A new recruit in a reconnaissance company actually made a similar challenging remark to a special forces officer, saying that special forces soldiers were "nothing special!"
This was somewhat beyond their comprehension. Did this young soldier truly possess some amazing skill, or was he simply a fearless newborn calf? Ignorance breeds fearlessness?
The high school team leader walked up to Li Ling, stared into his eyes, and said with a forced smile, "So what do you want to show?"
Li Ling smiled slightly and said, "The commander just demonstrated his superb marksmanship. Since we are exchanging skills, we should naturally demonstrate the same thing."
"Oh? So how do you plan to present it?" The high school team member was genuinely intrigued at this moment.
The arena was silent. Everyone listened quietly to the conversation between Gao Zhong and Li Ling. No one interrupted. Miao Lian and the others were full of anticipation for Li Ling, while Minister Zhao was extremely curious.
"May I ask, sir, what is the furthest distance you can throw a bomb?" Li Ling suddenly asked a question that puzzled everyone present.
After a moment's thought, the high school team leader said, "Around seventy meters, what do you want?"
Li Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, a strange smile appearing on his camouflage-covered face, and said, "Well then, I'll make a bet with the commander. I bet you can't throw those beer bottles over fifty meters."
The high school captain was slightly taken aback, but then he realized what Li Ling meant. He looked at Li Ling seriously, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and a smile of interest appeared on his lips.
"If this kid can really do that, then Wolf Fang will have another ace assault soldier. Even if we lose face a little, it doesn't matter."
With that thought in mind, Captain Gao readily agreed, "Alright, then I'll witness your amazing skills."
After saying that, he walked straight to the spot where the two scouts had thrown the beer bottles. There were still more than a dozen bottles in the bucket. Captain Gao picked one up in each hand and looked at Li Ling.
Li Ling turned around and walked to a spot several dozen meters away from the high school team. His position was exactly 25 meters to the side of the high school team, which was 50 meters in the center.
"Snap!"
With the bullet chambered, Li Ling pointed the gun downwards and rested the butt on his shoulder. At this moment, Minister Zhao, Miao Lian, and the others understood what Li Ling wanted to do, and they couldn't help but feel their hearts pounding, while also feeling slightly excited.
Miao Lian clenched his fists, staring intently at Li Ling, silently cheering himself on: "You brat, you'd better make me proud!"
Li Ling got ready, and without even looking at the high school team, he stared at the empty space in front of him and shouted, "Begin!"
Upon hearing this, Gao Zhong's arm muscles tensed, and he threw the bottle in his right hand. He then switched the bottle from his left hand to his right and threw it again.
He had great arm strength, and the beer bottle flew very fast after he threw it, almost as fast as an eagle soaring through the sky.
However, the next moment—
"Bang bang..."
"Bang bang..."
As the high school team fired, Li Ling's gun went off, and the beer bottle flew less than forty meters before exploding in mid-air.
"Bang bang bang bang bang..."
"Bang bang bang bang bang..."
The high school team kept throwing beer bottles one after another, and the bottles were exploding faster and faster, getting closer and closer to the high school team.
The thirteenth beer bottle exploded just a dozen meters away from the high school team, almost as soon as he let go of it.
Only one bottle left!
Gao Zhong's eyes flashed, and instead of throwing it out again, he flicked it horizontally forward from his waist, less than a meter off the ground, which caught Li Ling off guard.
Li Ling narrowed his eyes, quickly lowered the muzzle of his gun, and fired the last shot.
"Bang……"
"Bang..."
The last beer bottle shattered just 20 or 30 centimeters from the ground, but ultimately failed to fly 50 meters.
"Phew~"
After firing the last shot, Li Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief. All's fair in war, and that old dog-headed Gao was indeed cunning; he almost managed to drop the bottle.
"well……"
"Splash..."
"This guy is a monster!"
At that moment, the entire firing range erupted in cheers. All the reconnaissance soldiers clapped enthusiastically, including Minister Zhao. Everyone was impressed by Li Ling's skill.
Miao Lian's face beamed with joy, and he kept muttering, "Good lad, good lad, you haven't let me down..."
Looking at Li Ling not far away, Gao Zhong was filled with admiration.
When he threw the bottle, it was thrown into the air at a slow speed, and there was a momentary pause when the bottle reached its highest point and he was exhausted. Anyone can do that if they have enough training and quick enough reflexes.
It's fair to say that the high school team's marksmanship was honed through sheer volume of bullets.
But the marksmanship that Li Ling displayed could absolutely not be trained through training alone!
That requires extremely high levels of eyesight and reaction speed, almost reaching the level of stream of consciousness. In addition to training, it also requires the support of exceptional talent.
In other words, Li Ling was truly shooting with his "heart," relying entirely on instinct to fire, because at that speed, there was simply no time to aim.
Li Ling returned to Xiwa's side and stood still. Gao Zhong walked up to him again and asked gently, "What's your name?"
"Reporting to the commander, a name is just a code." After giving a proper answer, Li Ling revealed a smug smile and said, "You can just call me Xiao Zhuang."
Upon hearing this, the high school captain chuckled and continued, "You're quite unique! Can you tell me how you developed this handgun technique?"