644: I'm Weak

I'm Weak

"I don't understand how you can link it to firecrackers. Do you think the military unit will allow firecrackers here? After the students from No.16 Middle School are done, it'll be our turn." Ye Jian looked to the west. Mountains stretched into the horizon. The mountains blocked the sun and split the sky into two. One side was bright and shining while the other side grew darker.2

Ye Jian felt that the military always chose good locations for their units. The sun would be able to shine on this land early in the morning while at night, it would turn cool faster.

The shooting range was in the shadows now. It wasn't as hot as it was in the afternoon.

However, the heat was still present. The students from Provincial No.1 Middle School walked on the dried field. They could see that only three classes from No.16 Middle School hadn't completed the shooting practice.

They only needed to run 10 kilometers so they came back faster than the students from Provincial No.1 Middle School.

The students from Provincial No.1 Middle School felt frustrated when they thought about this. Why were the students from No.16 Middle School able to run 10 kilometers lesser? How infuriating! By the time they finished their 20 kilometers run, the students from No.16 Middle School had finished their shooting practice.

Of course, they could only complain secretly in their hearts.

By the time all the 17 classes from Provincial No.1 Middle School finished gathering, the students from No.16 Middle School had completed their shooting practice. This meant that their six-days military training had ended.

After entering the target range, the students from Provincial No.1 Middle School saw the students from No.16 Middle School leaving orderly under the command of their instructors. They also saw a long row of guns erected on the field.

A soldier wearing camouflage uniform stood beside each gun. Guns were dangerous so it was better to be careful.

The guns were already erected but the students couldn't get near the guns. There were about two meters between the gun and them. The male students strained their necks as they tried to get a closer look. The female students stood at the back and started chatting.

"What gun is that? It's so long. It's different from what we always see."

"Those weren't real guns. I'm so nervous. I forgot everything that was taught to us. How am I going to shoot later?"

Since there was shooting practice, the military organized a lesson to introduce shooting to the students. Of course, the guns shown during the lessons were fake so it was different from the real guns on the ground.

"I still remember it. However, I heard that shooting is hard. When a bullet is fired, your shoulder will hurt. Do you think it's true?"

"This is bad. Do you think I will be able to pull the trigger? I'm quite weak physically."

The guns were quite frightening. Some of these guns had killed people before. Thus, there was a different aura on the guns. It was the aura of the person who used to hold it.

The fear of the students came from this aura. It was normal that they would be afraid of guns. Guns were used to protect the nation but it could kill people too.

Females were more sensitive so their reaction to the guns' aura was bigger.

Males were different. Most men would have a hero's dream. There was an innate connection between men and guns too. Hence, they would get excited whenever they saw a gun.

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