Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 243 - 19 The Rising and Falling Shouts (Congratulations Grandmaster Zhe C??)

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(Congratulations to the new Grandmaster "Zhe C??!" An extra update for Slut Brother, with three updates today.)

The thick tarpaulin was once again lifted, and this time everyone saw it clearly.

Huh~

He let out a breath.

The military finally showed some conscience, this time they provided neatly arranged pulse rifles, with the height at the front and back of the gun body differing little, all about 25 centimeters, featuring a pulse shooting port at the front, a pulse energy missile firing hole, and equipped with a high-intensity tactical flashlight.

This time they were distributed in five batches.

The first twenty people who received these brand-new pulse rifles excitedly raised them.

"Haha, not light."

"About less than twenty kilograms."

"Made of the same metal, it’s much lighter than the pulse cannon from this morning."

Mu Fan, with his eyes fixed on the pulse rifle, wondered if this was the main focus of today’s training?

This is going to be tough.

Mu Fan’s brows furrowed slightly.

Because...

His experience with firearms was zero, and the occasional tests he had run on Battle Net showed that his shooting talent was...

Horrendously bad!

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What did that physical training have to do with pulse rifles?

The two shouldn’t be related by name.

Unfortunately, Black wasn’t around, Mu Fan thought a bit gloomily.

Mu Fan, already sinking into moderate gloom, didn’t notice when White Hair next to him saw the orderly pulse rifles, his eyes gleamed with excitement.

He kept muttering something to himself.

"Finally, I get to touch the real deal; the moment for me to show off my prowess has arrived, hahaha."

"E-material heat sink slot, manganese alloy tactical guide rail, 19.8mm tactical missiles, ultra-lightweight metal gun body, tsk, this is like custom-made for me."

At that moment, Mu Fan, who had been frowning beside him, suddenly turned and asked with confusion, "Do you know what this training is about?"

Yin Shuai was stunned, "I don’t know!"

"Then how come you’re so familiar with it?"

"I’m familiar with guns, but how come you look so pale?"

"I’m not feeling great; I don’t understand firearms at all, let alone how to use them. So I’m afraid I won’t be able to grab food today," Mu Fan admitted honestly.

Hearing Mu Fan’s candidness, Yin Shuai, after his initial astonishment, suddenly became so excited that he almost danced with joy.

He patted his own chest.

"Don’t worry, to keep a brother from going hungry, I’ll get the first place meal!"

Mu Fan looked at White Hair with serious doubts; the guy seemed utterly unreliable.

"Third row, come and collect."

It was Mu Fan and his row’s turn, so they all stepped forward.

When the cold yet light pulse rifle was placed in his hands, Mu Fan found that the weapon was indeed very light; the weight of less than twenty kilograms was almost no problem for them.

Now all the trainees were curious: they had the weapon in hand, but how to endure for three hours?

With such a light weapon, holding it for three days wouldn’t be tiring.

Fourth row, fifth row.

Soon all 100 people had received their weapons.

"The energy magazines have been removed; the weapon in your hands is the latest OW76 model pulse rifle currently equipped by the Federation Army. You should feel honored, as few people get the chance to handle this weapon."

Major Lin Hao stepped forward to lead.

Hearing his words, all the trainees excitedly looked at the weapons in their hands; what man doesn’t love guns?

Not to mention this gun sounds like the style of the Federation’s advanced individual weaponry.

"To all present, you have been selected according to the standards of the Army Reserve Officers. As soldiers on the battlefield, you can only trust your teammates and the weapon in your hands. If you get separated from your teammates, then the gun you hold is your hope to survive! Therefore, your understanding and coordination with the weapon in your hands will greatly affect your survival rate on the battlefield."

The Major’s voice paused, waiting for the hundred youths to digest the information.

"OW76 model pulse rifle has all-weather adaptability and can maintain fire power surge even in the worst conditions. Today’s training is to have you hold this gun steady for 3 hours! This will become part of your regular training routine and integrated into your lives! Also, this gun will be taken back after the special training ends."

After listening to the Major’s words, many trainees caressed the delicate rifle lovingly, gripping their hands around the trigger, feeling the clear and crisp sound as their fingers pressed down slightly.

But even more trainees wore faces of shock mixed with joy!

Is it really that simple?

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Hahaha, not just for 3 hours, I could even do this for 3 days!

Some people were even grinning as they picked up their firearms and struck a pose that was neither here nor there.

The Major smirked as he watched this group of youths, his palm lifting.

Immediately, a soldier stepped out of line, his body ramrod straight, as he held his rifle horizontally, his posture looking exceptionally robust and sturdy.

"See that? You must maintain the same posture as this one. There will be instructors on site to supervise, and if your form breaks once, you’ll be rewarded with a lash of the whip. Trust me, it’ll be painful."

Lin Hao’s hand now contained a black teaching whip, which cracked sharply through the air.

Judging by that whistling sound and force, no one doubted the pain of the whip striking the body.

But what of it?

The trainees had already stood up straight on their own, and even the fresh-faced Mu Fan adopted a proper stance, shouldering his rifle.

"Very good. You have five minutes to adjust your posture. Once fixed, no changes allowed. Hold for three hours, and each sway deducts 1 point. Persevering for the full 3 hours gives full marks, with points deducted based on the degree of form breaking. Not lasting the full 3 hours scores zero, and your final score will be the average of all your endurance training against heat and posture during the special training period."

Soon, soldiers from a platoon came out to help everyone adjust their stance.

Mu Fan’s neck, the back of his head, and his back formed a straight vertical line.

His hands held the Pulse Rifle horizontally, ready to shoot at any moment.

These hundred trainees were all far above average in quality, and after five minutes had passed, the Major, with a satisfied smile, observed the trainees.

"Very well, lads, the next phase of training officially begins, remember… keep your form!"

The joy that had been on the faces of the young men who saw the Major’s right hand rise and hook backwards disappeared as a series of metal clangs resounded, and their expressions began to change.

Until… not a trace of joy remained.

Shi Sen, who came from a military family, looked at the two solid steel balls and the connecting iron chain with a somewhat stiff expression.

This wasn’t quite the training he was familiar with...

Usually, there would be a 2-kilogram weight dangling from the muzzle of the gun.

Don’t underestimate that 2 kilograms. Due to the leverage produced by the length of the firearm, it would be exhausting for a normal person to maintain this position for even 10 minutes.

He was mentally prepared, so he never showed the relaxed smile that others did.

But…

This chain with steel balls that clearly looked heavy was just too much!

The Major’s face once again showed a mysterious smile, but his voice was icy and irresistible.

"Boys, your time to be tested has come. If you can’t hold on, just shout ’I’m not a man,’ or give up and I’ll give you a painful lesson you will never forget."

Even the confident Yin Shuai’s face began to turn green.

With a clang, the tactical hook caught the steel balls, each weighing the standard 30KG.

Many rifles tilted in their bearers’ hands.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Instantly, the supervising soldiers lashed out with their whips.

Ah~~~~~~~

The cries ensued one after another.

It wasn’t about shooting after all!

Mu Fan’s disappointment quickly faded, and a zealous determination enveloped him, one that was incomprehensible to others; he stood unflinchingly straight, holding his Pulse Rifle still.

After 5 minutes, someone’s arm wobbled again.

Another lash!

Ah~~~~~~~

Ah! ~ Ah!

"Puhahaha, I can’t take these moans anymore," White Hair Yin Shuai burst out laughing, unable to contain himself.

A whip landed fiercely on his buttocks.

Ah~

Yin Shuai’s cry made the goosebumps rise on the nearby trainees.

It was really you who moaned the loudest!

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