She was showing off to her friends that she was quite talented. "We are all sharpshooters, every bullet counts."
"Ginger Tea, come here and see your results."
"Report, they all went in through the same hole, so it must be at least 50 rings, right?"
"Bullshit, tilt your head, right, look at the target next to you. 10 shots hit 18 holes, and one hit the pole below the target."
After bragging just now, she can probably find a house with five bedrooms, two living rooms and two bathrooms.
It turns out her bullets have their own ideas. They want to visit the next door, and no one can stop them.
She came in last at target practice. That night, she practiced holding her rifle for over two hours, with a brick hanging from it. The company commander said it was because her arm strength wasn't strong enough, but that practicing this long would help her keep her mind and hands steady, and the recoil wouldn't hurt her.
Jiang Cha went back home at night and rummaged around in the space, finally finding two of Di Mounong's sandbags among the belongings of his former male colleague.
I tie it around my wrist after taking a shower and never take it off. It’s a bit hard work, so you sweat more in peacetime and don’t bleed in battle.
I found a few bricks and added another exercise to my morning routine: kneeling on one knee and holding a brick with one hand, imitating a squatting shooting position. Kneeling on my right leg, holding the handguard with my left hand, and supporting my left elbow on my left leg.
Going to training every day, she gradually adapted to it. She also caught up with other subjects. She had always been a weak presence in the company.
Being small and weak, she always came in last. There were no iron girls nearby, so she could only shamelessly be the last one here.
She practiced extra on the weekends, spending the entire day at the training grounds. Her sparring partner was a large man named Wang. The company commander, displeased with Lei Zi and the others for letting her down, decided to try someone else out to test her abilities.
I knew she had practiced a few moves since she was a child, and I wanted to see her real skills.
The big guy she was sparring with was named Wang Chao. He had a good temper and kept telling her before they started fighting:
"Sister, if you bump into someone, stop talking. I'm big and I won't hold back when I hit you."
Jiang Cha nodded without saying anything. Her skills were average, mainly because the original owner hadn't practiced for several years. Now that she was here, her training was just passable and her strength wasn't enough.
When facing a big guy like this in actual combat, you either have to defeat him quickly or use clever tactics.
As soon as the sound started, Wang Chao immediately started to push his arms and knees and came towards Jiang Cha's side. He was tall and strong, so she didn't dare to confront him.
She dodged, staring at his legs. Wang Chao turned and faced her. In this situation, he would usually pinch her directly. Or use his fist to greet her. Perhaps seeing that she was a girl, he hesitated for a moment.
Jiang Cha seized the opportunity and immediately performed a small Dehe. He stepped closer, quickly extending his left leg to hook Wang Chao's left ankle. At the same time, he knelt down and used the impact of his body to ram into Wang Chao's stomach.
One hand and the left leg locked his ankle at the same time, causing his center of gravity to be unstable. The sudden impact and the locked left foot knocked him down with a single move of ginger tea, startling the people around him.
I didn't expect that the little girl was so skilled. Those who knew her stuff could tell at a glance how much skill she had put in and gave her a thumbs up.
"Okay, sister, you have a cow that can be used with a druid, and a serious Buku, which is amazing."
I gave Wang Chao a hand. This guy is a good-tempered person.
"Sure, sister. I'm afraid I'll hurt you. I'm quite good at it."
Everyone continued to practice with laughter, and no one looked down on her anymore.
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