C3 The Entire Audience Was Shocked!

Someone soon arrived at the shooting range with ten glass bottles in tow.

Wang Zhiming wouldn't dare let anyone stand out in the open and toss bottles into the air, well aware of Tang Ming's subpar marksmanship.

What if Tang Ming accidentally shot the soldier tossing the bottles?

It was much safer for the soldier to throw the bottles from within the confines of the shooting range.

Wang Zhiming and his fellow soldiers could only hope that Tang Ming would manage to hit at least one bottle.

That way, their defeat wouldn't be too embarrassing.

Foreman Gao, still donning his sunglasses, remained expressionless.

Miao Lian, tasked with issuing the shooting command, looked at Tang Ming and inquired, "Comrade, are you ready?"

"I'm ready!" Tang Ming responded, gripping the gun firmly with both hands.

"Alright, begin!" Miao Lian instructed through the walkie-talkie to the soldier responsible for throwing the bottles.

Almost immediately after Miao Lian's words, a bottle resembling a black dot appeared in the sky.

Tang Ming quickly shouldered his gun and took aim.

As he did so, data flashed through his mind, sparing him the need for excessive calculation.

Moreover, the bottle, though a hundred meters away, seemed as if it were only half a meter from him, its image crystal clear in his sight.

The prowess of Hawkeye's vision was indeed fearsome!

Seizing the moment, Tang Ming squeezed the trigger.

Simultaneously with the sound of the gunshot, everyone instinctively gazed skyward, only to witness the bottle shatter explosively mid-ascent!

Upon seeing the glass bottle a hundred meters distant obliterated by the bullet, a look of utter astonishment crossed the faces of all present at the same time.

Eyes widened and mouths agape, a single thought echoed in their minds: This is impossible!

No one could believe that Tang Ming had actually hit the bottle.

Foreman Gao removed his sunglasses in amazement, staring at the fragments of glass.

Tang Ming had indeed hit an airborne bottle a hundred meters away!

And he had done so while the bottle was still rising.

The feat was even more astounding!

At that moment, everyone was rendered speechless by shock.

Was it just a fluke that he hit the bottle?

It had to be!

How could the shooting skills of a soldier who raised pigs be so remarkable?

This was the subconscious thought of everyone, including Wang Zhiming.

The soldier responsible for tossing bottles at the shooting range was stunned.

He thought he had seen or heard wrong, but the reality of the shattered glass at his feet convinced him otherwise.

The soldier they had accused of boasting and embarrassing the Corps had actually hit the bottle!

"Why has no one thrown another bottle?" Tang Ming inquired.

At the sound of his voice, everyone snapped out of their astonishment.

Miao Lian suppressed his curiosity, refraining from questioning Tang Ming. Worried about distracting him, he quickly called into the walkie-talkie, "What's going on at the range? Why have you stopped? Keep throwing the bottles!"

The range soldier, snapping to attention, grabbed the second bottle and hurled it.

Within three meters, the bottle burst apart.

Then the third, fourth, and fifth bottles met the same fate.

Each bottle was shattered by Tang Ming's bullets as it ascended.

Tang Ming hadn't wasted a single shot.

Each of his bullets struck a glass bottle with precision.

As the bottles continued to be shattered, it became clear to the onlookers that Tang Ming's success was no fluke.

Hitting one glass bottle could be luck.

Hitting two might still be chance.

But after the third, they had to acknowledge his skill.

Who could consistently hit three bottles at a hundred meters by sheer luck?

Tang Ming's marksmanship left everyone in awe.

Foreman Gao was so surprised that he didn't even notice his sunglasses drop to the ground.

"I'll switch to shooting with my other hand!"

Tang Ming echoed Foreman Gao's earlier actions and words. He switched to his left hand for shooting.

With his left hand on the gun, every shot shattered a bottle.

After a series of shots, all ten bottles lay in pieces.

Tang Ming had fired ten times.

At that moment, Tang Ming exhaled deeply.

The system had truly aided him, or else he would have been quite embarrassed.

Tang Ming stowed his rifle and turned to face the military leaders and the others.

Their shocked gazes fell upon him as if they were beholding a superstar. Tang Ming smiled and asked, "Leaders, how was my performance?"

When the military chief, Miao Lian, Foreman Gao, Wang Zhiming, and others heard Tang Ming's words, they were somewhat taken aback. He had just hit a bottle flying a hundred meters away with his rifle, and yet he humbly inquired if his performance was satisfactory.

