The afternoon sun was unusually hot, and I was sleepy. Amanda led us into the shooting range, but instead of visiting the rifle shooting area, we arrived at the pistol shooting area.

"This afternoon we will have pistol shooting training. Pistol shooting and rifle shooting are one of the most basic military trainings in the face of danger, but pistol shooting training not only examines the accuracy of shooting, but more importantly, trains everyone's ability to react quickly when dealing with emergencies. Maybe you think you have a lot of time, but a thousandth of a second of shooting will control your life, so the difficulty and test point of pistol shooting are in the mystery of this shooting time. Amanda explained as she illustrated the training essentials, "Okay, that's it, after a while, everyone will be practicing shooting in the training room marked 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9." ”

I looked at Amanda's training instructions, and although there was nothing special about the illustration, Amanda's words made me a little worried. If I had left it in the past, I would never have been nervous, wouldn't it just be shooting, a piece of cake! But now that time is like an arrow, it is definitely not a good time for me to be a soldier of the peacekeeping force, and there are many dangers around me, and nothing can be underestimated!

When it was finally my turn, I stood up, straightened my somewhat curled clothes, and walked into Shooting Room No. 5 with trepidation.

As expected, as soon as I walked in the door, I was immediately dumbfounded. This is a pistol firing area, and the whole area is an enlarged "whack-a-mole" playing field! A large number of "bad guy" models with guns in their hands, like ghosts, wandered the corners of the shooting range, and I felt that my two eyes were simply not enough. Maybe you've just targeted the "bandits" on this side, and the "bad guys" on that side have already shot you. In reality, I don't know if I've fallen in a pool of blood thousands or tens of thousands of times, but now I can only bite the bullet.

I walked over to the side table and grabbed a practice pistol, which, although it was for training, was just as good as the real thing, except that it wasn't equipped with physical bullets. I caressed this one* with great care, it was very lightweight, as thin as papier-mâché, but the details were almost perfect.

I pressed the "START" button on the side stage again, ready to start fighting. With a "beep" sound, the chaotic wandering models suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, except for the sound of my footsteps moving slowly on the ground. I gripped my pistol, aimed ahead, and walked with extreme caution. I watched the six roads and listened to all directions, for fear of missing any wind and grass, but the space around me was surprisingly quiet, as if I could hear the sound of a needle.

Just as my highly concentrated attention had reached its limit and I began to relax involuntarily, a murmuring sound suddenly sounded in front of me, which completely disintegrated the last bit of attention I had left. But at this moment, a skeleton holding a machine gun suddenly appeared behind me. Just as he was about to raise his gun to shoot, I was glad to be aware of it, so I turned around vigilantly and pulled the pistol. Hearing only a "whoosh" gunshot, the skeleton fell to the ground in response, and finally killed him without danger.

Everything is back to the original state, and I don't dare to take it lightly anymore. But it was impossible to relax a little, for after only a minute the enemy began to attack all around me, first a small group of skeletons with rifles running out, then a group of more hideous enemies, large skeletal gendarmes, but more often more ferocious "mercenaries" who sprung up from all directions. I fought to the death, but the soldiers resisted one after the other, without any pause or rest.

I didn't have to think about whether there were enough bullets, because it was so plentiful, I just shot hard, but time seemed to freeze, my struggle was already lost in the tide of "enemy troops", I swore to resist, but I could no longer parry, I put down my pistol in despair, and let a large wave of gathered pseudo-enemies surround me like gophers, shoot at me with *, and then pass through me like a shadow. I suddenly burst into laughter, I thought I was ridiculous, what am I doing?! If I were on the battlefield, I would have finished playing it a long time ago, why should I be here to be in danger?! I'm not this material at all, completely and completely not!

The "battle" came to an abrupt end, and the many "mercenaries" also stopped moving, and at this moment they stopped in place like puppets. Oh, so the shooting training was over, so I limbly flew over the bodies of these shadow soldiers. As I was about to leave the door, I glanced at the electronic screen hanging above the side table, which showed my results, 5467 shots and 14894 shots.

Shot 14894?! Seeing this result, I don't know whether to laugh or cry?! Frustrated, I walked out of the shooting range, the scorching sun outside scorching on my cheeks, and I couldn't see anything for a while.

The training session is over, and everyone's results are on the list. Allen still stands out without any suspense, his results are amazingly good, and the second place is still the disgusting-looking Quint, but his results are not half a star compared to Allen in first place.

I looked at my ranking, and I was ranked 10th in rifle shooting, which was not too far behind, and worthy of my long-standing but unforgettable status as a peacekeeper, but the fact that I was in penultimate place in pistol shooting made me doubt my reflexes. I felt like I had done my best, but I couldn't make a way out. To be honest, I'm at a loss, can I still be qualified for the rank of soldier, and where should I go? These questions pressed against my heart like a towering mountain, and I gasped with great difficulty······