Army Weapons Qualification Tables Novels & Stories

I studied the door and slowly walked toward it. I pushed it open gently, and it creaked with a scratchy sound that echoed in the silence. The room was dark. Thick curtains covered the windows. A dim light hung from the ceiling. In the center stood a wide metal table—and on it… hell itself. Weapons. So many of them. Rifles, pistols, scattered ammo, boxes stamped with foreign seals. Next to them, white packages stacked in piles, marked with symbols I didn’t recognize—but I knew exactly what they meant.

Chapter 46: Archery AVELINE The wild space held different sorts of training amenities, fully packed with everything you could think of for combat training. A spot for hand-to-hand combat with thick mats spread across the ground, a section with different types of weapons hanging on wooden racks—swords, daggers, staffs, and more bows than I could count. There was even an archery range with targets at different distances, some moving targets that swayed in the wind, and arrow boards marked with different scoring zones.

"Thank you for reminding me that partnership means trust. Even when it terrifies me." The armory was in the sub-basement. A room I'd never seen before. Walls lined with weapons-guns, knives, tactical gear. Everything an army would need. Ghost was already there, checking equipment. He looked up when I entered. "Ready to suit up, Mrs. Russo?" "As ready as I'll ever be." He pulled out a tactical vest. Kevlar. "This is rated for nine-millimeter and .45 caliber rounds. Won't stop everything, but it'll stop most common threats. Put it on over your clothes."

I added. "Noted, madam." Moving on, the head worker delved into the advancements in soldier support technologies. They showcased a new generation of armor that offered enhanced protection without sacrificing mobility. The armor was made from a lightweight yet durable material that could withstand even the most intense battles. It was designed to adapt to the wearer's movements, providing optimal comfort and flexibility. The head worker then introduced a breakthrough in weapon technology. They presented a prototype of an energy-based rifle that utilized a fusion power source. This weapon boasted increased firepower and efficiency while minimizing the need for ammunition. It had undergone rigo

Since I had no idea how to use half of the functions, I chose the simplest. Afterward, we went to the armory, a thirty-by-thirty-foot room with guns hanging on the walls. Large boxes sat around its perimeter, each filled with ammunition. There were shields, sword racks, and a stand that held more daggers than I could count. A table took up the middle of the space where people could sit and load up their weapons. As we headed toward the door, he cleared his throat. “I occasionally correspond with your sister. Would you like me to reconnect you?”

[3 Effective Hits, Skill Acquired: Firearm Weapon (Light Firearm) (Basic)] [Name: Firearm Weapon (Light Firearm)(Basic)] [Related Attributes: Strength, Constitution, Spirit] [Skill Type: Offensive] [Effect: You have mastered the skill of handling handguns, submachine guns, rifles, assault rifles, and sniper rifles, 10% Increase in Damage] [Consumes: Stamina] [Prerequisite: F in Strength, F in Constitution, F in Spirit] [Remarks: You might have acquired the firearm skill but you’re no sharpshooter yet!] Mike suddenly had the impression that he was an expert gunman, just like he had with the dagger skill before. He had not only learned new things about guns, but he also knew how to make the mo

Behind them, the cannon crews inspected the steel wheels and loaded projectiles coated in dense explosive material—weapons capable of producing deafening explosions and scorching heat waves that incinerated enemy ranks. The clinking sound of bullets being loaded into rifle magazines echoed with the commander’s shouts. Some warrior clutched their rifles as if entrusting their lives to them, while others checked the straps on their shoulders to ensure the recoil wouldn’t knock them over. On the other side of the field, the wolf warriors prepared to fight in their full forms—some chose the complete wolf form, their fur standing on end from adrenaline, while others were half-wolf with elongated

David was saying something only he could understand; everyone left. “1st brother, I think I need to take something from you” David looked at Derek. Derek’s lips hooked into an enchanting smile before he looked at his man “take everything here.” Soon his man came back with the weapon. F2000 is a fully automatic rifle with a large magazine in it. It has a removable handguard in front of the trigger. Its range is 500m with an effective caliber of 5.56mm. The most interesting thing is that it can make 850 rounds in a minute.

The soldiers were all more interested in the weapons and ammunition carried by the elites of Ten Thousand Armies because the overall level of these weapons was better as compared to the weapons belonging to Hamed’s army. Ten Thousand Armies used NATO-standard weapons, most of which were weapons equipped and used by the United States’ active forces. On the contrary, Hamed’s troops used mostly weapons from the Soviet Union’s former Warsaw Pact from the 1960s to 1970s and the 1970s to 1980s. There was a huge difference between these two parties’ weapons in terms of their level and age. Aside from having great interest in the weapons carried by the elites from Ten Thousand Armies, these soldiers

But it was the lower section of the wardrobe that made her breath hitch. An entire armory was neatly organized inside his personal quarters. Dozens of weapons lay glinting in the dim light of the wardrobe. There were massive broadswords with hilts wrapped in worn leather, heavy war axes designed to cleave through bone, and rows upon rows of lethal, glittering daggers made of blackened steel and silver. Each weapon looked meticulously cared for, the edges honed to a razor-sharp, lethal perfection.