During his observation, Qin Yuan occasionally glanced at the fixed and moving targets. The moving targets were deliberately set to irregular curved trajectories, sometimes too fast to be captured, and sometimes deliberately slow, testing the patience and accuracy of the recruits.

At this time, his eyes turned to the middle of the field, which was an ignored area. The moving targets occasionally popped up from there and then quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The recruits became more cautious in this environment. Every time they pulled the trigger, they needed to do their best to confirm the location of the target.

The faint light cast a shadow on their foreheads, making their faces more nervous and focused. The breathing between several recruits became heavier. This physiological reaction caused by high pressure was within Qin Yuan's expectations.

As they adapted to the shooting environment in the dark one by one, Qin Yuan's eyes never left them. The cold wind kept blowing, making everyone feel the biting cold, but this environment was exactly what Qin Yuan had carefully set.

On the battlefield, there were no comfortable conditions, and every detail must be taken into account.

The recruits did not start shooting immediately. They knew that they needed to be careful every time they pulled the trigger. Qin Yuan observed that one recruit had been gently shaking the gun in his hand, trying to find the best balance point.

He nodded silently. This delicate adjustment was exactly the quality he expected. Another recruit next to him was frequently adjusting his breathing. It was obvious that he was trying to calm his inner tension.

Qin Yuan looked at the performance of the recruits. Their considerations were reasonable. As long as they survived this night, their psychological quality would be greatly improved.

He stepped forward and said in a low but firm voice: "Everyone, don't forget that you are facing only a target now, and in the real battlefield, the enemy will not give you so much time."

During the training break, Qin Yuan personally stepped forward and demonstrated how to maintain a stable shooting posture under such harsh conditions. He knelt on one knee, aimed at a fast-moving target, and breathed steadily and rhythmically.

Under the gaze of the recruits, he pulled the trigger steadily. At that moment, the action seemed to be frozen in time. The target shattered with a sound, and a trace of admiration flashed in the eyes of the recruits.

"Look." Qin Yuan stood up and put the gun back on his shoulder. "Breathing control and posture stability are very important. Remember, don't rush for success. Every action must have its own rhythm."

Next, the recruits each looked for targets and started a new round of shooting. Qin Yuan watched closely. He noticed that the recruit who had been adjusting his breathing seemed particularly focused this time.

His movements became swift and neat, one shot at a time, as if the previous tension was released at this moment.

As the training entered the white-hot stage, Qin Yuan walked to the middle of the recruits and observed their every movement. He adjusted their posture from time to time and corrected their gun holding method.

Qin Yuan noticed that one of the recruits was still not accurate enough in shooting. He quietly stood behind the recruit and observed carefully and found the problem.

Gently patting the recruit on the shoulder, Qin Yuan whispered: "Don't mind the shaking of your hands, focus on the target."

After that, he straightened the recruit's hand and pressed the butt of the gun hard to help him find a more stable grip angle.

The cold wind swept through the training ground again, and the sweat of the recruits quickly cooled in the cold air. However, no one retreated. Although their breathing became heavier and more rapid, the tenacity in their eyes became brighter.

The training continued, and Qin Yuan carefully observed behind each recruit. As the night deepened, the lights around the shooting range began to sway, adding a touch of uneasiness to the originally tense environment.

The moving target in the center of the field suddenly appeared again, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, leaving a residual image in the darkness. Several recruits immediately raised their vigilance and quickly adjusted the muzzle to aim.

Some people trembled slightly, and the bullet whizzed past the edge of the target and disappeared in the darkness in the distance; some people were calm and composed, and the bullet hit the center of the bull's eye, making a crisp cracking sound.

Qin Yuan silently observed behind the recruits, and his breathing became slow and powerful with the tense atmosphere. This is an instinct that has been trained for a long time in the battlefield.

In his eyes, every shot is a scale of the recruits' growth, and every bullet is a proof of their challenge to themselves.

After adjusting his posture, a recruit decisively pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew almost close to the target. Although he failed to hit the center of the target, he smiled with satisfaction at his progress. Qin Yuan noticed this and nodded secretly in his heart.

Qin Yuan continued to inspect each recruit, paying attention to their subtle changes. As the training gradually deepened, he saw more recruits gradually overcome their initial nervousness and anxiety and began to show their potential shooting ability.

He walked behind a recruit again, leaned down and tilted slightly, and smoothly and naturally entered the recruit's field of vision so as not to disturb his already adjusted aiming action.

"You can move your left hand a little further forward, so it will be more stable." He demonstrated softly, slowly placed his hand on the recruit's hand, and guided him to find a better angle, "Also, keep your eyes close to the sight, and don't let any light distract you."

His eyes swept across the entire training ground, and his eyes kept switching between the fast-moving target and the recruits, capturing every tiny movement.

When most of the recruits have entered the state, the atmosphere on the shooting range has become quiet and tense. Only the occasional flashing lights and gunshots broke the silence. Qin Yuan continued to follow their pace and constantly adjusted their posture and gun holding method.

Watching the recruits gradually enter the state, a trace of relief flashed in his eyes. Every recruit is the hope of the future battlefield. Although they still have many shortcomings now, under this harsh training, they will slowly hone their tenacious will and superb skills.

The recruits gradually found their own rhythm in the dark environment, and the shooting movements became more and more skilled. The sudden appearance of moving targets could no longer easily disrupt their positions.

Qin Yuan knew that you can't get fat in one bite. These recruits who can achieve this level for the first time under his guidance are already quite difficult in his opinion. After all, not everyone has unparalleled talents.

