novelSemi-Automatic Rifle Tournament
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Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
At the canteen...
Almost all the East Asian recruits were immersed in eating. Occasionally, they would sneak a peek at Qin Fen and his team table, and they weren't peeking because Qin Fen had won first place in the pistol shooting tournament.
Neither were they looking again and again because of the three stunning beauties that were sitting at the table.
But rather it was because of Zhao Huzi. To everyone's surprise, this commander of the East Asia team participating in the recruit tournament had appeared in the canteen.
As a General, he had a separate special mess for him. There was no need for him to appear at this canteen.
However, General Zhao was actually here. More importantly, he was casually sitting across Qin Fen. And after every one or two bites, he would look up to Qin Fen and heartily smile.
When he saw European recruits appear in the canteen, General Zhao's face, which could not be considered as handsome and spirited no matter how one looked at it, blossomed with joy like a flower in bloom.
In contrast, each and every European recruit looked like an eggplant shriveled up by the frost.
The fact that the Crusade's mobile armors had been destroyed and their pilots hospitalized had already been spread privately among the European recruits.
Why were the Crusade's mobile armors demolished? A majority of the European recruits could pretty much guess that they must have kicked an iron plate.
Every time these European recruits who have come to have breakfast saw the recruits of other continents, they would become dejected and despondent like a grieving army. Only when they looked at East Asian recruits would their eyes be shooting flames.
Had gang fights not been forbidden in the recruit tournament, these European recruits might not have been able to suppress the anger in their chest and would have started publicly fighting with the East Asian recruits in the canteen already.
Some well-informed European recruits even came to learn that the champion of the yesterday's pistol shooting tournament had appeared at the critical moment and piloted the mobile armors, mowing down the Crusaders and completely demolishing their mobile armors.
Qin Fen's dining table, in addition to the curious gazes of the East Asian recruits also received the furious glares of a bunch of European recruits.
If this kind of glares fell upon someone else, perhaps he or she might not have felt anything. But Qin Fen's martial senses, on the other hand, were too keen. Sitting there on the bench, Qin Fen felt like he was sitting on the burning piece of an iron block with countless arrows shooting at him from behind.
Forget it! Think of it as practicing your temperament!
Yet again, Qin Fen found that this morning was truly a helpless one. All he could do was secretly advise himself.
Having finished eating breakfast, Qin Fen rushed to the venue early on.
Today's venue was a mountainous area with dense forest. In the middle of this dense forest, there was another temporary tall building.
This was an almost completely open-air venue. However, the organizing committee had used various means to broadcast live projection to the tens of thousands of spectators at the venue for the first time.
Although it wasn't right on the field, it was the only place from where one could watch the Tournament.
Yesterday, that crazy pistol shooting tournament had teased the appetite of many spectators.
Only when Xue Tian and the others arrived at the grandstands did they discovered that they hadn't arrived early. They had never imagined that they almost would not be able to find seats.
Today, the huge arena was almost jam-packed with people. The top recruits of various continents had also come to this venue.
Today, although there was a mobile armor battle between East Asia Military Region and European Military Region along with the semi-automatic rifle tournament...
Not many people had gone there to watch it.
There was no impregnable wall in this world. Especially when the tournament was approaching and the European Military Region mobile armor team was nowhere in sight. Meanwhile, the European Military Region officials were engaged in an intense negotiation with the tournament officials.
Intuitive people, having inquired a bit through some of their contacts in the assembly, immediately came to know what exactly happened with the European mobile armor recruit team.
As the saying goes, news of good works seldom go beyond the threshold of the house but reports of evil deeds are quickly circulated for a thousand miles around.
There wasn't a bit falsehood in this statement.
As the first person came to know the truth, he told this secret to his friends at once. Likewise, this friend passed it on to the others. One passed it on to ten, and ten to a hundred, and in this way, the secret was known to the entire tournament area.
On one side, people laughed at the European Military Region aerial combat team for its inexplicable withdrawal from the tournament as well as the fact that all of their mobile armors had been privately dismantled by an East Asian mysterious mobile armor expert. On another hand, they were secretly astounded by the fact that the momentum of the East Asian Military Region seemed to be much stronger than before.
In the three times that the Eastern Asian Military Region had acted, although they had not clashed with the American Military Region which was first in overall strength, they had clashed with the European Military Region which was known to be second in overall strength.
Moreover, in these three clashes, they had won twice against the European Military Region in events in which the European Military Region had been traditionally superior. It must be brought to notice that in traditionally superior events of the European Military Region, even the American Military Region was overwhelmed.
Nonetheless, the East Asia Military Region had repeatedly eliminated the European Military Region.
Is the East Asia Military Region really going to rise strongly this time? Recruits of various military regions stared at the recruits wearing the East Asian military uniform with vigilant eyes.
Under the guidance of the tournament staff, Qin Fen arrived at the venue.
It was the peripheral corner of the mountain forest area.
