Copenhagen sharpshooter training ground.

Rhodes stood at the edge of the target area, and the young man looked at his men—ten men older than him were scrambling to adjust the scopes on their guns.

Really, while these soldiers had the best marksmanship in their troops, the age gap was so great that Rhodes even noticed the oldest old man in his squad - yes, really an old man, with gray hair, a face wrinkled by the wind and snow, and a calloused hand.

Can such an old man be a marksman? He really wasn't dragged over to make up the numbers?

He was the slowest to adjust the scope, and the only one to give up, only to see the old man put down the quadruple scope, and instead picked up his ten-round rifle: "Your Excellency the second lieutenant, can I use a mechanical sight." ”

“…… No problem, but this time the target is a 300-meter target. Out of respect for an elder who was good enough to be his grandfather, Rhodes didn't scold, if he had a guy his age, Rhodes could spray this guy on the wall opposite the shooting range.

Forget it, don't argue with an old man about what's so good about the scope, he's afraid he's never used it in his life, and maybe won't use it in his short life.

"No problem, Your Excellency Second Lieutenant, when I used to shoot prey at about this distance, when I was in my hometown." With that, the old man raised his gun and shot at his seemingly small target.

Rhodes looked at the target, only to see a sign sticking out from under the target with the number of rings written on it.

Rhodes lifted the telescope and saw the number on it – 10.7 rings.

"Your Excellency Lieutenant, does he have short sequences similar to those of a marksman?" Putting down the binoculars, Rhodes opened his mouth and asked the lieutenant who came with these soldiers - where did this guy come from to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, what a man can't be seen, old fellow.

"No, Second Lieutenant Rhodes, these soldiers are Orions and Mountain People, and transcendental testing has not been able to detect them with autogeneous sequences." The lieutenant replied immediately.

"Soldier, do you have a transcendent sequence?" Rhodes scratched his head, and as he walked up to the old man, he looked at the veteran.

"Not really, Second Lieutenant." The veteran's answer made Rhodes raise his hand, and the flag soldier on one side gave the veteran's target group a flag, so the 300-meter target was lowered, and the 400-meter target was erected.

"Try it and see if you can hit that target." Watch as the old man picks up the gun and carefully adjusts the ruler - by the way, he doesn't seem to have adjusted the ruler at all, right?

This discovery made Rhodes look at the list in his hand again - without adjusting the ruler, he directly raised the muzzle of the gun and hit the first shot? This is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, this is a xenomorph from the mountain.

With a complaint, Rhodes saw a photo of the veteran and his identification sheet.

Well...... Simon Haye? Forty-two years old, a hunter in a small northern town...... He's only forty-two years old? The first thing Rhodes saw was that he was sixty years old.

But this age is also older than Rhodes's father, it is really an amazing existence, how much hardship this veteran has endured in the wind and snow and the wilderness to develop this skill.

And this soldier raised his gun, he didn't even take advantage of the gun mount on the side, but aimed directly and then pulled the trigger.

Rhodes held up the telescope, and this time, the score that appeared in the mirror was 9.7 rings.

Rhodes, who gasped, put down the binoculars, and he turned to look at the lieutenant: "Your Excellency, Lieutenant, he is a member of our marksman team." ”

Four hundred meters, shooting with mechanical sights, he has even taken into account the wind deviation in the current wind direction...... Where did this monster come from, if he couldn't take him down for the marksmans, Lord Marin would be very angry.

"Second Lieutenant Rhodes, I brought the soldiers here because the military wants you and your comrades to train them, not to fill your pockets." The lieutenant replied with a blank face.

Of course, Rhodes will not give up his plan just because of this sentence, since his face is not enough, then change his face: "On behalf of His Excellency Marin, I will select the best soldiers for him to join the marksmans, you can refute my face, but you should at least consider Your Excellency Marin." ”

"You damn little villain......" His Excellency the lieutenant scolded and crossed his hands on his hips, looking very unhappy, but this time Rhodes obviously found his death hole, so in the end he agreed to Rhodes's request: "But you can't pick any soldiers except Simon, I repeat, the military is for you to train the soldiers." ”

"Yes, it's not for us to fill our pockets." After saying that, Rhodes asked the flag bearer to signal the opposite side and asked them to set up a target of 500 meters.

Then Rhodes opened the drawer under the firing position, took out a heavy bullet from the bridge clamp and threw it to Simon: "Come, five shots, you have a total of one minute." ”

Simon nodded, withdrew the normal bullet from the gun, pushed the heavy bullet in his hand into the magazine, took the bridge clip, reset the bolt, and stood in the firing position designated by Rhodes.

"Let's go." Rhodes said, looking at the pocket watch in his arms.

Then came five crisp gunshots.

The young lieutenant turned his head in silence, raised the telescope in his hand, and watched as five signs with numbers appeared one after the other.

7.2，7.9，8.5，9.1，9.9。

Rhodes nodded: "You passed the test, Simon, from today you are a member of the marksman team under the name of Lord Marin, congratulations." ”

With this kind of marksmanship that adjusts while fighting, Rhodes has no problem coming, but he needs to use at least a quadruple mirror, and this Simon can do it with a mechanical sight.