After a few hours of training, everyone's hands have been a little stiff, because they have maintained the same action for too long.

"Assemble!"

Suddenly, Qin Yuan's voice sounded in the darkness, and everyone subconsciously began to assemble after hearing the order.

Although the surrounding environment was still dim, they gathered faster than expected. I don't know if it was because they had adapted to such an environment or because of other reasons.

After gathering everyone, Qin Yuan first recognized their training results, and then began to point out the shortcomings.

What he said now was basically the problems that most people would subconsciously have. It's not a big mistake, but if they don't change, it may affect their training results.

"I found that most of you have a habit of subconsciously adjusting your body. I'm not saying that your habit is wrong, but in my opinion, when you make a shooting posture, you should have maintained the best posture. Too frequent adjustments can only mean that you haven't integrated into the environment better..."

Listening to what Qin Yuan said, the recruits were recalling. If they didn't think about it carefully, they didn't know. Now that Qin Yuan said this, they all realized that they did do so.

After about ten minutes, Qin Yuan had said everything he should say, so he let them train freely. I think their level should be improved a lot after tonight.

Qin Yuan walked slowly on the training ground, observing the movements of each recruit with sharp eyes. Although they were already training freely, his presence obviously made everyone more vigilant and serious. Every recruit hoped to show their best in front of this strict but experienced instructor.

The breathing of the recruits became clearer in the night, and every movement was carried out with great concentration and seriousness. Qin Yuan stood in the center of the training ground, pacing slowly, and the notebook in his hand made the sound of turning pages from time to time.

A recruit was staring at the target with his fingers ready to pull the trigger. Qin Yuan walked behind him calmly, slightly adjusted the recruit's standing posture, and then changed the position of the recruit's shoulder with just one hand.

The movement was slight and accurate. If there were bystanders, they could only see that the recruit's movements became smoother and more natural.

"How does it feel?" Qin Yuan asked in a low voice.

"Well, it's a bit unaccustomed, but it's indeed more comfortable." The recruit answered nervously.

"Remember this feeling. Not all adjustments are bad, but they must be purposeful." Qin Yuan patted him on the shoulder and walked away.

Continuing to patrol the training ground, he noticed that another group of recruits were conducting multi-angle shooting training. He observed for a moment and found that the muzzles of these recruits were slightly tilted, and they obviously had not fully mastered the center of gravity and balance of the gun.

He walked closer lightly, silently adjusted their gun holding posture, and gave appropriate instructions and corrections.

During the free training, the recruits kept trying to correct the problems Qin Yuan had just pointed out. Each recruit's eyes were focused and steady, and their gunshots sounded regularly, echoing in the vast training ground.

Qin Yuan occasionally stopped and watched the performance of a certain recruit carefully, and then recorded his observations in his notebook. His judgment was not only strict, but also very meticulous.

Time passed quietly, and the starlight was gradually replaced by the morning light. Qin Yuan stood on a high place, overlooking the entire venue, and the training of the recruits was gradually coming to an end.

After walking around the field, Qin Yuan returned to the center of the training field and waved to all the recruits present. Everyone quickly stopped what they were doing and gathered in front of him. A new day has begun, and their training also needs new adjustments.

"Yesterday's training performance was good." Qin Yuan said with a hint of approval in his tone, "But there are still many areas that need improvement. Remember, every detail may determine your life or death."

After a day and a night of training, Qin Yuan knew that everyone was tired. In fact, he was also tired, but he was just used to this high-intensity life.

He let these recruits rest for a day. During this day, he would change his next plan based on the results of the training.

When he woke up, it was already afternoon. Qin Yuan thought of letting these recruits compete with other teams in the army.

The content of the competition is naturally shooting. Doing so can not only more clearly show the effect of special training, but also let others know the progress of these recruits.

Thinking of this, Qin Yuan immediately went to discuss with someone, but the other instructors in the army were not willing to compete at all.

How could they not know Qin Yuan's teaching level? If they agreed, they would be asking for trouble.

Maybe it would make their soldiers lose confidence, which is a thankless task, who would be willing to do it.

However, Qin Yuan tried his best to persuade them, saying that this was also a spur to others. In short, he said everything before someone finally agreed.

In the evening, Qin Yuan came to a new soldier's dormitory and told them the news, asking them to notify others to prepare.

"What? The instructor wants us to compete with others in shooting? Is this true?"

"Of course it's true. The instructor came to notify us personally. Be prepared. If we lose, we know the result."

Soon, everyone was notified. They were nervous and expectant and curious. They only had one night of shooting training. Can they really be better than others?

However, what they didn't know was that the previous physical training was also closely related to yesterday's shooting training.

If it weren't for the previous training, they couldn't calm down quickly yesterday under the interference of various sounds, let alone maintain the same posture for so long.

Qin Yuan did not tell them these words because he felt that it was unnecessary. When the actual combat came, they would know naturally.

In this tense mood, the time for the competition soon came. The two teams stood face to face, and they were slightly better than each other in momentum.

"I heard that you have only trained for a period of time with Instructor Qin. Maybe you can beat us, but I don't believe you can gain too much advantage!"

The person who spoke was the best shooter in the other team, named Sun Rong. He said this naturally with his confidence.

Because of family reasons, he has been exposed to guns since he was a child. Although he has not used guns for a long time, he must have an advantage over most of the other people present.

Although he knew a lot about Qin Yuan, he still didn't believe that even if there might be one or two extremely talented seedlings among these people, it would be impossible for them to destroy his confidence in such a short time. (End of this chapter)

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