Chapter 422: I want this soldier, even if the Heavenly King and Laozi come (extra chapter)

Crouching stance is not suitable for ambushing enemies, nor for sustained ambush fire!

Anything else?

Anything else?

Lu Yang, as if with a magnifying glass, continually searched Bai Yuan for weaknesses.

Seeing he could not find any new problems, Bai Yuan stopped hiding the truth.

Your position is too exposed; it's fine in daylight, but if it's overcast or evening, the muzzle flash will draw heavy fire onto you.

Perhaps you haven't encountered this in grassroots drills, so you thought all was well; but this also shows, from another angle, that your past opponents were weak.

Lu Yang furrowed his brow and asked: 'Then, what is the correct way to do it?'

Bai Yuan stood, pointed to a drain on the ground, stepped back a few paces, and lay prone.

He then picked up a dust-covered woven bag from the ground and covered the gun barrel with it.

In combat, firing creates a blast that stirs dust, raising exposure risk; especially with large-caliber sniper rifles, this is more pronounced.

A torn cloth and a woven bag can perfectly hide the muzzle flash and the dust kicked up by the bullet's blast.

Prone shooting is better for prolonged ambush; staying away from windows and using a narrow drain as an observation point maximizes avoidance of detection.

This not only lowers the risk of being discovered, raises survival odds, and increases your battlefield margin for error.

Lu Yang's mind cleared; he suddenly understood.

In that instant, he grasped the importance of professional knowledge.

What Guo Yongwen taught earlier wasn't wrong, but it only applied to combat between regular units.

It's like two newbies soloing in a game—just mash the keyboard, no need for much skill.

Previously, Lu Yang succeeded repeatedly because he had mastered some techniques, enabling him to pull off dimensional reduction strikes.

Now it's like entering a wholly new field where skill, awareness, and feeling are indispensable; no wonder so many strive to join them, for these combat tactics are something regular soldiers never encounter in a lifetime.

Bai Yuan stood, brushed off dust, and tossed him the gun: 'Actually, everyone has a misconception that special forces are mighty, with fierce combat power, appearing and disappearing on the battlefield like ghosts.'

Lu Yang took the gun: 'Isn't that so?'

Bai Yuan shook his head: 'You've watched too many movies and TV; we just have more experience and are better at surviving in complex, changing environments.'

'Company Commander, the chief is calling!'

From beneath the lighthouse came Lao Mao's voice.

Bai Yuan patted his shoulder, letting him figure it out himself.

Lu Yang, whose shoulder was patted, felt as if enlightened, as if grasping some important key.

Recalling, the earlier battle against Kui Lang was really just about who could last longer, who was the indestructible cockroach.

Lu Yang's oily-feet tactic and Bai Yuan's covert shooting share the same principle: place oneself in a relatively safe environment, wait for an opportunity to deliver a lethal strike, then flee.

Lu Yang held his gun prone on the ground, keeping a small distance, using the small drain at the wall corner as an observation port; he covered his head and the gun with a sack.

At that moment, he felt he had entered another entirely new state; everything around him grew quiet, as if only he remained, and his gun felt steadier in his hands.

'Hey, Chief of Staff!'

Returning to the outpost, Bai Yuan pressed the enter key on the military notebook before him.

On the screen appeared a forty-something major, small-eyed, facing upward, giving an impression of being calculating.

'How are your preparations?'

'All set.'

'Nothing will go wrong, right?'

'Don't worry, this period we've mainly been practicing unarmed close-quarters assault and handling sudden standoffs; I believe they can complete the mission!'

The Chief of Staff nodded: 'Having confidence is good! If the mission can be completed satisfactorily, proving your idea feasible, that whole new training plan might also be accepted and adopted.'

'If it can be promoted, you as Company Commander have made an indispensable contribution.'

Bai Yuan humbly said he didn't need the reward; if possible, it's better to credit the merit to these soldiers.

After all, as the trial unit, they've suffered like lab rats on the island and deserve due recompense.

The Chief of Staff hummed: 'We'll consider this carefully according to the actual situation. By the way, I've found the data you wanted and sent it to your email.'

'The soldier named Lu Yang—I've looked at his file; he's excellent, quite good, very capable; try to win him over, bring him into our ranks.'

'Chief of Staff, this might be difficult; Zheng Chengfeng's side won't agree.' Bai Yuan shook his head.

'If he disagrees, I have a way to make him agree.' The Chief of Staff waved his hand, indicating you needn't worry about it.

'Alright.' Bai Yuan said no more; it's rare to get the Chief of Staff to praise with three 'very's in a row.

After hanging up the video call, Lao Mao happened to come in from outside, dusty and weary.

'What did the higher-ups say?'

'They inquired about the training situation and formally approved the operation.'

'Then, when are you preparing to move?'

'Just these two days.'

Bai Yuan said, opening his email.

Lu Yang's background information popped up, and Lao Mao also curiously leaned in.

'Let me see, wow~ this kid has earned quite a few honors, huh?'

'Division 5km run first, precision shooting second, appeared in the military newspaper, four-have excellent soldier, collective third-class merit, second-class merit...... Wow, there's even a first-class merit!'

'He's caught foreign spies, killed the Southeast Asian armed terrorists codenamed Kui Lang and their accomplices. Holy shit, awesome—barehandedly taking down four armed men?'

Especially when he saw the words 'Motorized Infantry' on his original unit, his shock intensified.

'Damn, they lied saying he was an armored soldier, and I actually believed it? All talk, no truth!'

'I say this kid runs so fast and is so tough to deal with—turns out he's a hidden big shot, playing the pig to eat the tiger here!'

"Old Bai, this kid has learned so many things from us; if we let him get away, wouldn't that be unforgivable!?"

Bai Yuan closed the email, shut the computer, and shook his head: "Even those who keep him can't keep his heart; a forced melon isn't sweet."

Lao Mao slapped the table: "I don't care if it's sweet; as long as it quenches thirst! I don't care, I'm taking this soldier, even if the Heavenly King himself comes…"

"That's all? What about the next line?"

"We can't speak too definitively; what if the Heavenly King himself really shows up, hahaha!"