The precision of both participants' shooting was evident, but Feng Yi's arm strength far exceeded that of his adversary. From beginning to end, he maintained his one-handed shooting stance. This demonstrated superior judgment and precise control, even a minor error could have resulted in a diametrically opposite outcome.

From the results, it appeared the two were evenly matched, but with a strict analysis, Huang Zhennan was already at a disadvantage. He stared deeply at Feng Yi, his eyes flickering as if trying to see through this sudden rival. He let out a long sigh and said, "A bet's a bet, I'll see you again in seven days."

"A single battle does not reflect much, victory or defeat is commonplace in the army, Major Huang, don't keep such a stoic face. Hahaha," Jia Erjia said, taking much pleasure in the situation.

Huang Zhennan suddenly stopped, gave a half glance and said, "The winner was not your field regiment." Saying so, he strode off the training field.

Immense respect filled the eyes of the soldiers for Feng Yi, who was no longer just a naive young man, but rather a hideously powerful... A word flashed across their minds—Special Agent! He was a Special Agent of the Atlan Federation, carrying out special assignments!

Someone in the crowd popped the words 'Special Agents sent by the Federation'. The crowd was in an uproar. Female soldiers were in disbelief; the black-clothed warrior near them was actually a Federation Special Agent. It was no wonder, the reason why such a high-ranking officer did not have a rank is now perfectly clear.

What is a Federation Special Agent? They are assigned tasks that even special forces cannot handle. They have Sky Network authorization, allowing direct communication to the Presidential Office in Heavenly Communication. They can call up a certain amount of armed forces to assist in operations without explanation.

He was recognized by the Atlan Federation as a person with indomitable will; a quick and adaptable mind; unmeasurable strength; unparalleled experience. Only with such comprehensive abilities can one truly be called a Special Agent. Suddenly, everyone was interested in Feng Yi's background. They seemed to see a hint of weariness in this apparently carefree man.

Back in the base, Huang Zhennan remained silent in his chair for some time, not striking as particularly upset; instead, he asked, "What's his background? Usually, people can't just run to the battlefield to assist in operations."

The signal soldier remarked, they didn't know either. The fight seemed to break out from a small accusation, but hardly anyone knew much about the newcomer, except for Jia Erjia and the Field Regiment leader.

Intriguing, Huang Zhennan said with a slight smile, "I may not be capable of precisely aiming like he can in battle. I did technically lose, but it felt more like a tie. However, I think I've already lost. We both got a perfect score, but he submitted his answer much faster than I did. If that's not a defeat, I don't know what is."

The field regiment has finally had a chance to vent. Jia Erjia mentioned that there would be an extra meal for the cooking squad, which got the soldiers so excited they couldn't stop grinning. Liu Xinfeng, the instructor, led a group of sergeants and experienced soldiers to welcome them. To show their closeness, they saluted Feng Yi and then gave him a warm hug. No matter how phony their smiles were, at least their laughter at having beaten the special forces was genuine.

Feng Yi knew the power of being a good officer. If he wanted to secure the soldiers' support and unity, he knew he had to make some sacrifices. He claimed that he would take care of all the meals for the cooking squad brothers. Feng Yi didn't take himself too seriously, making a point that he was not stingy when it came to feeding the soldiers. "From now on," he said, "let's train hard, and our meals will be covered. Let's keep the Special Forces away from the training field."

Feng Yi deliberately used some crude language to test the soldier's reactions, which, unusually, were actually cheered on—it was more relatable to the soldiers. The words might have been crude, but the sincerity made it all the more relatable.

"For the sake of the regiment and Captain Feng's speech, we cannot let ourselves down," they chorused.

"Soldiers, assemble." The sound of the platoon leader's whistle echoed across the field, and with a renewed enthusiasm, the soldiers began their rounds.

Jia Erjia eagerly guided Feng Yi around the barracks, showing him all the important facilities such as the combat weapon and ammunition depot, the command room, etc. Eventually, he just took Feng Yi directly to the barracks and directed the communication soldiers in the cooking squad to prepare a couple of special dishes. They drank and felt merry.

Jia Erjia's face turned red after a few drinks. He talked about the regiment's conditions, and also about the current war situation. It was frustrating, two of the forward bases had been taken down in just three days, with almost no resistance.

This regiment was probably considered canon fodder. Both the Field regiment and the Special Forces were basically brothers in the same trench, sharing the same fate. Life here was unpredictable—they lived with the constant threat of death. Were it not for Feng Yi, who knows what their situation would be.

Normal training for real combat scenarios can add much more pressure to soldiers, but now the frequent emergency assemblies had become a cause of constant worry.

Feng Yi clearly stated his purpose for being here. There was no specific task assigned. Starfield battles are typically fought in space, and the number of enemy forces that managed to land on a star is rather small. Since the Federation was aware there weren't many enemy forces on the borderlands and no high-ranking officers were likely to be sent here, they just decided to drop him in this deserted place to provide support to the frontline forces.

Jia Erjia laughed out loud after hearing this. Being a Federation Special Agent seemed pretty... he chuckled and was too embarrassed to finish his sentence.

Feng Yi didn't seem bothered at all. He claimed that it was better to revamp the soldiers' daily training routine rather than just waiting around. A little more knowledge could foster hope and improve morale. Who knows, an adrenaline rush could also save lives?

Jia Erjia shook his head and wryly smiled. Long ago, he had considered doing the same but didn't garnish the expertise to do so. Even Huang Zhennan from the Special Forces' mecha operating skills were just enough to get him to the second line standards, and the amount he could instruct was very limited. Not to mention that it took him a year to figure out the basics.

It's widely known that operating a mecha is not simple. A simple command mistake could lead to an unexpected situation. A small error could result in falling over and getting injured, needing several days of bed rest. Sometimes, Huang Zhennan couldn't even master the timing of the inputs, so there's no question of teaching others.

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