Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!



"I heard from one of Mom's comrades with the surname Cai that Mom's marksmanship is second in the military unit. No one dares to be first. I think I inherited Mom's talent."

Ye Jian had moved stealthily under the sunlight for a long time. Even the hair on her forehead was drenched in sweat, and her clothes stuck to her skin. A drop of sweat gathered at the tip of her hair. As she spoke, the sweat dripped down her long eyelashes and disappeared into her eye.

Ye Jian's eyes were used to being stimulated by the sweat, so she didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Because of the smile on Mr. Fu's face, her eyes were shining like the stars. She didn't look tired from the training. Instead, she looked brighter and more confident.

His daughter… really liked this kind of training!

Mr. Fu was elated when he realized this, but at the same time, he felt a little bitter.

This kind of training was actually very tough. However, when his daughter was 14 years old, she would rather suffer than return to Ye Zhifan's house. This showed that the hardships she suffered in that house were many times worse than the hardships during training.

Mr. Fu clenched his fists lightly, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he smiled and raised his hand. He wiped the sweat off Ye Jian's forehead with a gentle gaze. "Yes, you inherited your mother's talent, but you're more outstanding than your mother.

"I'm very happy. My daughter didn't have her parents accompanying her or protecting her, yet she grew up to be so outstanding. Jian'er, I'm very happy."

When he saw how outstanding his daughter was, he blamed himself even more for not being able to find his daughter sooner.

Ye Jian didn't notice Mr. Fu's self-blame. When Ye Jian made the first shot, Mr. Fu had to endure it a few times before he could stop himself from clapping.

Hostage targets and targets appeared at the same time. Sometimes, after the targets appeared, they would suddenly retreat quickly. At the same time, the hostage targets appeared. Mr. Fu realized that a few soldiers fired their pistols at close range because the two types of targets alternated too much. As a result, some hostages were fired by mistake.

However, Ye Jian didn't. Her reaction speed was proportional to her speed. Once the hostage target appeared, she would stop shooting. Once the target appeared, she would immediately use her rifle and pistol to complete her shooting.

"Now, what we're training is agility—the synchronized reaction of the brain and hands. Ye Jian can complete this kind of training very easily without making any mistakes."

Principal Chen's explanation allowed Mr. Fu to understand how much effort his daughter had put in in the past.

The entire sniper training ended at 11 am. It was time for Ye Jian to leave the base.

After it ended, Ye Jian didn't leave immediately. Instead, she exchanged her thoughts with the snipers.

They had rifles, assault pistols, and self-loading pistols on them. Ye Jian, who was standing beside the sniper soldiers, changed her target and quickly changed the three guns. Her movements were so fast that people only saw a blur before she was done changing the guns.

"You need to form a reflexive consciousness. When the target appears, your hand must have already accurately touched the gun you need to use. You shouldn't have to think about it halfway before you know what gun you need to use.

"This is a fixed memory. There are no other shortcuts to improve it. You can only increase your speed if you practice more and your brain reacts the same way as your hands."

Ye Jian didn't hide anything. If the sniper soldiers wanted to know anything, she would answer all their questions.

The sniper soldiers listened carefully and remembered everything. When Ye Jian left the base and they didn't see her during the afternoon training, they thought that it was a shame.