Army Weapons Qualification Tables Novels & Stories

“You mentioned the weapon offer. I’d like to hear more details.” Finally, he got to the heart of the matter. I pulled out the folder I had brought with me and took out the Silvergrove Mortar schematic. “This is a long-range projectile weapon with a range of up to 180 meters. Its accuracy reaches 92 percent. Though its design is simple, its effects can destroy wooden barricades or halt enemy advances in large-scale battles.” Alpha Raegen nodded slowly, touching the edge of the paper with his finger. “How many units are available?”

The room was lined with racks of weapons, shields, and armor, and the walls were adorned with banners displaying the symbol of our pack. The center of the room was dominated by a large table, where my brothers and I were gathered. The table was littered with maps, scrolls, and weapons, and had several chairs surrounding it. The chairs were made of dark wood and had intricate carvings of wolves and other creatures, adding to the intimidating feel of the room. The weapons on the racks varied in size and shape. There were swords, axes, and spears of all lengths, and bows of all sizes. Each one looked deadly in its own right, and it was clear that the armory was well-stocked and well-maintained.

00% Range :: 270.00 Mts Velocity :: 320.02 feet per second Impact Force :: 80.00 lbs Evaluation Grade :: B+ — Total Shots :: 5 Average Accuracy :: 65.00% Range :: 270.00 Mts Velocity :: 320.01 feet per second Impact Force :: 80.03 lbs Evaluation Grade :: B+ —

“You can start.” “Wait.” Deacon suddenly said, “I’d like to shoot from a longer range of a hundred yards!” Iris was astonished to hear that. They were using Type 54 pistols for the competition, and it only had an approximate 50-yard range. Most stationary shooting had a range of 25 yards maximum. If they made the shots from 50 yards away, they might be able to hit one bullseye every five shots. Anyone with this result would be considered a sharpshooter in the military.

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A

They seemed to be having fun with today's practice. "Okay now, I will first introduce what long-barreled weapons we have in this warehouse," said Captain Arnold. He along with his assistant introduced one by one the weapons that were there starting from the M16, AK 47 to M1 Garand. All members of the Jaguar team were amazed by the weapons shown by Captain Arnold. “Now I will show you a demo. You pay close attention to how to use this weapon," said Captain Arnold while taking an M16 weapon.

Forty-Four muttered grumpily. “No, Delta’s the cannon fodder,” Forty-Nine quipped in a nasty tone. “We’re just the lucky ones that get to follow up with the mops and shovels. Are they actually going to bother to arm us this time?” “Yes, General Case has agreed to open up the armory, but not for all of us. Just those that have passed Marksmanship Three or higher. If I remember right, that’s all of us except…” She gave me a broad smirk. “Forty-Two… you’ll be carrying a butter knife.”

Each clean shot represented a pack member fighting through pain and weakness to protect their own. The black market arsenal he'd acquired over the years—fifty Barrett M82/M107s, fifty CheyTac M200 Interventions, fifty Accuracy International AX50s, fifty McMillan TAC-50s, and fifty Sako TRG 42s—now proved their worth. Enough firepower to wage a small war, and they were using every bit of it.

Once inside, I felt the cold wall for the light switch and flipped it over. The lights staggered on, starting at the back of the armory where we stood and coming to life in a pattern moving forward to the other end of the long, narrow room. Shallow insets built into the walls featured bright overhead lights that shone down upon swords, scythes, and other ancient steel and silver weapons mounted to the stone. The center of the room featured a long, low wall of shelves accessible from either side, within and upon which were stored all varieties of weapons and ammunitions. My Beta fished his tablet out of his pack and opened up the checklist he had prepared ahead of time. Then we started our sl

His eyes flare fervently, “Don’t test my patience otherwise you won’t get the opportunity to play with your toys.” Lifting my hands up, “Fine, fine. I surrender.” Mainly because I wanted to marvel the weapons here. “Good girl.” Heat flourishes to my cheeks whenever he calls me that. I shouldn’t like being praised by him, but I do. Clearing my throat and scanning the room, white tiled walls and black tiled floors, the familiar scent of gunpowder tickling my nose with glee. All four walls were filled with different types of weapons; rifles, pistols, shotguns, revolvers, semi-automatics – the list was endless. Metal desks lay beneath the rakes, some filled with bullets made of liquid crystals a