and hitting a hundred percent, that's pure nonsense.

If the gun isn't one you regularly use, the first shot usually requires trajectory calibration; only after calibration can the sniper rifle truly perform its function.

Besides adjusting trajectory through firing, there is also a "four‑point aiming method", which requires a person to cooperate and use specialized auxiliary equipment; the process is a bit cumbersome but suitable for beginner instruction.

Lu Yang, to better observe their demeanor and the tiny details of range and wind‑speed measurement, naturally could not be the one to toss the bottles.

Thus the task fell to the pitmaster Wan Baoshan and another veteran.

The two stood 400 meters away and, at the same moment, threw beer bottles into the air.

Ten bullets, ten bottles, still a contest of who hits more accurately.

"Shooting, ready......!"

Lu Yang now acted as safety officer, judge, audience, and the source of the two's rivalry.

Sure enough, once a person is outstanding, they shine wherever they go.

But juggling multiple roles, his eyes now held only a yearning to "steal" skills.

When the small flag fell and Lu Yang gave the word "start", the two bottles on that side were also tossed into the air.

Bang bang!

Two sniper shots rang out, and the two green bottles 400 meters away shattered on impact!

Lu Yang couldn't help but cheer, "Well shot!"

Guo Yongwen and Zhou Kaidong both curled a smug smile at the corners of their mouths, first raising their chins toward him, then looking at each other.

Their gazes emitted streams of electricity, intersecting in the air and sparking crackling flashes.

Bang bang bang, the gunfire kept echoing across the range, and the bottles tossed far away shattered one by one.

Lu Yang's eyes fixed on the two's actions and demeanor, while his system continuously learned and reinforced.

Under his intense focused observation, he discovered each had their own sniping tricks.

Guo Yongwen would hold a blade of grass in his mouth to gauge wind speed.

At the same time, biting the grass helped him align eye‑to‑nose, nose‑to‑heart, heart‑to‑target.

This counts as his self‑improvement focus trick, but actually he learned it from a retired Special Operations senior.

Lu Yang guessed it was akin to the cowboy duels in westerns where they hang a toothpick, a similar cleverness.

Zhou Kaidong's habit was also noted by Lu Yang; before each aim and shot, his chest would rise slightly, adjusting his breathing rhythm to steady his mind.

In fact, Lu Yang didn't know whether these observed details would be useful in the future.

But this feeling of using his system ability to "discern and dissect" the two Soldier Kings' habits gave him a strange thrill, like sneaking away with sugarcane unnoticed.

When this round ended, all twenty bottles were shattered; although it was a draw, one bottle perhaps due to being sturdier or some other reason remained slightly intact.

"Hehe, the bottles didn't break; I should count this round as my win!"

Zhou Kaidong looked at his side, noting only the bottle missing its mouth, and said smugly.

Guo Yongwen didn't really object; that earlier shot he indeed missed a bit, the bullet grazing the bottle's surface.

But the main reason isn't his poor shooting, it's that the idiot Wan Baoshan didn't throw it properly.

It should have been thrown upward, but he tossed it like a hand grenade, hurling it toward another veteran.

The two bottles were too close in the air; Guo Yongwen was distracted trying to tell which was his, so he hesitated a fraction of a second, making his strike a bit slower.

"Consider it a tie!"

"Looks like, you sniper training Squad Leader, your shooting is just so‑so, huh?"

"How about I give up my spot, you take it?"

"I actually want to, there's a whole bunch of new recruits counting on me."

"Then what the hell are you saying!"

"Alright, add another round; there's a 400‑meter obstacle over there, let's go compare there?"

"Fuck off, who would compare 400 meters with you!"

"Otherwise, a five‑kilometer run works too; I'll give you a head start of a hundred meters first?"

"Get out of the way!"

Lu Yang noticed that Guo Yongwen was visibly flustered.

And for these two events, Zhou Kaidong had the air of already having won before the competition even began.

It made him inevitably recall the terrifyingly developed leg muscles of Zhou Kaidong he had seen while showering earlier.

Only, in the New Recruit Company he had never shown them, nor truly run freely.

This made him somewhat curious, wanting to know exactly what Zhou Kaidong's five‑kilometer time was.

