338 Civil strife among the bandits

"Take note of your breathing." Yang Xiaojin said, "Breathing in will cause a rapid change to your posture. It might not be obvious, but every detail that isn't adhered to can be fatal for a sniper.

"The hawk is flying too high, you have to wait for it to spiral down and seize that opportunity when the distance closes. But the chance will be brief."

A sniper had to be decisive whenever an opportunity arose.

Boom. Ren Xiaosu pulled the trigger at the hawk soaring high in the sky. The sniper rifle's heavy recoil and burst of gas from the muzzle swept a large cloud of dust and smoke up off the sandy ground around him.

This was Yang Xiaojin's sniper rifle she had materialized from thin air to lend to Ren Xiaosu.

Today was Ren Xiaosu's real combat training day, and he was supposed to shoot a hawk out of the sky. But right from the start, Yang Xiaojin wanted him to hit the hawk's head, which was the highest degree of difficulty.