Chapter 162: All the New Recruits This Year Are Gifted Freaks!

Lu Yang suddenly felt a faint pressure.

All of a sudden, he became the whole regiment's hope.

At present, among the contestants from each company of the Special Third Regiment, Guo Yongwen's eight points are the highest.

But even so, under the pressure of one perfect score and two nine‑point scores, he will probably miss out on third place.

Now the entire pressure falls on Lu Yang; whether he can bring a ranking back to the regiment depends on his performance from here on.

"Last group, shooting ready!"

As the referee's low roar echoed, Lu Yang moved to the firing position and took the magazine handed over by the safety officer.

He loaded the magazine, opened the safety, pulled the bolt, and raised the gun to aim in one smooth motion.

Most sniper rifles are semi‑automatic, requiring a trigger pull to fire a single round.

Although fully automatic sniper rifles exist in theory, in practice their accuracy is usually inferior to semi‑automatic or bolt‑action sniper rifles.

Because the fully automatic mode generates greater recoil and faster muzzle movement, it compromises shooting accuracy.

Therefore, most professional snipers still prefer semi‑automatic or bolt‑action sniper rifles.

Due to his innate color‑weakness, Lu Yang is like wearing a low‑light night‑vision device, able to ignore the environmental effects of night.

Lu Yang's finger squeezed the trigger, and his first shot earned a perfect ten‑ring score, which gave him great confidence!

His firing rhythm is steady; after each shot he makes a precise micro‑adjustment to the muzzle to counteract recoil‑induced movement.

One point!

Two points!

Three points!

Lu Yang, in one fluid motion, left eight bullet holes in the bullseye of the chest‑ring target!

Now if he hits just one more, he'll reach nine points and, together with the two other nine‑point shooters, advance to the final overtime round!

His palms sweat slightly, his mind is highly focused, and he can even hear his own heart pounding "thump‑thump"!

At this moment, Gao Feng, Guo Yongwen, Zhou Kaidong, Li Jiang and Kong Long all arrive on site, silently cheering Lu Yang on.

The pressure of being the "regiment's hope" is no joke; it's Lu Yang's first time feeling such a heavy burden on his shoulders.

With a yearning for victory, he steadies his breathing and pulls the trigger again at the target six hundred meters away.

Bang!

The 7.62 mm cartridge, spun by the rifling, flies out of the barrel and lands squarely in the bullseye!

"Nine points, nine points!"

Gao Feng suppresses his excitement, raises his fist, and cheers softly.

Guo Yongwen exhales a huge sigh of relief, feeling a satisfaction of surpassing his mentor.

But considering Lu Yang still has one shot left, the lingering tension tightens again.

Zhou Kaidong and the others do the same, holding their breath for fear of disrupting Lu Yang's rhythm on this final shot.

Even Wang Zhongxi, who had been watching from the side, abandons his earlier composure and focuses his attention on Lu Yang.

As the regiment commander, he knows Lu Yang has a shooting talent, but didn't expect his accuracy to be this high.

The main reason everyone is tense is that if Lu Yang lands one more shot, he'll get a perfect score and, together with that officer from the Zhencha Daitui, will contend for first and second place in the final showdown.

Whether it's first or second, both are acceptable; after all, Lu Yang is just a private, and he already claimed first place in the five‑kilometer run.

But people are rarely satisfied; even Wang Zhongxi hopes Lu Yang can snag another first place, so he can proudly show his face before Division Chief of Staff Xiong Yao and the other comrades.

Besides the Special Third Regiment commander, the heads of other units are watching closely, and even Division Chief of Staff Xiong Yao can't help squinting.

The Division Reconnaissance Battalion is his own unit, led by a very outstanding Lieutenant Platoon Leader,

If he's outperformed by such an obscure private, his face will certainly lose its shine.

"Regiment Commander Wang, is No. 68 the one who previously took first in the five‑kilometer barefoot run?"

"Chief of Staff, your memory is really good."

Wang Zhongxi puts down his binoculars and replies.

Xiong Yao raises an eyebrow: "You couldn't have recruited a veteran and deliberately changed his rank to private for the competition, could you?"

Wang Zhongxi laughs: "How could I? I've served for so many years, always being pragmatic, never fiddling with fake tricks. This soldier truly has shooting talent, but I didn't expect him to achieve such a good result."

"Now we just have to see if the final shot hits, right?"

Xiong Yao hums: "That's the most crucial shot."

He turns his gaze toward the two‑time precision‑shooting champion, the Division Reconnaissance Battalion sniper company platoon leader.

It is clear that the sniper company platoon leader, whose brow had previously been relaxed and proud, now has his eyebrows tightly knit.

Because he didn't expect anyone to threaten his "Cold‑Noodle Sniper God" status at the last moment, and the most dangerous of all is a rookie!

Usually those with good shooting skills often lack physical fitness.

But this No. 68, though seemingly slender, is a bona‑fide human‑shaped motorcycle!

Once such a person appears on the battlefield with a sniper rifle, combined with high‑mobility harassment tactics, it will surely give the enemy a headache to death!

In addition, the absurd daytime contestant who threw a hand grenade 110 meters away multiplies the sniper company platoon leader's pressure, giving him a headache.

"What's wrong with this batch of new recruits? Why is everyone a talent freak? Are they trying to roll us veteran officers to death?"

The gunfire gradually subsides, and the vast majority of the last batch finish shooting.

Although the results aren't ideal, the magazine is empty and there's no remedy.

But at this moment, Lu Yang still has one bullet left in his chamber.

It is this final round that makes his mind a bit chaotic.

Even while prone at the firing position, he can clearly sense that almost everyone's gaze in the venue is fixed on him.

There is expectation, encouragement, satisfaction, envy, and naturally also jealousy......

Lu Yang suddenly rose from being the whole regiment's hope to the level of being watched by the entire division's elite.

This both multiplied his pressure and made him hold great expectations for that final shot.

Because he knows better than anyone that if this shot hits the bullseye, it will bring a huge positive payoff.

If he can make it into the finals and successfully defeat the champion who has held the arena title for two consecutive sessions, he will become the only double‑event first‑place winner of this competition.

Such results and attention are worthy of the Regiment Commander granting him a personal second‑class merit medal!

Perhaps Lu Yang's state adjustment took too long, so the referee even stepped forward to urge him.

"That's the last shot; fire quickly."

"Yes."

Lu Yang inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly.

After fully steadying his mind, under the gaze of the entire arena,

He focused all his attention on the target, and his finger pulled the trigger......