Because he had once heard Guo Yongwen say that in the Division's five‑kilometer run, Guo ran five thousand kilometers before getting third place.

So.......

Seeing Lu Yang's curious gaze toward him, Zhou Kaidong grinned, "Your Squad Leader me, Division five‑kilometer second, that kid Platoon third!"

Lu Yang let out a meaning‑laden hum, now understanding why Guo's team refused to compete.

At that moment, he suddenly noticed a pair of eager, fiery eyes looking at him.

Deputy Team Leader Cheng Jun shot him a strong look, almost shouting the line.

"Quick question, quick question—who's the first runner?"

Lu Yang smiled gladly, glanced at him, and then... deliberately didn't ask!

Being tossed around by Cheng Jun was extremely uncomfortable: Let me act a bit, let me act! I'm also outstanding, I'm also a Soldier King—otherwise could I have stayed until the fourth term?

But unfortunately, He Zhen Tao also interjected, trying to pull Lu Yang aside: "Still competing or not? If not, that's it? So, Lu Yang, come with me; there's something in the car for you..."

Before He Zhen Tao could find a moment alone with Lu Yang, Guo Yongwen stopped them: "Who said we're not competing? Let's keep going!"

"Compete in what?"

"Takedown!"

"Let's go!"

Seeing the two head toward the sand pit, Lu Yang got wildly excited.

He has only learned a set of military boxing up to now.

Takedown is a combat technique taught only after the lower regiment.

If he could learn it early in secret, it'd be a huge profit.

Wan Baoshan and his crew, not shying away from the spectacle, quickly surrounded them.

"Quick, quick, place bets, who are you backing?"

"I bet on Guo's team, a single ham sausage!"

"I also bet on Guo's team, a pack of instant noodles!"

"I… I bet on that veteran from the Sixth Company, Zhou Kaidong, right? I bet him a pack of spicy sticks!"

"I also bet on Zhou Kaidong; his footing looks steadier, Guo's team probably can't beat him!"

"You guys are going too far!"

Deputy Team Leader Cheng Jun came up with a cold expression.

Everyone thought criticism was coming, but he turned the tables.

"No bets on me? How much is on the table now, how to bet, what's the odds?"

"Wan Baoshan is the banker; on the table are ham sausages, instant noodles, spicy sticks..."

"I bet a case of cola, Zhou Kaidong wins!"

Wan Baoshan rubbed his hands, his face breaking into a grin.

Anyway, regardless of who wins or loses, as the banker he can take a cut.

If in the end both sides are crippled and fall together, that's a leopard—mass annihilation!

In the sand pit, Zhou Kaidong and Guo Yongwen tipped their hats, rolled up their sleeves, and began moving arms and legs, their eyes still full of gunpowder.

But Lu Yang, acting as referee nearby, was thrilled by the spectacle, already looking forward to this brutal, flesh‑to‑fist showdown.

Once I master it, the next time a veteran talks down to me, no respect, I'll just go up and take him down in one go.

"Hehe, just thinking about it feels great!"

Just as Zhou Kaidong and Guo Yongwen, both hot‑blooded, were about to strike, both sides suddenly stopped.

The two seemed to have an epiphany; their gazes cleared considerably.

"Do you feel something's off somewhere?"

"I think, yeah, a bit?"

"What's the point of us comparing these here?"

"We should compare who teaches better, who leads troops better, right?"

"Makes sense!"

Thus, the two said they would stop fighting and then they stopped fighting, then they pondered for a moment,

Together they turned their heads to look at Lu Yang, revealing a sinister, crafty evil smile.

"Stirring up trouble while planting seedlings, it's quite addictive, right?"

"You like watching the excitement, huh? Come, come over, Squad Leader will teach you grappling."

Lu Yang's tiger-like body shuddered; sensing that something big was going wrong, he just prepared to take a step back.

He was then shoved forward forcefully by Myriad Treasure Mountain, Cheng Jun and the others, who laughed gleefully.

Lu Yang stomp stomp stomped to stand before the two, looking at these two old soldiers with grinning faces, he forcefully rolled his throat, like a lamb awaiting slaughter........