Chapter 493: Too wasteful, too expensive, too fragrant!

The rest of the people were all stunned: "????"

With faces full of question marks they looked at the tall, head‑held‑high Chen Panpan, whose chest was straight and whose mouth corner was hard to suppress.

He hadn't expected that just stepping forward to show an attitude could earn such a reward.

Indeed, Brother Lu Yang's words back then were all correct.

As long as one performs actively in the troops and strives to advance, one can surely achieve one's ideals and ambitions.

Zhou Kaidong, Liu Ziqiang and a few others had no objections; they had always watched Chen Panpan's progress and effort.

Giving him a chance to perform might better motivate his growth.

But Kang Changyi, who never liked falling behind, quit and immediately stepped forward to protest.

The reason was that he felt he was more qualified than Chen Panpan to be the Team Leader of the Raptor Team, because he had abundant management experience and was also a Lieutenant and Platoon Leader.

Lu Yang immediately voted him down: "Team Leader, it's settled on Chen Panpan; you're already a Lieutenant, you should give her a chance to train. If you want a position, you could be a Discipline Officer."

Kang Changyi: "What is a Discipline Officer?"

Ding Tengfei: "It's the kind that files little reports behind people's backs."

Kang Changyi's face darkened, and he resolutely refused: "How could I possibly do that kind of behind‑the‑scenes reporting? That would undermine unity!"

Lu Yang stared straight at Chen Panpan and asked, "If you become Team Leader, you'll have to put in more effort and endure more hardship; if you're not capable, you can't lead the troops. Do you have the confidence to do it well?"

"Yes!"

Chen Panpan shouted especially loudly, her eyes full of confidence.

Lu Yang also had confidence in her: "Then it's you. From now on, any notices, I'll have you convey them. Alright, training starts now!"

He grabbed the intercom and shouted inside; soon the weapons custodian delivered ammunition, and also brought several cages containing live birds.

"I'll explain the training requirements. In the upcoming shooting drill, we won't use fixed targets; these chickens are your targets."

"The purpose of this arrangement is to let you get used to the feeling of a bullet hitting a living creature, thereby gradually building psychological defense."

"At the same time, moving targets can train and improve your shooting accuracy and timing."

Isn't this just like hunting?

Interesting, interesting!

This kind of shooting drill is far more interesting than the previous target practice.

"Distance is two hundred meters; no sights may be used."

"OK, easy."

"One additional requirement: only wound, not kill."

"What??"

The soldiers preparing were all stunned, clearly not understanding what that meant.

Lu Yang explained, "The requirement is that each shot must hit, but not kill; if it dies, it becomes a fixed target, and the training loses its meaning."

Chicken: "This is a damn living dad!"

"For me peanuts, for me peanuts!"

The weapons handler took the chicken cages to a distant spot for preparation, and scattered a handful of peanuts on the ground.

Zhou Kaidong still couldn't quite understand how to achieve only wounding, not killing.

One must know that chickens are already quite fragile; a single hit will most likely kill them.

Lu Yang gave no explanation, but instead grabbed a gun and demonstrated on the spot; six chickens had already been released from the cages, and he aimed at a rooster, tilting the barrel slightly upward.

Bang!

The trigger was pulled, and a bullet spun out of the barrel.

The rooster, startled, flapped its wings and clucked away from its original spot.

This scene was seen crystal‑clear by several people holding binoculars, each of them dropping their jaws to the ground.

"Holy crap, that's actually only wounding, not killing!"

"Isn't this the outline‑shooting technique?"

"Instructor, what if, by accident, we kill a chicken? What then?"

Lu Yang turned his head to Liu Ziqiang, who asked the question, and smiled at him: "If a chicken dies, we'll put feathers on your butt and make you a target; we can approve you to wear suspenders and dance holding a basketball."

Liu Ziqiang's rear tightened, and his throat let out a harsh gulp.

Nevertheless, he didn't understand why they'd make him act like a chicken, wear suspenders, and hold a basketball.

But he knew clearly that if a single shot killed a chicken, there would be no good outcome.

In just that moment, the shooting difficulty jumped by a geometric multiple compared to before.

Not only must one find a good angle and timing; others firing also cause a chain reaction, scaring the other chickens together.

"Wow, that's really hard!"

Kang Changyi loaded his ammunition, lying prone on the ground, taking ages to find the right moment to fire.

The others did the same, all lowering their breathing rate to the minimum, searching for a chance to act.

The next second, gunfire sounded; Ding Tengfei fired the first shot, and an astonishing scene followed immediately.

Several chickens in the distance were startled, flapped their wings and took off; although they were only one or two meters above the ground, they were indeed flying.

Kang Changyi gazed at the flying chickens from afar, as if seeing a former friend's silhouette: "If Pilot Brother saw this, wouldn't his blood boil and he'd shoot them all down?"

Lu Yang went over and tossed him a handful of sunflower seeds: "Stop staring, fire quickly!"

"Oho, yes!"

Kang Changyi quickly aimed at a chicken about to land.

Originally, he aimed at the bright red comb atop the chicken's head, intending the bullet to graze and cause only a superficial wound.

But he didn't expect that a single shot would separate the chicken's head from its body, sending it flying far away.

This chicken also fell to the ground, flapped twice, and died.

"Pfft, pfft......!"

Everyone else switched to vibrate mode, straining to hold back laughter.

Kang Changyi was also impressed; normally his shooting isn't this accurate, how did he blow the target's head off with one shot this time?

He turned his head, meeting Lu Yang's murderous gaze, his throat gulped: "No, it's not my fault; it moved randomly, it deserved to die."

Lu Yang was furious: "Do you know how much a chicken sells for on the market these days? Do you know that all of us up and down are tightening our belts to get by? You killed it with one shot—how are we supposed to continue the training after that?"

"Two hundred push‑ups, and I'll deduct the cost of this chicken from your allowance!"

Having said that, he picked up the walkie‑talkie and shouted at the other end: "Send another chicken over!"

Hardly had his words fallen when Zhou Kaidong's side also made a mistake—he had intended to shoot the feathers on the target's buttocks, but accidentally broke one of the chicken's legs.

Missing a leg, the chicken immediately collapsed on the ground, turning from a moving target into a stationary one.

Lu Yang covered his forehead and, into the walkie‑talkie, corrected himself: "Send another one, send two over......"

At this moment he deeply understood the meaning of shooting training burning money.

Although, these chickens will later be handed over to Squad Leader Hong and turned into delicious dishes like green bean stewed chicken, potato stewed chicken, spicy chicken, three‑cup chicken, coconut chicken......

But if we keep training like this, who can afford it?

This is too extravagant, too wasteful of money, too delicious!