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



"General, you need to remain silent. You can't speak up for Senior Colonel Amitabh anymore. His actions… are indeed repugnant. I don't like his high profile either."

The senior colonel accompanying General Hywell spoke in a low voice. Occasionally, he would glance at Senior Colonel Amitabh, who was the center of discussion. There was deep disapproval in his eyes. "He's very arrogant. He thinks his country and its soldiers are the best. He doesn't even acknowledge any other countries."

General Hywell naturally listened to his subordinate.

He said calmly, "They've always been as confident as they are today. You can see from their media and their country itself that they're filled with very powerful confidence. However, this confidence is built on self-righteousness."

"It's good to let them continue like this. It's good to continue maintaining our current relationship with China. It won't affect us."

Senior Colonel Amitabh had caused the dissatisfaction of the generals of the various countries. It was not the right time for him to stand up for him.

General Hywell pretended not to pay attention anymore and analyzed the results of the American participants with the senior colonel.

At seven o'clock local time, the temperature in the forest got lower and lower. The gunshots in the first zone seemed to have stopped for a long time. It was so quiet that the cold air seemed to have frozen. It was filled with a suffocating feeling.

Saluk's gaze was on the metal ring target that was shaking gently with the wind and rain. His eyes were hurting slightly. The rainwater had been in contact with his eyes for too long. It was very likely that they were inflamed.

Perhaps because of the discomfort in his eyes, Saluk moved his finger away from the trigger of the sniper rifle several times. Then, he raised his wet hand and rubbed his eyes fiercely. He blinked hard again. After feeling that his eyes were much more comfortable, he continued to lean over and aimed at the scope with one eye. He adjusted it again and prepared to snipe again.

On China's side, Li Jinnian started shooting at the shell target. From 80 meters away, he hit the ring on the large-caliber shell.

"Keep the rifle steady. Just take down this shell target." G3 half-squatted beside Li Jinnian's sniper rifle and placed the last cartridge case on the muzzle of the sniper rifle.

There were already two empty cartridges. If one more was added, there would be three cartridges.

He really didn't expect the Demon King to have a small hobby like this when he was sniping. He liked to stack cartridges on the muzzle when he was sniping.

This… wasn't a problem. It was a way to practice sitting stably with the gun. The three cartridges were superimposed on the muzzle. Within the next hour, not a single cartridge could fall.

This was how Li Jinnian trained.

After placing the last cartridge, G3 made an 'OK' gesture and slowly retreated to the back. He quietly waited for him to complete the sniping.

The sniper rifle was rooted in Li Jinnian's hands. No matter how strong the wind and rain were, the rifle wouldn't move. The cartridge cases on the muzzle wouldn't move either.

He started the final adjustment and took aim. He held the rifle with one hand and adjusted it with the other. The cartridges didn't move at all. It was as if they were glued to the rifle.

In the night-vision scope, the target was 80 meters away. Li Jinnian's gaze was calm. There was no nervousness on him. It was like ordinary sniper training without any psychological pressure.

The rifle was already aimed at the target's position. According to the wind speed and temperature, he adjusted it appropriately and deviated. Then, his slender fingers pulled the trigger without any hesitation… completing the sniping.