Chapter 72: Exploiting Loopholes In The Rules
“Chang Ning… you… slow down a bit!”
Xiao Zhuang felt that his two feet were now almost off the ground, basically his whole body hanging on Chang Ning.
Originally he didn’t want to trouble Chang Ning, but Chang Ning directly carried him and took off.
“Slow what slow! Any slower and we’ll both fall behind.”
Hearing this, Xiao Zhuang thought Chang Ning was talking nonsense. He had been taken care of by Chang Ning all the way, his stamina hadn’t recovered, but he still had the strength to speak.
With Chang Ning running at full speed, he hadn’t even counted in detail how many people he had passed, yet he was about to be eliminated—he was tired, not blind.
He just didn’t understand why Gao Zhong Dui hadn’t set a time limit, so why was Chang Ning in such a hurry.
“Chang Ning, I feel like I’ve mostly recovered.” Xiao Zhuang said.
“Okay.”
Chang Ning didn’t waste words, he put Xiao Zhuang by the roadside and ran off alone. He wasn’t some saintly protagonist; since Xiao Zhuang asked, he was happy to be free.
Racing down the mountain all the way, when Chang Ning reached the foot of the mountain, he discovered he was the only one there.
“Looks like I’m the first to arrive.”
Coming to the table full of firearm parts, Chang Ning took several deep breaths to relax his tense body.
“Not bad, not bad, worthy of being the fastest man in the selection training camp.”
Miao Lang standing opposite Chang Ning said with ill intent.
“Miao Lang, you’re implying something. If you’re envious of my physical quality being better than yours, just say it—why be sour about it.”
Chang Ning wasn’t polite either, responding directly to Miao Lang’s teasing; he wouldn’t hold back just because the other was an instructor.
So what if he got drilled? Since stepping into the training camp, had he been drilled any less?
“Rookie, quickly assemble these firearm parts on the table. Friendly reminder: the rookies behind who don’t assemble will be eliminated.”
The speaker was the soldier from the Tujia ethnic group, Ran Feng, codename Earth Wolf.
“Oh, got it. So if I assemble all the parts on the table, everyone else will be eliminated, right?”
Earth Wolf and Miao Lang’s faces changed drastically upon hearing Chang Ning’s words; Chang Ning’s idea was very selfish—if he really did it, all the rookies behind would be eliminated.
Then in this selection training, in the end only Chang Ning could be selected into Wolf Fang.
“Right, as long as you finish assembling everything before the others arrive, you can eliminate everyone.”
Miao Lang confirmed Chang Ning’s idea, emphasizing the word “all” heavily.
“Oh, got it.”
With that, Chang Ning calmly stood in front of the table, observing the firearm parts laid out on the tabletop.
These parts included the Type 95, Type 81, Type 54 handgun, and even foreign firearms like the AK-47; all the parts were mixed together.
‘Hope he chooses to do the right thing.’
Earth Wolf watched Chang Ning observing the parts; he didn’t want Chang Ning to carry out what he said.
After observing the distribution of parts, Chang Ning quickly analyzed in his mind and built models of the related firearms, and classified the parts.
This wasn’t a ability from the system, but something innate to Chang Ning’s body in this world—otherwise, how could he graduate early from Yanjing at 18.
After preparing, Chang Ning deftly started assembling the firearms. The first gun he assembled was the Type 95 assault rifle, the one he was most familiar with.
Seeing Chang Ning finish the first one and not stop, Earth Wolf and Miao Lang’s faces immediately darkened a lot.
Like Gao Zhong Dui, they thought highly of Chang Ning and were prepared to partner with him in the future.
But Chang Ning blatantly showed his selfish side in front of them, like discovering an irreparable flaw on a perfect work of art after taking it home—disappointing.
Type 85 sniper rifle, Type 54 handgun, Type 81, and other firearms quickly took shape in Chang Ning’s hands, and the two instructors’ faces finally looked awful after Chang Ning finished assembling the last firearm.
“Instructors, I’ve finished assembling.”
Chang Ning ignored the instructors’ expressions and even smiled as he said it, as if saying: See, I’ve assembled everything.
Miao Lang said hatefully: “Yes, we’ve seen you finish assembling.”
Earth Wolf said indifferently: “At the same time, rookie, you’ve been eliminated.”
“Eliminated? Why say that, no way. The rules you said are to assemble the firearms; comrades behind without firearms to assemble will be eliminated.
Now I’ve assembled all the firearms under your witness; next I’ll disassemble them all, then the comrades behind will have parts to assemble.”
Chang Ning stood in front of the table, eloquently talking to the two special forces soldiers whose faces were as black as the bottom of a pot.
After hearing Chang Ning’s explanation, Earth Wolf and Miao Lang both showed exasperated expressions.
Chang Ning was still that Chang Ning, forever stirring things up.
And he did it within the rules, so there was no reason to punish him.
“Got it, disassemble all the firearms, then stand behind us.” Miao Lang said.
“Yes!”
Creating something is always harder than destroying it; Chang Ning’s hands moved like butterflies flitting through flowers, and with a few “clicks,” the firearms were all disassembled back into parts under his nimble hands.
The second to arrive was Xiao Zhuang; he wasn’t as flashy as Chang Ning. Standing in front of the table, exhausted and panting heavily with hands on knees, he grabbed parts at random and started assembling.
Gradually, comrades arrived at the foot of the mountain: Lao Pao, Xi Wa, Qiang Zi, Xiao Geng…
When only parts for two firearms were left on the table, Ostrich and the medic came running over cursing.
“Damn medic, can you stay away from me? And don’t pull me, I can’t run anymore.”
Ostrich’s military uniform was loose and baggy, his collar unbuttoned at some point, revealing the fair skin underneath.
“Heh heh, Ostrich, if I stay away from you, who’ll treat that brain of yours that got caught in the door?”
The medic said with his signature smile.
“I’d rather die than let you treat me!”
“Heh heh, so you admit your brain got caught in the door?”
“Damn medic…”
Even after reaching the table, the two didn’t stop; Miao Lang, who had been tricked by Chang Ning earlier, couldn’t stand these two guys now.
He roared at them: “Tell me, do you two want to quit?”
“Report, no!”
Ostrich spoke; the medic restrained his smile and stayed silent.
“If you don’t want to quit, then assemble the firearms!”
“Yes!”
All the later arrivals were eliminated. Gao Zhong Dui walked to the front of the line with a cold face, scanning everyone present with sharp eyes.
‘Here we go, someone’s in trouble again.’
Seeing Gao Zhong Dui’s expression, Chang Ning was too familiar with it. Every time Gao Zhong Dui picked on him, he showed that stern face; when angry, he’d add furrowed brows.
Seeing a soldier in the line shrink timidly under his gaze, Gao Zhong Dui strode behind that soldier and slapped his backpack.
It was empty; no load bearing items in the backpack.
“Get out!”
That soldier lowered his head and left with shame and regret…
