Chapter 384 Target Shooting Talent

Nanxing is Zhiqi's little shadow; he follows his brother wherever he goes.

While they were free to roam the camp, Shen Mo didn't care that a little tail was following him.

Zhiqi was still young, so his hands were naturally not as steady as an adult man's. He couldn't hold the gun and shoot, so he could only hold it up.

Shen Mo set up the gun on the ground, then had Zhiqi lie down and aim at the target in the distance.

Soon, Zhiqi fired his first shot, and got an eight-ring score.

Shen Mo and the soldiers who were watching all nodded in agreement.

This kid was able to hit the bullseye with a real gun on his first try, which shows he has some talent.

Then Zhiqi fired a few more shots.

They're all hovering around the eighth and ninth ring roads.

Someone said loudly—

"Good lad, you are indeed a descendant of our soldiers."

"Not bad, such accuracy at such a young age."

Zhiqi blushed with pride at the praise, and Shen Mo smiled and ruffled his hair.

Suddenly, Zhiqi saw something.

He tugged at Shen Mo's hand, "Dad, actually Nan Nan's aim is better than mine."

Shen Mo looked in the direction he pointed and saw a small Nanxing next to him holding a slingshot and some pebbles he had picked up from the ground, aiming at a target not far away.

The moment Shen Mo looked over, Nan Xing had already thrown the pebble.

The pebble was thrown and hit the nine rings.

Shen Mo raised an eyebrow.

My son has a good aim.

However, when the second pebble was thrown, Shen Mo's pupils dilated.

Ten rings!

This child.

The soldiers next to me noticed too, "A ten-ring!"

Nanxing was not distracted by the people around him. At this moment, he felt particularly excited and wanted to hit a few more times.

Nanxing picked up another relatively round stone from the ground.

Seeing that his son was about to hit him again, Shen Mo held his breath and waited for his son's next move.

With a soft 'thud,' the pebble hit the bullseye.

The little guy got more and more excited as he played, constantly picking up stones to hit the target.

The soldiers watching him practice target shooting were all dumbfounded.

This kid definitely inherited their commander's shooting talent!

Shen Mo's surprise turned into relief.

It's not surprising that they have a talent for shooting, given that three generations of their family have served in the military.

The soldiers were all very excited. When Nanxing finished throwing a pebble and was about to pick up more pebbles to throw, he found that he had already thrown all the pebbles around him.

Just then, several hands reached out from the side, each holding a small, round pebble.

This was specially found for Nanxing by the soldiers. They haven't had enough of watching such a young child practice target shooting.

With everyone around him cheering him on, Nanxing couldn't very well stop, so he gritted his teeth and kept firing one shot after another.

Shen Mo calculated his son's stamina. After his son had taken a dozen more pills, Shen Mo said, "Son, your mother is calling you."

Shen Mo deliberately brought up his wife.

As the two little ones grew up, he, as their father, didn't have much authority at home, but as long as he brought his wife out, the two little ones would definitely behave.

Upon hearing his mother call, Nanxing immediately put away his slingshot and ran towards Jiang Ning.

Nanxing, a small child, only reaching her thighs in height, moved nimbly through the crowd and finally nestled into Jiang Ning's arms.

Nanxing tilted her head up from her mother's arms. "Mom, did you call me?"

Jiang Ning was surprised; when had she called him?

At this moment, Shen Mo walked over with Zhiqi.

Shen Mo said, "He's been completely fooled by these people. After fighting for so long, his arm will probably hurt when he gets home tonight."

During lunch in the canteen, Brigade Commander Liang heard about Nanxing's shooting talent from somewhere.

He sat down at the table with Shen Mo and his wife and asked, "What are your plans for your two sons in the future? Do you plan to send them to military academy?"

Shen Mo: "......"

"They're still young, there's no need to make plans so early."

Brigade Commander Liang also knew.

But the shooting instructors who were on site today ran to Brigade Commander Liang's office and were quite excited. Brigade Commander Liang would not let go of such a talented person.

Moreover, he had confidence in Shen Mo.

Shen Mo is excellent, so the children he raises will certainly be excellent as well.

Commander Liang, like a concerned old woman, said, "We need to make some plans."

“No rush. It depends on the children’s thoughts. What they like now doesn’t mean they will like it in the future. If the children want to apply to military academy, we will support them. If they don’t want to apply, we will still support them,” Shen Mo said.

Brigade Commander Liang looked at him with some surprise.

He is a father himself, and after having children, he always thinks about planning out their future and letting them follow the path they have arranged.

This is the first time I've seen children being educated like this.

He wanted to make arrangements for his child, and he also placed some hopes on his child.

Thinking about it this way, wasn't he pushing his child too hard?

That's why my son has been a bit rebellious lately.

Shen Mo was unaware that his words had plunged Commander Liang into deep self-doubt.

The morning is free time, and the afternoon is an awards ceremony in the camp.

During this period, some soldiers returned from missions and were commended for their meritorious service.

Although Jiang Ning wasn't involved in the commendation ceremony, she was granted special permission to enter the camp, so she could watch the ceremony in the afternoon.

The commendation ceremony has not yet begun.

Jiang Ning led the children to sit down in the front row.

Just as she sat down, someone suddenly walked up to her.

Wearing her military uniform, Jiang Ting sat down in the seat next to her and smiled at Jiang Ning, saying, "Little sister."

Jiang Ning's expression didn't change much. Having witnessed Jiang Ting's Sichuan opera face-changing performance several times, she knew that the smile on her face looked really fake.

"Hmm, is there something you need?" Jiang Ning replied casually.

Jiang Ting wasn't annoyed by her reaction; her fake smile remained. She said, "Little sister, I'm a bit nervous about going on stage soon, so I came to ask you for advice."

Jiang Ning glanced at her sideways.

The award ceremony was very serious, and I never heard of the performing arts troupe performing on stage.

But Jiang Ting insisted on going on stage.

Could it be that she did something meritorious?

Jiang Ning twitched the corner of her mouth. "Why are you coming up on stage to ask me for advice?"

Seeing that Jiang Ning had asked the right question, Jiang Ting immediately raised her head and said, "I received a third-class merit. In our art troupe, I am the only one who received a third-class merit, so I want to go up on stage to receive the medal."

He really did make a difference.

But what merits can a performing arts troupe achieve?

Jiang Ning couldn't understand this.

Although she couldn't understand it, she realized why Jiang Ting had come to her.

It's nothing more than showing off that he made a military contribution.

Jiang Ning turned her head, a smile on her face, and slowly said, "Jiang Ting, do you remember what level of merit I received last time?"

Jiang Ting's smile froze. Of course, she remembered what level of merit Jiang Ning had received last time.

Moreover, he not only received a first-class merit award, but also a large bonus.

Jiang Ting snorted, "So what if I got a first-class merit? My third-class merit isn't bad either."

Jiang Ning raised an eyebrow and said, "There's a 2 between one and three. The gap between us is too big. What are you showing off to me with a third-class merit?"

Also, we're not really sisters, so please stop bothering me with these "sister" calls all the time. It's really annoying.