"It doesn't matter if you haven't played it, as long as it's not a pistol, put the handle of the gun on your shoulder, and pull the trigger at three points and one line. After finishing speaking, he walked down and shot the five people lying on the ground, kicking their butts and kicking their legs from time to time to adjust the posture of the soldiers.

Soon, the first group of five soldiers finished shooting, the soldiers raised a small red flag, and the target soldiers on the opposite side quickly stepped forward to report the number of rings one by one, and then the soldiers entered the data.

"The next group! Hurry up, grind and find a fight!" glanced at the results, okay, it's just an average of 45 rings, ahahaha.

Wen Xi is the second target position from the left in the second group, and the most important thing for novices to hit targets is not to hit other people's targets.

On the first day of reporting, the training subjects at each station were almost the same, and Yimaosan had already received news that someone had two more ballistics on his target during the shooting training of a certain company. If Wen Xi aims at the wrong target, hehehe......

"Why are your butts pouting so high? Do you know that your hip bone is against the ground? Do you have a prosthetic leg on your shoulder? The butt of the gun is so far away for fear of breaking your collarbone?"

"Three points and one line...... Wen Xi slowed down his breathing, aimed his right eye at the aiming ring of the gun body and the black spot in the center of the target, and decisively pulled the trigger after his heartbeat slowed down.

"Bang!" There was a sudden recoil force on the butt of the gun, and Wen Xi's shoulder was holding the butt of the gun, but the position of the whole person was moved to the side a little.

Yimaosan didn't make a sound to remind, just stood there and watched coldly, and saw Wen Xi regain his position little by little.

"What are you doing with grinding and chirping? You have to reminisce for a long time after a shot, hurry up! I'm going back to eat after the fight!" Yimaosan deliberately shouted loudly, and he heard Wen Xi's stomach ringing.

Wen Xi's attention was on the small black dot on the target paper, and he didn't hear what Yimaosan was saying at all, so he just took his own slow aim-pull trigger-re-aim-shoot again. After five bullets, Wen Xi exhaled and relieved himself to find that his comrades on the left and right were all standing in place waiting for him.

"Don't get up yet, it's comfortable to lie on the ground!" Yimao Sanyi kicked over, Wen Xi rolled over without waiting for his shoes to touch the corner of his clothes, and the others looked at it as if they had kicked Wen Xi over.

"It's okay, can you stand up?" The squad leader hurriedly pulled Wen Xi's arm and dragged it up, Wen Xi hurriedly stood upright, only to see that Yimaosan's face was so stinky that he could do it.

"The next group is ready!", this kid faked a fall! His shoes obviously didn't touch!

"No. 1 target 49 rings, No. 2 target 37 rings......" The voice of the target reporter suddenly came out of the walkie-talkie, and he glared at Wen Xi.

"Wen Xi is out of the ranks! Do you know how many rings the average number of targets in our class is? 45 rings! The passing line in the recruit period is at least 42 rings, and you don't even have 40 rings, don't you want to eat! If you can't reach the passing line before the end of the big competition, you can find someone else to beat you with that score!"

Wen Xi didn't know the target shooting results of other students, so naturally he couldn't refute it, so he could only endure the baptism of saliva.

Half an hour later, everyone finished shooting, and a few pickup trucks came from outside the field, but they finally didn't let them run back the way they came.

The mountain road was bumpy, and there was no handle on the car, so Wen Xi could only press his feet and back against the carriage, and pick the chair board with both hands. Jumping up and down all the way, Wen Xi felt that his bones were about to fall apart.

"MMP, the new system won't be a cheat again, right, it can reduce physical damage...... Wait a minute, what level am I at now?" Wen Xi complained as he stumbled on his chair, he still wanted to experience the defense skills of the new system, how could he remember that the current system was 0?

Wen Xiguang thought that he wanted to adapt to the pig food of the army so that he would not be punished to death by the system, and where did he think that when the system was not leveled, the defensive skills would not work at all!

"I have to find a chance to go to the kitchen to make some food to save energy points, how much energy value does level 1 need? No matter, let's go to level 3 first, the food of the army will not even be comparable to the roadside stalls!" Wen Xi thought about it again and again, the average meal of today's restaurants is about 3 points, and the level 3 system should be within the safety line.

But the reality is cruel, after Wen Xi returned to the army canteen, he didn't even have a chance to speak. Every soldier is quietly cooking, eating seriously, there is only the sound of bowls, chopsticks and spatulas colliding and the sound of chewing food in the canteen, and there is no one who speaks!

Wen Xi looked at the buffet-like food window and wanted to sigh that the troops were so advanced, although the food was not very delicious, at least it was democratic enough. According to the appearance of the dinner plate, everyone should be able to play three dishes and one soup, so what 2 points of tomato and egg soup Wen Xi didn't even have the desire to look at it, so he directly used the soup bowl to fill a spoonful of mung beans and made the soup, this has 3 points ↑.

The score of meat dishes is generally more than that of vegetarian dishes, and Wen Xi is now growing his body and consuming a lot of training, so Wen Xi quickly and accurately hit 3 meat dishes. Of course, it's not a big meat dish like braised pork ribs, and there are two dishes that still have some chili peppers and onions stir-fried in them.

When Wen Xi returned to his seat with a plate with 4 small mountains, his eyes kept staring at him, even eating, until Wen Xi finished the last grain of rice.

When the searchlight-like eyes of a dime and three searched lights moved away from Wen Xi, Wen Xi began to drink the soup, and he didn't seem to have eaten enough.

Lunchtime was only half an hour, and Wen Xi didn't dare to go to eat, so he could only drink two more bowls of soup. As for why he didn't drink more bowls of mung bean soup, Wen Xi said that drinking too much iced mung bean soup is easy to have diarrhea, and he doesn't know what the subjects are for training in the afternoon.

After lunch, it was nap time, Wen Xi followed everyone into the bathroom with toiletries, and wiped his body in the cubicle with a basin of water while going to the toilet. He only has two sets of clothes, and even if he does, he doesn't have time to wash and dry them now.

When the aching body hits the hard bed, only exhaustion can make Moon Hee fall asleep. After a short half-hour sleep, Wen Xi woke up, and the only sound in the dormitory was the long breathing of his comrades.

He couldn't get up if the wake-up number didn't sound, and as soon as Wen Xi was about to change his sleeping position, the high and low beds began to creak, so frightened that Wen Xi could only lie stiffly flat.

After dozens of minutes, Wen Xi felt that instead of getting rest, his body was even more sore.

Fortunately, the training subjects in the afternoon were relatively relaxed, and there was also a 1-hour cultural class, and after Wen Xi fully demonstrated what it means to be a scholar, he was rewarded with ten minutes of telephone time.