Huo Rou simply raised her gun, seemingly without aiming seriously, and everyone heard a "bang."
"Ah!" someone in the crowd sighed.
Others wore expressions of "I knew it," saying, "It's already good that she could pull the trigger alone."
"But she didn't even aim properly!" the onlookers felt a bit regretful. "Her stance was correct, and judging by her posture, she could handle the recoil. If only she had aimed properly, it wouldn't have been... a miss."
Everyone practiced daily and could tell whether they hit the target without the score being announced.
Moreover, a miss was very easy to spot.
Qin Nishui looked at Zhao Hengyu with a reproachful expression. What if his nephew's wife was heartbroken now?
He shouldn't have spoken so much to this brat Zhao Hengyu. He should have had him tied up and dumped in the mountains; then he would know how to run back.
"Xiao Rou, don't..."
Just as he was about to offer words of comfort, his gaze suddenly stopped on a withered tree in the distance.
Zhao Hengyu gesticulated wildly. Having a sister-in-law was great; he finally wouldn't have to work himself to death.
Seeing his excited demeanor, Zou Xiaoxiao couldn't help but roll her eyes.
This man's unreliability and flippancy hadn't changed at all. How could she have thought he was acceptable for a while?
She looked at Huo Rou, thinking of something to comfort her. She had never encountered such a situation before. After all, although her first shot had been a bit off, it had at least hit the target.
It was all Zhao Hengyu's fault. She kicked him again.
"Sister-in-law!" Zhao Hengyu, realizing what was happening, sidled up. "Don't be sad, this is normal. I didn't hit the target the first time I handled a gun either."
He had this experience, and finally, someone was like him.
"Don't be sad, it's really too normal."
Huo Rou frowned deeper as she listened to him talk about his first time with a gun. "You couldn't even hold the gun steady the first time?"
"Who knew there would be such a strong recoil?" Zhao Hengyu felt a little dejected, as Huo Rou seemed to have held it steady. "But hitting the target is really difficult. There's a lot to learn. Sister-in-law, I'll teach you next time."
He consoled Huo Rou thoughtlessly.
After talking for a while, he finally noticed Qin Ningyi's silence.
He nudged him with his elbow and whispered, "Old Qin."
Qin Ningyi snapped back from his daze and glanced at him, "Huh?"
"Say something!" Zhao Hengyu whispered. "Quickly comfort sister-in-law!"
Qin Nishui walked over. "Xiao Rou, are you hungry?"
His voice was even gentler than before, and the admiration in his eyes deepened. "I'll take you to try our local specialties."
Zhao Hengyu scratched his head. "Uncle Qin, hehe!"
Qin Nishui seemed to be in a good mood. "Let's go. Since Xiao Rou let you off, we'll go eat together."
"What do you mean, let me off..." Zhao Hengyu grumbled as he followed. "It was clearly my good luck."
Hearing Qin Nishui's words, Zou Xiaoxiao also thoughtfully looked at the area where Huo Rou's gun had been aimed. Seeing nothing special, she quietly followed.
Before they left, Qin Nishui gave a few instructions to his subordinates.
As they left the military compound to eat, the onlookers were all organized to go to a withered tree.
Previously, a thin branch on this withered tree had been tied with a red cloth strip.
Anyone who had practiced shooting in that spot would remember it.
Now, that branch had fallen to the ground.
The red cloth strip was intact...