Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 267 - 43 Shooting Training Begins

The military granted less than two hours of rest this time.

Mealtime, a one-hour soak in A-grade Repair Liquid, and then continued training.

Two hours of training followed by a 30-minute rest, then more training.

During that period, two students were sent to the Biological Repair Chamber ahead of schedule.

Now White Hair and Xize had completely resigned themselves to their fate, and when they emerged again, they were trembling and pointed at Lin Hao, unable to speak.

The Major revealed a harmless smile.

Training continues!

The merciless Gravity Room special training lasted for two days, and by the afternoon of the second day, Mu Fan also couldn’t hold on anymore. Stuck at level 46, the speed of the rubber bullets suddenly doubled, tearing his skin and flesh apart.

This was the first time Mu Fan had sustained such severe injuries since arriving on Blue Capital Star.

"Huff~ huff~"

Mu Fan looked at the number 46 on the training room display behind him, internally comparing it to his time on Loga Star, realizing he had improved by a whole six levels, and these were the enhanced training levels!

This signified that his explosive power and coordination had seen extremely noticeable improvement during this time.

In the third sublevel underground, Lin Hao looked at the data chart handed to him by the Lieutenant.

From level 38 to 44, each level decreased progressively, and above that, only Mu Fan was at level 46.

"This kid’s physical qualities are simply those of a born warrior!" Seeing the final results, Lin Hao nodded in satisfaction. Even he could only endure up to level 42, which was the outcome of many years of training.

Yet here were twelve children surpassing him!

They were all uncut gems.

As for Mu Fan, based on his performance up to this point, he was undoubtedly a Soldier King seed in Lin Hao’s eyes.

As for his ultimate limit, no one dared to predict.

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With such excellent physical qualities, for the shooting training that was to begin tomorrow, Lin Hao already felt confident.

Good physical qualities meant strong muscle control, which was extremely beneficial for shooting training.

As long as one isn’t an idiot, with bullets, a sharpshooter can be trained.

Looking at the sweaty young man moving onward, Lin Hao nodded to himself in approval.

Suddenly feeling a chill, Mu Fan looked around, but seeing nothing amiss, he continued clenching his teeth and walking forward.

His training outfit was all torn apart, with flesh on his back mangled and bloody.

In such a state, without soaking in Repair Liquid, an ordinary person would need at least two weeks to heal naturally.

Trailing behind, White Hair weakly supported himself against the wall, shuffling forward like an old lady. Seeing the bloody back in front of him, he, who would normally rejoice in others’ misfortunes, didn’t dare to laugh, only pursing his lips tightly, his face a mix of contortion and distress as he looked at Mu Fan.

"You... even you have days like this, cough cough."

Xize walked out with one hand covering his buttocks and the other supporting himself against the wall, immediately catching sight of White Hair’s awkward expression and couldn’t help but grin.

As a result, a thin scab on his face that had just formed cracked open.

"Ho ho... truly courting death... even daring to laugh at me, look at your pig face... what courage you have to stand before me."

Xize’s face trembled with anger, his left hand shakily extended and he jabbed White Hair’s buttocks forcefully.

"Ow!~~!!! Your granny’s!!!

This loud voice startled the soldiers who had just opened the Inner Sect door.

Having just returned to the ground level of the Inner Hall, Lin Hao heard this loud cry and frowned.

Was the intensity of his training not enough?

Mu Fan, who was painfully shuffling forward with his back tense, also turned around to look back at the scream. He saw White Hair’s teary-eyed expression and grinned.

After these young men had soaked in the Repair Liquid and eaten dinner, they stood once again in the training athletic field.

The Major stood before them, "These past two days, your performance has been commendable. This training is a benefit for you. Normally, access to a Gravity Training Room of this caliber would require you to use credits for additional application, so learn to cherish every opportunity."

"Tomorrow’s shooting training begins—let me see your potential! Alright, dismissed!"

A listless voice arose, and the group of youths who were tired as dogs all returned to their own dormitories.

Tomorrow they would finally escape the inhuman gravity room training, and who would ever spend credits to torture themselves in the future?

Shooting practice? That sounded pretty good.

The recent physical training with pulse rifles hanging heavy objects must have been in preparation for tomorrow.

This should be easy.

Most of the youths fell asleep with a heavy drowsiness.

However, Mu Fan, who was staring at the ceiling, had a conflicted expression on his face, fearing he wouldn’t get enough to eat tomorrow.

White Hair, on the other hand, was sleeping especially sweetly, hugging his blanket. No one should bother him now, for tomorrow he was going to take on ten by himself.

The next day, at 4:30 am sharp, after the routine weighted cross-country and regular strength training, the group of youths was arranged into four armored transport vehicles and brought to the Special Training Base firing range.

The transport vehicle’s hatch opened.

The youths found themselves in the midst of a huge valley plain, with low bushes spreading out of sight up the sides of the surrounding mountains.

"This is the Special Training Base’s exclusive 210,000 square meter natural firing range. You should feel honored to be able to train here for the first time."

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Seeing that the attention of the youths wasn’t very focused, the Major revealed a mysterious smile on his face and with a wave of his hand, a rumbling number of track vehicles approached.

The tarp was violently ripped away.

"Whoosh!" The shining metal glint instantly pulled the vision of the group of youths back to attention.

"Gulp~" The sound of swallowing saliva erupted everywhere!

The Major actually brought the good stuff!?

Ten large track vehicles, an entire ten vehicles that upon a glance seemed to have over a thousand weapons, and the types, sizes, lengths all varied, dazzling the eyes of the youths.

Shi Sen’s eyes were firmly fixed on that lightweight MZ-T1 semi-automatic rifle with a streamlined appearance, and being someone who knew his stuff, he recognized at a glance that it was the latest model, with a laser sight and a fire-red nano coating with special heat dissipation features!

That was a weapon exclusive to the ace units!

If the Major weren’t still standing there, Shi Sen would have definitely rushed over immediately.

"Boys, what you have seen in reality, what you haven’t seen, now it’s all here. The purpose of showing these first is to tell you that after going through basic familiarity training, you will be able to choose a weapon that suits you for the real live-ammunition training!"

To have a gun of their own?

All the youths’ eyes blazed with excitement.

White Hair, who was drooling, was dead set on that real OW76 type pulse rifle equipped with a missile-launching tube when he unintentionally noticed the distressed-looking Mu Fan.

Out of curiosity, he asked, "What’s wrong?"

Mu Fan replied with a grave look, shaking his head, "I’ve never used a gun."

I thought it was something serious?

Hearing Mu Fan’s words, White Hair laughed, patting his shoulder reassuringly, "Your physical fitness is definitely not a problem. As long as you have good body control, it’s easy to learn how to use a gun. It’s just a matter of how well your muscles can handle the weight of the firearm."

Is it that simple?

Hearing Yin Shuai’s words, Mu Fan suddenly felt that maybe he had a lot of talent for this.

So his expression immediately brightened.

Watching that hopeful expression, Yin Shuai felt like he had helped a wayward youth back on his feet.

"As for the theoretical knowledge of shooting training, I’ve already explained it to you during rest time in the past few days."

Almost everyone, including Mu Fan, shook their heads simultaneously, indicating that all of that knowledge had been flushed away after one trip to the bathroom.

"Alright, I know you won’t remember, so I’ll let you practice a bit first."

"Pick up those basic training assault rifles over there!"

The Major pointed, and the trainees’ eyes followed to the last corner of the track vehicle, where a pile of old assault rifles lay.

So these are our guns, huh? What a rip-off!