What a monster that doesn't look like the Son of Man.

And the middle-aged man, who looked like an old man, looked very happy, and he saluted Rhodes: "Thank you for your recommendation, Your Excellency Second Lieutenant!" ”

"Don't thank me, besides, when you complete the training course given to you by Your Excellency Marin, you will also be an honorable second lieutenant." After saying that, Rhodes patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, and was about to say some words of encouragement when he heard an exclamation from the nearby shooting range.

"It's Lord Marlin!"

Someone shouted, and Rhodes looked in the direction from which the voice came from, just in time to see Lord Marlin walking beside his cousin and Carter.

The second lieutenant quickly took care of his collar, then took out the oil from his pocket and wiped his messy head a few times, and then saluted Marin who walked in front of him: "Your Excellency! Welcome back! ”

………………

"Well, I'm back." Marin looked at the beauty-loving boy in front of him and smiled, he turned his head to salute the lieutenant: "Lieutenant, hard work. ”

"Your Excellency! Compared to you! I don't feel what hard work is! The lieutenant looked excited, and he saluted Marin.

"Very energetic." Marin smiled and nodded, then turned to look at the young men of the Marksmans: "Go get busy." ”

When the crowd dispersed, Marin came to Rhodes and reached out to wipe the curls on his head: "Who hit that 500-meter target, it hit it very well." ”

"It was Simon Haye, Lord Marin, who hit it with a mechanical sight." Rhodes immediately introduced Marin to the treasure he had found, with a proud face.

Hearing this young man's introduction, Marin raised his eyebrows: "Give him five rounds of reloading." ”

Rhodes immediately reloaded the five-shot bridge clamp, and Simon Haye once again showed his marksmanship, winning Marin with an average score of 9.7 rings - Marin can also play such a result, but Marin can only do this by relying on psionic energy and magic to strengthen his arms and visual system, and this middle-aged man has no extraordinary abilities in him, how did he do it.

With such surprise, Marin asked the middle-aged man.

"From a very young age, I found that I was able to see very far and so clearly that I could even see the trajectory of a bullet." The middle-aged man gave Marin a very interesting answer.

Jason, he has no traces of being transformed.

No, he was born, his eyeballs were born with such an effect, and the human body is really amazing, right?

Jason's answer surprised Marin a little - is this a realistic manifestation of the rich relying on technology and the poor relying on mutation?

But in any case, since Rhodes had already helped him get this soldier down, Marin was confident that he would turn this middle-aged man into the most terrifying killing machine.

And the name is quite pleasing: "Simon Haye, starting tomorrow, Lieutenant Suder and Second Lieutenant Rhodes will be in charge of your training, and they will build you into a super soldier, do you have a family?" ”

“…… There were, and chaos ruined everything. The middle-aged man replied in a deep voice.

Marin nodded: "I see, train well, there is too much chaos in this world waiting for you to gouge an eye into their heads with bullets." ”

"Yes, Your Excellency, I joined the army to be able to take revenge on them." Simon replied.

This answer made Marin very satisfied, and at the same time he stretched out his hand, and Rhodes immediately took out his eightfold mirror and handed it to Marin.

"It's too big, double mirror." Marin smiled and shook his head.

So the second lieutenant changed to a double mirror, and Marlin handed it to Simon: "Come, try this, there are too many multiples for me I'm afraid you won't be able to get used to." ”

"I ...... I wouldn't use it. For the first time, the middle-aged man came out of embarrassment on his face.

Marin took his gun, taught him how to load the scope to the gun, and then taught him how to zero, and finally, Marin returned the gun to the middle-aged man: "Come, it's still five hundred meters." ”

After saying that, Marin took a picture of himself with an eagle eye technique.

First shot, 7.1 ring.

Marin could hear the middle-aged man muttering that it was too big, and then pulling on the bolt to throw out the cartridge casing.

This time, he aimed for a moment before pulling the trigger.

Second shot, 6.8 rings.

Marin turned his head to look at the middle-aged man: "Simon, can you tell me about your doubts." ”

"When I look at the target in this mirror, it feels too big, and I feel a little dizzy." The man gave a very speechless answer.

Marin looked at Rhodes, the young man who had already scratched his oiled head into a chicken nest.

"Give it a try, don't close your left eye, and shoot the remaining three shots." Marin said.

So Simon did so, and he raised his gun and fired a shot with his eyes open.

The third shot, the bullet was missing.

Although he didn't hit the target, Marin noticed that the calmness on the middle-aged man's face had returned.

He finished throwing the shell, took aim again, and pulled the trigger.

Marin watched as the bullet hit the 8.9 ring.

And then the fifth.

9.9 rings.

The bullet really hit the very center of the target.

Rhodes handed another bridge clip to the heavy ammunition, Simon finished reloading, and then completed the round with rapid-fire shots.

The five rounds hit an average of 10.6 rings.

Marlin turned his head to look at Rhodes, the second lieutenant scratching his coop head with some shame.