Here, there was only Qin Fen, him and him alone, no other recruit had appeared here.
Qin Fen patiently listened to the staff's explanation. The semi-automatic rifle tournament this time was going to be carried out at the same time.
Each recruit was in a different location on the peripheral parts of the mountain forest. When the tournament starts, everyone would make a beeline to the tall building at the center simultaneously.
There were a lot of things in this match. Whoever could enter the tall building in the shortest time would be awarded three points, two points for the second best time, and one point for the third. No other points would be awarded for the rest.
And anyone who could not enter the tall building within the prescribed time would be immediately eliminated.
Inside the tall building, whoever found the most red flags in the prescribed time would once again be awarded three points, two points to the next participant to find the second-best number of red flags, and one point to the third position.
Finally, the total points would be calculated.
In the case of a tie, another round would be held in which whoever rushed out of the forest first would be crowned as champion.
As Qin Fen came to know the rules, other contestants, as well as the audience, also came to know the rules of the game.
Floating at the center of the arena was a multi-dimensional projection.
Today, apart from the contestants from the East Asia Military Region, contestants from various other continents had made some changes. After all, those who were proficient in handguns weren't necessarily proficient in semi-automatic rifles.
Suddenly, Andy of the American Military Region appeared on the field with an M16 in his hands and his face filled with fighting spirit.
Stackhouse, who was sitting in the audience seat today, was looking at Andy in the field with some jealousy.
Pistols: Andy wasn't truly proficient in them, his real expertise lay with semi-automatic rifles.
Stackhouse knew that Andy with a pistol and Andy with an M16 could not be mentioned in the same breath. If Andy with a pistol was a sheep, then, Andy with an M16 was a lion!
Before the start of the recruit tournament, the European Military Region had no intention of being the champions of this event. From the start, their aim had been the second place.
Andy had been known as the strongest semi-automatic rifle expert in the recruit tournament by the Americal Military Region for the last ten years.
Many Americal Recruits had taken out the party crackers for victory celebrations already. All they were waiting for was for Andy to win first place and they would immediately start celebrating.
As for Qin Fen, who was the champion of yesterday's pistol tournament, many military enthusiasts were left wondering as to why would he participate in this game. The image that was easily built up yesterday could be destroyed by today's performance just as easily.
A recruit so proficient in the handguns and martial dao simply had no time to familiarize themselves with other things! Even though the semi-automatic rifles also belonged to the firearms category, they couldn't be used as he wished.
What's more, today was a forest assault. There were no floors for him to tread on. According to the commentator, this seemingly quiet forest had countless hidden traps installed by the army trap experts already. Even the special forces soldiers who had been in the counter-terrorism unit for many years could fail miserably with one careless mistake.
Some of the military enthusiasts felt some pity for Qin Fen. The overbearing image that he had built with difficulty would be destroyed in less than a day.
"Old Qin, you have to win." Lin Liqiang crossed his ten fingers."You have to win!"
Looking at Lin Liqiang's nervous look, Song Jia asked, "Did you gamble again?"
"Yes!" Lin Liqiang did not hide it.
"How much did you bet this time?" Song Jia casually inquired.
Lin Liqiang also answered just as casually, "My entire fortune, even my underwear has been staked. If I lose, I would have to run naked around the campus..."
Puff...
Xue Tian, who was drinking a beverage, immediately spurted out the drink from his nostrils.
"Dude, do you have to go all out like this?"
"I am poor." Lin Liqiang sighed as he shook his head."By the way, I just saw you buying lottery, how much did you bet?"
"Everything." Xue Tian, staring at the projection screen, patted the katana on his waist."Even this has been staked. If Old Qin loses, my Master would behead me."
Song Jia looked at Lin Liqiang and then looked at Xue Tian. She started to understand why these two were friends. At the same time, she became curious as to how they became friends with Qin Fen who seldom had anything on him.
Having asked the staff for an AK47 and fixing two ammunition clips on his body, Qin Fen quietly waited for the command to start to come from the earpiece.
Seeing Qin Fen's equipment, the enthusiasts shook their heads in lament. In their opinion, this Pistol King was indeed a rookie in semi-automatic rifles.
To their dismay, he had only taken two magazines in such a match! It must be brought to notice that this tournament had a very strange rule, which was that the contestants could attack the other contestants, and each elimination would award the contestant one point.
Yet, he only took two magazines!? The recruits participating in the match weren't some cardboard models.
"Game, start!"
Just as the command came from Qin Fen's earpiece, the same voice sounded throughout the audience area.
At this moment, almost everyone subconsciously focused their attention on Qin Fen, wanting to see how yesterday's Pistol King would perform today.
Military enthusiasts, on the other hand, wanted to personally see with their eyes whether Qin Fen could even get close to the tall building or if he would be eliminated by the traps.
Oblivious to Qin Fen, almost ten thousand pairs of eyes were focused on him. Only Zhao Huzi had his old body leaning against the back of his seat.
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