Everyone felt confident they could complete today's gun training.

Jiang Wang patrolled the group, his smug expression making it impossible for anyone to bear watching.

Jiang Wang walked slowly among the students with a wicked smile on his face, took out an empty bullet casing from his pocket, and placed it on the barrel of the gun between two fingers.

It's almost time, and now they're pulling this stunt.

The eyes of several previously cheerful students were now fixed on Jiang Wang.

"What are you looking at? This is so boring. Let me give you something new."

"From now on, as long as you hold your guns steadily without moving, you will complete today's training in five minutes."

After he finished speaking, the other squad leaders also began to empty their pockets of bullets, keeping the spent cartridge cases and the guns in a balanced state.

A gun is round, after all.

Even the slightest tremor from the students would cause the spent cartridge cases to detach and fall to the ground.

The ground was all concrete at the moment, and empty shell casings would make a loud noise when they fell.

"Every time you fall to the ground, you get two extra minutes of training time. There's no limit. Five minutes will pass quickly, so keep it up, everyone!"

Oh my god, this tone makes it sound like five minutes is a very short time. Yes, five minutes is a very short time, but for them to grit their teeth and endure to the end, and then have to go through this ordeal of having empty shell casings in the gun barrel, let alone five minutes, even one minute would feel unbearable. If they accidentally fall down, the time will be extended, and there is no upper limit. It's simply torture within torture.

"Report, report, squad leader," Lu Zehua reported, his eyes fixed on the empty shell casings on the barrel of the gun.

"Say," the class monitor walked up to him.

"Squad leader... um, is it a little difficult to prevent the bullet from... falling down...?"

"What if a gust of wind comes along?"

Lu Zehua's voice was like that of someone constipated, broken and intermittent.

Everyone present who heard this wished they could be like him, while some wanted to move but dared not.

I was afraid that if I moved even slightly too much, the bullet would fall to the ground.

The squad leader walked to Lu Zehua's side, leaned slightly forward, and gently blew on the bullets on the gun barrel.

The cartridge case wobbled slightly, but did not fall out.

From the moment the squad leader approached and began to move, Lu Zehua watched the squad leader's movements with wide eyes, from the swaying of the spent cartridge case to its steady standing on the barrel.

Lu Zehua didn't dare to breathe too loudly, for fear that he might accidentally drop a bullet casing on the ground.

"Don't worry, there won't be any strong winds today, just a light breeze at most. Don't fret, it won't affect you."

"What are you worried about? It's only five minutes. What's so difficult about it? Can't you even last five minutes?"

The class monitor's words silenced the students around him who were about to speak, their eyes fixed on the bullet casings.

All I can think about right now is hold on, just five minutes. As long as the spent cartridge cases don't fall to the ground, five minutes will pass.

Everyone is persevering.

One minute

Two minutes

Three minutes

bite--

The sound of a bullet hitting the ground

Zheng Hong's cartridge case fell out.

The sound of the shell casings falling attracted those with weak willpower.

Upon hearing the sound, Lu Zehua instinctively turned his head to see which unlucky fellow had fallen first.

But when you turn your head