Lin Xiaotu nervously picked up the magazine, her hands trembling as she looked towards the assistant instructor, who had said that as soldiers, they absolutely could not allow firearm components to fall to the ground.
Yet she noticed that the assistant instructor was looking at her with a face full of concern, as if seeing someone from his own hometown.
Among the four of them, Lu Xiaoyou and Jing Yuan were particularly adept with the rifle, so the assistant instructor instructed them in prone position shooting training.
After firing ten bullets, Lin Xiaotu felt somewhat dissatisfied; she winked at Lu Xiaoyou, who was beside her.
"I think I can hit above the 8th ring!"
Lu Xiaoyou curled the corner of her lips, but said nothing.
The assistant instructor told them to count for themselves how many rings they had hit on the target.
Clutching the black target, Lin Xiaotu suddenly felt the urge to kneel.