The weight of the semi-automatic rifle was indeed hefty, and they had been holding it up for two hours straight. Plus, the strong recoil when firing the gun was sure to cause swelling in the shoulders and arms.
Sheng Ning's eyebrows were tightly furrowed as she gritted her teeth and toughed it out.
"Lower the muzzle a bit," the very burly veteran behind her scolded without any niceties, "You're supposed to be hitting targets, not shooting birds."
"Hahaha…" Laughter erupted across the shooting range.
Sheng Ning's face turned red, though it was unclear whether it was from the sun's glare or the embarrassment of making a fool of herself in front of Xu Qigang.
"Shut up, all of you!" Chen Yingjie barked, his face stern with anger.
The place became so silent all of a sudden that even the sound of autumn leaves rustling could be heard.
"Continue!" Chen Yingjie nodded in satisfaction and turned back to the crowd of onlookers not too far away.
