"Modern military training is too degenerative," Mason Ye finally made his closing argument. "Over-reliance on pistols, rifles, submachine guns and even mortars causes people's bodies to lose their offensive instinct. Once they run out of bullets, they are like A lion without its fangs is nothing to fear. How can people rely too much on inanimate things like weapons? One day, people will degenerate to only one index finger, and one finger is enough to pull the trigger. "
Grayson Xuan was not interested in human evolution. After returning home in the evening, he reported the recent progress of Ye Shisan's primary school classmate to Sterling Long. So the next day, when Mason Ye lay on the shooting range and fired all the bullets in one go , suddenly a hand picked him up from the ground and took off his earmuffs.
Sterling Long stood in front of him, wearing a black vest, camouflage pants, and a pair of high-top military boots. His cold and solemn expression looked like a senior officer visiting the camp.
A deputy regimental officer stood behind him, looking at the target riddled with holes in the distance with an expression of surprise and uncertainty, his eyes almost staring out the window.
"Ye Shisan," Sterling Long said condescendingly, his voice as hard and irresistible as if he had been frozen in ice: "------Go home and pack all your luggage. Let's go to Yunnan."
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