Zhuang Yan was the first to snap out of his astonishment, clapping his hands with fervor and shouting, "Your performance was excellent!" His applause and cheer brought everyone else back to reality, and soon the entire legion, including Miao Lian, the military chief, and Wang Zhiming, joined in the applause. The soldiers echoed with resounding shouts of "Great!"

Foreman Gao and Miao Lian exchanged glances, both recognizing the thrill in each other's eyes. Though they were no longer in the same unit, they had once been comrades-in-arms in the special forces. Both officers had a deep respect for talented warriors. Tang Ming's extraordinary marksmanship suggested to them that they were witnessing the rise of a new Soldier King. They knew that if someone with such potential were developed by the special forces, he might very well become a super Soldier King, surpassing them all.

"Little comrade, you've done quite well!" the military chief exclaimed, lavishing praise on Tang Ming. "Aside from the special forces, you have the finest marksmanship I've seen! I want to reward you!"

"Thank you, Chief!" Tang Ming responded, standing at attention.

The military chief nodded and turned to Wang Zhiming, "You're not doing a very good job as a commander. To think you sent such a capable soldier to tend to pigs."

Wang Zhiming, sweating profusely, quickly owned up to his error, "I've been negligent in my duties. I'm ready to accept any disciplinary action from the organization."

The military chief then addressed Foreman Gao, "How does it feel, Gao? You've tasted defeat, haven't you?"

Foreman Gao nodded, conceding, "I accept my defeat this time."

He then looked over at Tang Ming, a slight smile playing on his lips, and posed a challenge, "In half a month, it's the Wolf Fang special forces selection. Since you're so keen on challenging our authority, you surely won't miss this chance, right?"

Tang Ming was well aware that Foreman Gao saw potential in him and wanted him to try out for Wolf Fang. Yearning for the life of a special forces soldier, he certainly wouldn't let this opportunity slip by. He affirmed, "Absolutely! I'll be there!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you!"

"Right, it's getting late. We should head out and explore other places."

The military chief addressed Tang Ming, "Young man, give it your all. I'm eager to see the day you outmatch the Wolf Fang Special Troops!"

"Yes, sir!"

Once the military chief departed, the unit was dismissed.

Wang Zhiming escorted the commander away, and just as Tang Ming was about to head to his farm, Miao Lian called out to him.

"How come I never realized how formidable you were back in the Recruit Company? You've kept your skills well hidden!" Miao Lian teased with a chuckle.

"Perhaps my marksmanship just improved dramatically," Tang Ming replied, grinning.

"Regardless, you've performed exceptionally this time. You're definitely in line for a third-class merit."

Miao Lian, still smiling, asked, "How about it? Interested in joining the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company?"

Tang Ming paused, then responded, "Right now, joining the reconnaissance company doesn't seem appealing. I'm set to try out for Wolf Fang in half a month. If I don't make it, then I'll consider the reconnaissance company. For now, I'd like to spend some time at the logistics farm."

Miao Lian nodded in understanding and said with a sense of pride, "You're someone who values loyalty. But surely you'll need intensive training to prepare for Wolf Fang's selection?"

"Don't worry, Miao Lian, I'm fully prepared. There won't be any issues," assured Tang Ming.

With such confidence from Tang Ming, Miao Lian had no further advice to offer.

After a bit more conversation, Miao Lian let Tang Ming head back.

On his way to the farm, Tang Ming's thoughts were interrupted by the system's voice:

"Congratulations, host, for completing the mission. You've been rewarded with an increase of 100 points to your Strength, Nerve Reaction, and Speed, plus 50 to your Comprehension. Your wrestling skill has improved by 1 (with a 30% fusion level), and your Hawkeye Shooting Skill's fusion level has risen to 40%!"

Hearing the system's announcement, Tang Ming couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

He swiftly accessed his Attributes Panel:

Name: Tang Ming

Role: New Soldier in Charge of Pig Farming for Logistics

Physical Attributes: Speed 190, Neural Response 190, Insight 140, Strength 190

Skills: Hawkeye Marksmanship (40% fusion level), Captain America Combat Techniques (30% fusion level)

"I'm no longer the underdog!"

"With my marksmanship and combat skills, plus a physique nearly twice that of an average person, I might just stand a chance against the Wolf Fang Special Troops, right?"