Turning, Marin motioned to the flag bearer for the target group to stand up to the farthest eight hundred yards.

Rhodes pulled out the overweight from the drawer.

Simon Heyer finished loading and looked at the target in the distance, and a smile appeared on his face: "You can see the target very clearly from the mirror, and it is really a good thing, Lord Marin." ”

Marin smiled, "Let's start shooting, Simon." ”

In response, Simon fired five rounds in eight seconds.

Four 10.9 rings, 10.7 rings for the first shot.

This Mr. Simon Haye has a very good gun sense and is a natural killer.

Marin can only use this explanation to conclude that Simon Heyer is too stable, and Jason says that he is a natural person, and Marin feels that either his ancestors are not good at it, or he is awakened by the surge of psionic energy in the near tide of death.

The big waves are sweeping the sand, this is.

Marin sighed as he motioned for Rhodes to take his new teammates to the camp, where he would supervise.

When the soldiers heard that Marin was supervising them, they immediately became more serious, and Marin stood by and watched the soldiers finish the first round, with the best average ring being 8.7 and the last one 8.1.

Considering that this is also the first time they have used a scope, they have received a maximum of two hours of training, which is enough.

Marin was also a cheerful man, and since the soldiers had come to train as marksmen, he opened his mouth and gave each of them 200 rounds of ammunition.

"I've beaten them all, it's not enough for me to approve them again." Marin's order was so well received that the soldiers from all the target areas ran to the logistics office to move the bullet boxes.

As for the second lieutenant of the range logistics department, Marin had to write him a note stating that Marin used the ammunition, and then Marin pulled twice the number of bullets through the half-plane.

Now it was the second lieutenant's turn to be embarrassed, Marin smiled and told him not to be embarrassed, telling him that as long as the soldiers who came to train came, the bullets must be enough, and he would replenish as much as he needed.

With Marin's assurance, the ensign finally nodded that it was okay.

Now that the soldiers' training was assured, Marlin was happy to be idle, and he went to another target area, just in time to see Carter supervising his soldiers.

"Your Excellency Marin, I thought you would have a good rest in the South." Carter saluted Marin.

Marin returned the military salute, and then said with a smile: "I'm so busy that I don't have time to rest at all, and it looks like you are too." ”

"After all, we have retreated, and the people from the military came over and said that they wanted us to train sharpshooters, and Suder and I had no reason to refuse, and we were idle anyway."

"Yes, but don't fall behind in your own training, you and Suder, and Halsan pay attention to the situation of the whole team, I don't want to wait for me to come back, you will become listless." Marlin said as he noticed the hesitation on Carter's face.

"What's the matter, if you have anything to say, just say it." Marin stared at his soldiers.

Carter was silent for a while, and finally stomped his foot: "Your Excellency, it's about Halsan." ”

"What's wrong with him?" Marin looked at the kid and thought things were getting interesting.

"Something happened to Halsan's hometown, he went to deal with it, it's been five days since this happened, I went to ask Suder today, and the military said they didn't know." Carter looked at Marin in one breath: "Suder and I think something is wrong, but Suder asked me not to tell you." ”

“…… I'm going to ask Suder, you train these young people well. After Marin finished speaking, he took out his cigarette case, took out one and flicked it into Carter's hand: "Remember, if you have something, report my name, if my name doesn't work, then those who cause trouble, you have to experience for yourself whether the knife in my hand is enough." ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, and finally lit the cigarette: "I'll go with you to see Suder." ”

"No, I said it, train them well." After saying that, Marin set out on a path to find Suder alone.

Then he saw Suder in the target area closest to the exit, and when the young man received the cigarette from Marin, he seemed to understand why Marin was coming, and he knelt down on one knee in front of Marin.

"I haven't asked you yet, I'm very passive when you kneel down like this." Marin frowned, and finally motioned for the young man to get up.

But Suder did not stand up, but lowered his head and said in a tone that was almost pleading: "Halsan told me that something might happen when he goes home this time, and he asked me not to tell you, saying that if you know, there will be a bloody storm." ”

Watching the young man pass the detection lie, Marin sighed and lit a cigarette for himself.

"Where is Halsan's hometown?"

"I can't say."

"Maybe he's dead, can't I go collect a corpse?"

Marin asked, looking at Suder who was kneeling there.

The big boy bowed his head in shame, but still refused to answer Marin: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, but Harsan said he must not tell you. ”

"He's dead." Marin said bitterly.

Suder didn't answer, Marin sighed, he turned and beckoned to the lieutenant, who came running quickly.

"Harsan Chandler, the commander of the third squad of the Marksmen under my name, where is his hometown?" Marin asked.

"Uh, this ......" the lieutenant shook his head: "I really don't know, you should go to the military headquarters and ask." ”

Looking at the fork at his feet, which represented lying, Marin opened a teleportation tunnel and flicked the cigarette butt in his hand to Suder's forehead before stepping in.

"Loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal, and I have learned the oath you have made to your friends and the loyalty you have shown to the ground beneath your feet."