Army Weapons Qualification Tables Novels & Stories

When her vision cleared, she gasped. The room was a staggering, terrifying display of absolute military power. The walls were lined with racks of matte black automatic rifles, heavy breaching shotguns, and advanced tactical explosives. There were reinforced crates of high caliber ammunition stacked to the ceiling, alongside rows of pristine, unmarked ballistic body armor.

A soft creak echoed in the silence as I pushed it open and slipped through. A dim light lit above, casting shadows across the room . My breath caught in my throat. Weapons. Knives, swords, axes—an entire arsenal covered the walls. Some gleamed under the dim light, sharp and deadly. Others were stained, their metal dulled by dried blood. Above the weapons, mounted heads of animals stared down at me with their lifeless eyes. A deer. A lion. A bear. Each one a trophy of past hunts. My gaze dropped to a small wooden desk in the corner. Papers were scattered across the surface, but one stood out—a certificate, old and slightly yellowed. My eyes scanned the words:

He clicks his fingers, and his men pull out three hand gloves; they drag the first crate towards us, removing the wooden top and revealing the first package. “Beautiful,” Marco whispers beside me, a wanting look in his eyes. My attention turns to Elena’s expression, and I am surprised to find hers like Marco’s. Who is this woman, and who was she before? I shake my head, turning back to Mr. Leroy. “Le pack comprend des pistolets de poing, des fusils automatiques AR, des petites mitrailleuses SMG et des mitrailleuses longues LMG.” He pulls open more crates, exposing everything and every type.

I said. I laid out the weapons—clean, well-oiled, ready for use. A Glock 19 with a polished slide. A pair of SIG Sauers. A Heckler & Koch rifle that still smelled faintly of the factory it came from. Boxes of ammunition and a suppressor, each placed on the crate like an offering. The man’s eyes sharpened as he examined them. He picked up the rifle, tested the weight, sighted down the barrel. “Reliable,” he murmured.

Maybe when I already finish using the bottle of the antiviral drug. Her gaze then fell on an AK rifle..... eight thousand points. Although she already had a gun and other weapons to kill monsters, the particular rifle still caught her attention again. Not bad if I get this too, Ivy thought as she read through the rifle description displayed before her. [AK Rifle .....Combat Grade Weapon] Price: 8,000 points Category: Mid-Range Firearm {A durable and highly reliable assault rifle built for harsh combat environments and prolonged survival situations. Designed with strong recoil control, rapid-fire capability, and excellent penetration power against low-to-mid-tier monsters.}

They entered the armory, and finally saw why this training was called advanced tech training. Aledos stuck close to his friend, as they were both amazed at the sheer size of the armory and the different weapons on display for them. They felt like they just entered the belly of the beast. They had the choice from swords to sharp sabers, to lancers, spears, historical and mythical weapons. The weapons catalog was just endless. There were not regular weapons. From the use of exotics and other metals, these weapons were massively upgraded and were given additional attributes on them.

The presenter standing behind a podium in a corner of the stage switched on the projector and everyone in the hall could see ten cameras planted to point every single weapon in the glass counter display. Xavier clenched his jaw. He knew it. Izmir was not a small fish in a pond. He was planning to rule the ocean. They had automatic rifles. Hand grenades. Sophisticated revolvers. A huge range of K bars and some switchblades too, that were not for ordinary street junkies. Xavier felt his blood boiling with both anger and excitement to see the staff professionally showing off his very single item, explaining their functionality and range. He knew every bullet was different. While there were some

I replied then he went to a cupboard and search for a while then bring out a long box and placed it on the table. " This is M24, the bolt-action 7.62x51mm, it's capable of 0.5 MOA accuracy to maximal effective range of about 800 meters" he said. " perfect......just exactly what I need" I said to him. " there's something else you're not telling me........they don't teach long range shooting at the academy" he said. " I watch movies so I will do some training with it" I said then carried the box and the bullets.

I noticed they had prepared their weapons by pointing them at me while waiting for the order to shoot. When I raised my hand, the lethal bully sword appeared. Bully them now, I said. I said nothing out loud. However, the rifles in their hands, which were Ak 47 and pump-action guns, melted and fell to the ground. They could detect the odor of a molten metal material.

It was a competition disguised as tradition. “Stay close,” Malric said beside me. I pretended not to hear him. His hand tightened briefly around mine before he led me forward with the others. The supply tents were already crowded when we arrived. Rows of weapons stretched across heavy wooden tables—bows, blades, traps, coiled ropes, throwing spears, and reinforced hunting gear designed for different terrains. Werewolves inspected them carefully, testing balance, weight, and sharpness before choosing. I picked the one thing I believed I could actually use. A hunting dagger.