Chang'an.

Beiya Training Ground.

This was originally the station of the Royal Guard.

But now a piece of land has been temporarily designated for special forces training.

Cheng Yaojin has been training specially selected elite soldiers these days.

A whole month.

Cheng Yaojin had never heard of many military training methods.

In particular, Zhuang Zhou told him that in order to improve individual combat capabilities, special forces soldiers must have the basic fighting qualities to fight ten against one when encountering the enemy.

To be honest, this made Cheng Yaojin even more puzzled.

Isn't this basic operation?

Take him for example, beating ten people by himself is just a piece of cake. Even at his current age, he can beat a hundred people.

After a month of intensive selection and training, the "Changan Sword" special forces were finally formed.

According to the agreement, Zhuang Zhou should bring back the new weapons he mentioned.

To Cheng Yaojin, it seemed like he had never waited so long.

"Brother Zhuang, you're having a blast in the upper realm, why don't you come back?"

Cheng Yaojin was sighing to the sky when he heard a rumbling sound coming from outside the training ground.

This is so familiar!

This is the sound of a motorcycle.

Cheng Yaojin staggered and looked towards the entrance of the training ground.

Then I saw Zhuang Zhou appear at the entrance of the training ground.

Not far away, there were more than a dozen horse-drawn carriages, each of which was loaded with things.

There were three carriages in particular, whose wheels were stuck in the mud.

You can see how heavy the things on this carriage are.

Yoho!

Are you really back?

Cheng Yaojin rubbed his eyes. It was absolutely true!

"Brother Zhuang, you are finally back!"

With a sad face, Cheng Yaojin approached.

Zhuang Zhou blocked Cheng Yaojin:

"Old Cheng, ask someone to move the things!"

Cheng Yaojin said:

"What are they?"

“It’s all good stuff!”

Without saying much, he asked Cheng Yaojin to arrange for everyone to move into the training ground.

Naturally, other outsiders are not allowed to enter the training ground.

Zhuang Zhou is certainly not among them.

When we entered the training ground, we saw large boxes laid out.

In addition to large wooden boxes, there are also large cardboard boxes.

The soldiers who had finished their training also gathered around to watch the fun.

The people gathered now were all selected from the Kyoto Imperial Guard.

In Zhuang Zhou's words, they are the elite among the elites.

It was the first time for many of them to see Zhuang Zhou. They didn’t expect that he was so young.

And he looks like a weak man.

I really don't know where those rumors about him being able to lift a tripod came from.

"Brother Zhuang, tell me quickly, what good things are in here?"

Zhuang Zhou found a knife and pried open the wooden lid.

Then I saw a box of pistols neatly arranged inside.

All were .45 caliber Colt pistols.

Of course Cheng Yaojin didn't recognize it, so he reached out and picked up one and took a look.

Puzzled, he asked:

"Brother Zhuang, what the hell is this?"

"It's called a pistol, but it's a weapon that can hit the target with a single strike."

Cheng Yaojin weighed the pistol and said disapprovingly:

"Is this the thing? It's a bit big to be used as a hidden weapon, right? And it can shoot through the air from a hundred paces away?"

"sure."

"Then I'll try."

As he said this, Cheng Yaojin was about to throw it at the wooden sign on the open space in front.

"Old Cheng, what are you doing?"

Cheng Yaojin was puzzled and said:

"Didn't you say this thing could hit the target from a hundred paces away? Let me throw one and try it out."

“…”

All right!

Used as a hidden weapon.

Okay!

Let me show you.

As he spoke, Zhuang Zhou called out:

"You, go move the wooden sign to the open space over there."

A young and strong man glanced at Cheng Yaojin, as if asking something.

Cheng Yaojin kicked him:

"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and go."

The man quickly picked up the wooden sign and went to the open space in the distance.

"Further away."

Zhuang Zhou shouted.

"Further away...Okay, that's enough!"

In terms of distance, it is only about a hundred meters.

"Brother Zhuang, what do you want to do?"

"Let me show you this weapon."

As he spoke, Zhuang Zhou had already picked up the pistol, took out the magazine, and loaded 7 bullets.

Everyone looked at Zhuang Zhou's operation in confusion.

"What...what is this?"

Cheng Yaojin moved closer curiously and looked at the little gadget in Zhuang Zhou's hand.

"It's a bullet."

Zhuang Zhou smiled slightly:

"You'd better cover your ears, because it's going to be quite noisy later."

Cheng Yaojin smiled:

"It's only the size of a palm, how much noise can it possibly cause?"

Zhuang Zhou also smiled back and didn't say much, asking everyone to disperse.

He walked to the front line alone, raised his pistol and aimed at the wooden sign in the distance.

Just when everyone didn't know what Zhuang Zhou was doing.

Zhuang Zhou had already gently pulled the trigger.

"Bang~~"

There was only a loud "bang", the sound was crisp and shocking, and everyone was startled.

Immediately afterwards, they saw an obvious bullet hole appear on the wooden sign in the distance. The wooden sign shook a few times and then fell to the ground with a "bang".

"This...how is this possible?"

Cheng Yaojin widened his eyes, unable to believe his eyes.

"That's the power of a pistol."

Zhuang Zhou put away his gun and explained calmly:

"Also, this is just the most basic model. I also brought more advanced assault rifles, sniper rifles, etc."

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