The one-and-a-half-hour class ended quickly, Zuo Luohuan got up and rushed to the next class, when she found that Ji Yuezhi and herself were in the same direction.

Today's last class is He Yue's "Shooting Methods", plus the "Nature of Command" just now, they have two main courses that overlap. Zuo Luohuan was not surprised. Even if Ji Yuezhi was classified as an Omega, his rank was higher than the others. The same was true of the high-ranking instructors of the First Military Academy. They were also the children of the leader of the group army, and the direction was naturally similar.

The shooting class was outside, and the students gathered together on the shooting training ground. Zuo Luohuan was walking unhappily and fell behind Ji Yue. The two walked one after the other. When they approached the training ground, Jiang Hong stuck in diagonally opposite. Come in.

He walked over to Zuo Luohuan and asked with a smirk, "I heard that you were reported."

Zuo Luohuan: "..."

"To be honest, I don't think that group of people are afraid of you enough." Jiang Hong gave serious advice, "When you are strong enough, they will have to consider it when they make such a move."

Zuo Luohuan glanced at him: "Indeed, even you ran away in the morning."

Jiang Hong affirmed: "I'm just in a hurry to go to class. Next time I encounter this kind of thing, I'll definitely give you a change of clothes first."

Zuo Luohuan snorted: "Is there a next time?"

When they arrived at the shooting training ground, He Yue had her hands behind her back, standing in front of a large basket of sniper light guns, waiting for the arrival of the students.

He Yue is a typical Omega. The A grade is not the best, and he is not tall. He is only 1.65 meters tall. A few patches of skin on his face are reddened. Most Omegas are born with pale and greasy skin. Red, but she stood here, silent and straight, and anyone who looked at it knew that this was a real soldier.

The sparsely rushed students arrived at the shooting training ground. After seeing He Yue, they gradually restrained their laughter and conversation, and stood quietly opposite.

Ten minutes before class, when all the students had arrived, He Yue finally spoke, her voice was a little hoarse, like a change caused by damage to her vocal cords: "Today, I will learn how to use a sniper light gun, before learning, five people in a row, one for each person Gun, ten bullets, and the dynamic target is set a thousand meters away."

There is no self-introduction, no lesson plan, He Yue is the official teaching as soon as he opens his mouth.

The students went forward to get the sniper rifle one by one, Zuo Luohuan walked over, bent down and stretched out his hand to pick up the gun, Ji Yuezhi also stood on the other side and picked up a sniper rifle.

After everyone lined up with a sniper light gun in their hands, He Yue didn't make a sound and still stood silently.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

The Seventeenth Group Army has a top-level weapon development team. Ji Yue recognized it as a YU-93 sniper light gun with a range of up to two kilometers, but the time from its invention to its elimination was only short. Two months short, because this gun is too heavy, weighing 18 kilograms, it is difficult to carry, and it is not universal.

On the other side, Zuo Luohuan lowered her head and held the gun in her hand. She didn't know where the sniper light gun came from, but it didn't prevent her from debugging the familiar data of the gun now.

Fifteen minutes later, He Yuecai asked, "Who doesn't know how to use a gun? You can get out of the queue."

A few people stood up, and He Yue asked the others to line up again. There were exactly thirty people, five people in a row, a total of six rows. Zuo Luohuan stood on the far right of the third row, and Ji Yuezhi stood in the second row. left.

"Ready to start." He Yue said.

Five people in the first row stepped forward, knelt on the ground to set up the sniper light gun, and quickly lowered the scope.

He Yue stood on the side and suddenly shouted: "Fight!"

One of the five did not respond, and the others fired ten bullets within minutes.

He Yue looked down at the number of hits of these five people on the light brain. The people who made the shots were not slow to respond, but the accurate heads were almost equal to none, and some people even missed a shot.

"Substitute and continue."

The second row also stepped forward, and after they fired ten bullets, the back row continued to fill up their seats. After the end of the round, He Yue announced the number of hit rings of everyone on the light brain.

Basically, it is equal to the destruction of the entire army. Only Zuo Luohuan has the highest hit rate, with six hits out of ten, with 50 rings, followed by Ji Yue, with five hits out of ten and 50 rings.

He Yue glanced at Ji Yuezhi and asked, "Do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?" The first round was empty, the second round was 10, and he finished ten rounds in this order.

Hearing this, Zuo Luohuan remembered Ji Yuezhi's icy past for some reason, ignored the discomfort in his head for a while, and smiled inexplicably in his heart.

Ji Yuezhi is a very strange person, sometimes she thinks that he is noble and indifferent, and Guan Cheng Ji Xixiu's calculations are deep, but she occasionally has the illusion that the other party is childish.

When He Yue spoke, the surroundings were very quiet, only the sound of shooting could be heard from the shooting training ground next door.

"Just debugging." Ji Yuezhi replied.

He Yue nodded and didn't bother with him anymore.

"YU-93 sniper light gun was eliminated after staying in the army for two months. I have only heard of it, but I have never seen it." He Yue took out the last sniper light gun from the basket, "Today's first touch it."

Like all the military cadets, she knelt down to set up her position, silently debugged, and fired ten bullets a few minutes later.

Zuo Luohuan looked at He Yue's hand on the trigger, there was a new scar on the back of the hand, she knew only what caused it.

That night, the SL-9 light gun shattered the place where He Yue was. The wound was probably scratched instantly by something blown up, and the hole was not shallow.

He Yue, who was lying on the ground, had already stood up: "Even if the shortcomings are so great that a sniper light gun that can only survive in the army for two months, it is still a gun."

The light brain showed that He Yue's score just now: 10 rounds and 10 middles, 90 rings.

The military academy students looked at the terrible hit rate on their brains, and their eyes changed a bit when they looked at He Yue. Knowing that she was amazing, and seeing it with their own eyes was another matter.

Zuo Luohuan stood in the third row, looking down at the gun in her hand quietly, but her back suddenly became cold. If she hadn't turned around and fired the gun with the SL-9 that night, she would never have been able to leave the armament database building.

He Yue is very strong, she seems to be born for guns.

As an instructor, He Yue didn't say a word of nonsense. She began to disassemble the gun in front of the military cadets, explained it slowly, and then let the students who had shot it disassemble it by themselves. She turned to teach the students who couldn't shoot.