The scorching sun shone on the training ground of the Beijing Military Region, and the ground was scorching hot.

The soldiers are undergoing high-intensity training, their clothes are soaked with sweat, but their eyes are still firm and their movements are in unison.

At this time, a soldier in the team looked up inadvertently and saw the captain walking towards them with a little girl. He was stunned for a moment, then he touched his comrade next to him and pursed his lips to signal: "Hey, look over there."

The comrades beside him looked over and their eyes widened instantly.

This scene quickly attracted more people's attention, and a slight commotion and whispers began to be heard in the originally neat training team.

"Who is that? I've never seen him before."

A young warrior muttered quietly, his eyes full of curiosity.

Another soldier answered, "I don't know, but this girl is really beautiful and has a very special temperament."

"Maybe he is a relative of some leader." someone speculated.

"Seeing her walking with her teammates, could she be a friend of her teammates?"

Others have proposed different ideas.

Everyone was secretly looking at Lin Zhiyue and talking in low voices, and their training movements unconsciously slowed down.

The instructor in charge noticed the strangeness of the team, frowned slightly, and shouted loudly: "Focus! Don't be distracted during training!"

After hearing the instructor's scolding, the soldiers came to their senses, quickly retracted their gazes, and re-engaged in training. However, many of them still took advantage of the breaks to secretly look in the direction of Lin Zhiyue, full of curiosity about this beautiful girl who suddenly appeared in the military area.

Lin Zhiyue's eyes also followed the figures of the soldiers on the training ground closely, unwilling to move away even a little bit.

Standing on tiptoe, peering out from outside the barbed wire fence of the shooting range.

In the distance, soldiers wearing Type 65 military uniforms were practicing kneeling shooting, and the crisp sound of Type 56 semi-automatic rifles startled them.

The second brother, Lin Qihan, seemed to see what she was thinking and asked with a smile, "Little sister, do you want to feel it up close?"

Lin Zhiyue's eyes lit up instantly, and she nodded hurriedly: "Yes, of course!"

Arriving at the shooting range, Lin Qihan picked up a gun and began to explain to Lin Zhiyue: "Little sister, this gun has a lot of recoil, you have to hold it steady. Put the butt of the gun against your shoulder, aim in a straight line, don't be nervous, and pull the trigger slowly."

As he spoke, he demonstrated it skillfully. His movements were smooth and the bullet hit the center of the bull's eye accurately.

The soldiers who were practicing around were originally concentrating on the guns in their hands and the targets in front of them.

When Lin Zhiyue stood at the shooting position, as if by an invisible attraction, their eyes were drawn to this little girl who suddenly appeared.

Several soldiers stopped what they were doing, resting their guns casually on their shoulders, tilting their heads slightly, their eyes full of curiosity.

One of the veterans, who had a bit of stubble on his face, curled his lips slightly and whispered, "Can this little girl do it? Look at her thin arms and legs. It's hard for her to even hold a gun."

A younger soldier nearby echoed with a slight smile on his face: "I guess they just come here to join in the fun. When the gun goes off, it will be good if they don't drop their guns because of the recoil."

Another soldier crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head slightly. Although he didn't say anything, his disapproving expression had already made his attitude clear. It seemed that in his opinion, Lin Zhiyue standing here was just an inappropriate episode on the shooting range.

While everyone was talking, Lin Zhiyue took a deep breath and slowly raised the gun in his hand.

Her eyes were focused and determined, and she completely ignored the strange looks from those around her.

I saw her holding the butt of the gun steadily against her shoulder, her hands turning slightly white due to the force, and her slender fingers slowly pulling the trigger.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot broke the brief noise at the shooting range.

The bullet whizzed towards the bull's eye like a black lightning.

The target reporter quickly announced the results. Although it was not a full score, it was a pretty good result for a first-time shooter.

The expressions of those soldiers who originally had disdain on their faces froze instantly, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.

The bearded old soldier was slightly startled, then frowned and said to himself, "Interesting! It seems I underestimated this girl."

The smile on the young soldier's face also disappeared, replaced by a look of disbelief. He scratched his head and muttered, "He's really good at it."

The soldier who had crossed his arms also lowered his arms, his eyes full of inquiry, as if he was re-examining the little girl standing at the shooting position.

Lin Zhiyue ignored their reactions. She had only one thought in her mind: do it again and do better.

She quickly adjusted her breathing and aimed at the bull's eye again.

This time, her eyes were sharper, and the whole world seemed to be quiet, leaving only her and the target in front of her.

As the second gunshot rang out, the target announcer's excited voice rang out: "100 rings!"

This sound was like thunderclap out of nowhere, completely shocking all the soldiers present.

The shooting range suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at Lin Zhiyue in amazement, as if they saw an incredible miracle taking place.

After a brief silence, a heated discussion broke out at the shooting range, and the soldiers could no longer suppress their inner shock.

"Isn't this little girl a genius?" Someone raised his voice, his tone full of amazement.

"I've been in the army for so many years, but I've never seen anyone so skilled in handling a gun the first time!" An older soldier shook his head repeatedly, his eyes full of disbelief.

Lin Zhiyue's second brother, Lin Qihan, had a proud smile on his face. He walked up to her, patted her on the shoulder, and whispered encouragement: "Good job, little sister!"

Lin Zhiyue had no time to care about these things. She shot the target directly without relying on her mental power. Lin Zhiyue herself also felt her blood boiling.

At this moment, she was completely focused and immersed in the world of shooting.

She quickly reloaded and prepared to shoot a third time.

The breeze blew by, ruffling her hair, but she was completely unaware.

He took a deep breath and slowly pulled the trigger in one smooth motion.

"Bang!"

Another gunshot was heard, crisp and clear.

The target reporter's voice was trembling with excitement: "Another 100 rings!"

Now, the entire shooting range was in an uproar.

The soldiers gathered around, and the contempt in their eyes had already turned into admiration and curiosity.

The bearded old soldier strode up to Lin Zhiyue, stretched out his rough big hand, and gave her a thumbs up: "Girl, I give up! With your talent, it would be a pity if you didn't join the army!"

The young soldier also came over, his face full of envy: "Sister, you are so awesome, teach me how you did it!"

Lin Zhiyue smiled a little embarrassedly, her cheeks slightly flushed: "I just want to concentrate and have no distractions."