When they saw that the instructor who taught them firearms shooting and "gun fighting" had only one arm left, although there was no commotion, the students looked a little surprised and distrustful.
Missing one hand will definitely have an impact on the use of Force firearms.
Artoria also looked at the one-armed instructor pacing on the white sand in the distance.
As if he noticed something, the one-armed instructor wearing a cowboy hat suddenly raised his head, and a pair of sharp eyes under the brim of his hat looked directly at her.
In an instant, it was as if a dagger had stabbed the girl's skin, causing her green pupils to shrink slightly.
He could feel others peeping at him from a distance, and he even locked onto the source, which shocked Artoria.
This not only means the visitor's keen perception and excellent eyesight, but also represents strength. To be able to perform like this, he is at least a master-level transcendent.
Moreover, he has a gray windbreaker, a yellow leather jacket, a wide-brimmed high-top felt hat, and a cigarette in his mouth, plus a somewhat unruly temperament...
It is almost certain that this man is a cowboy from the southern plains!
His unshaven, slightly weathered face also gave Artoria a vague sense of familiarity.
I seem to have seen it in the newspaper, isn't this...
"Hello everyone, I am Zoro, from the Pugni Plain in the southern part of the kingdom. From today on, I will serve as your firearms instructor."
The one-armed instructor dressed as a cowboy is extremely fast and can cover hundreds of meters in just a dozen steps, coming from afar.
His windbreaker danced with the wind. His voice was not loud, slightly hoarse and low, but it had a strange penetrating power, reaching everyone's ears clearly and far away.
The students immediately put away their doubts and did not mention their performance. This person was definitely not an unknown person. One student was surprised and said:
"Oh my god, it's the 'Weird Man' Zolo! The strongest cowboy on the Pugni Plain, the man who stands at the top of the gunfighters..."
But as soon as he said a few more words, the bearded bishop glared at him fiercely like a jackal and a leopard. He immediately shrank his neck and did not dare to say anything anymore.
When lining up in the army, no one is allowed to make any noise at will.
The [Gun Fighter] profession, also known as the gunner profession, is a new extraordinary profession that has only appeared less than a hundred years ago. The career path is not perfect. There is no fifth-level holy realm gunner on the mainland.
Therefore, "Weird Man" Zoro, a fourth-level [air-locked gunner], can barely be said to be standing at the top of the gunners.
Artoria kept looking at Zoro intently.
Ren boasted to her about some of his deeds on the plains, so she knew the weirdo Zorro relatively well.
‘He is a real hero, and I am a fake good guy.’──This is Ren’s evaluation of this man.
Zorro has been a chivalrous man on the plains for more than 20 years. He is the old enemy of Marcelo "Ghost Hand", the boss of the Skeleton Gang.
However, it is a bit ironic that Marcello, the great hero of the generation, did not die due to the hero Zolo's chivalrous and righteous methods in the end, but died under Ren's machinations.
It can only be said that evil people will be punished by evil people.
King Da Mao looked at Zoro, the ranger on the plains, and Zoro also stared at his "old friend" cousin for a while.
"Let's start the class. Let's start with understanding the Force firearms. Follow me."
He quickly withdrew his gaze and said nothing more. The strange hero Zolo briefly introduced himself and went straight to the topic.
"Zolo, I will leave these rookies to you in the afternoon."
The bearded instructor grinned, showing his white teeth.
"No problem, Instructor Trumpo."
Zoro nodded slightly to the bearded bishop and led the students into a warehouse close to the shooting range.
Click~
Inserting the brass key, Zoro placed his palm on the metal door.
Just listening to the buzzing vibrations and the sound of mechanical gears, the milky white diamond-shaped apertures expanded layer by layer, covering the entire dark iron door in the blink of an eye.
Dense white circles of light flashed, and the heavy warehouse door opened with a bang.
The space inside was huge, with many desks, podiums, and a blackboard even cleared out. Hundreds of similar-looking Force firearms were hung on the south wall, and boxes of bullets were placed in the corner.
"Pick a gun, get a box of magic bullets and armor-piercing bullets, and then sit back."
After giving the instructions and waiting for the students to sit down, Zoro walked up to the podium.
He picked up an "ordinary level" Force firearm, used tools to skillfully disassemble the various parts of the firearm, and showed them to everyone one by one, while also explaining:
"The Demon Hunter Pistol Type 2 is the first generation of Force firearms that can be mass-produced in small quantities. Its emergence marks a breakthrough in the technical bottleneck of low-level Force firearms that cannot be automated production...
The emergence of this force firearm has changed the pattern of extraordinary wars in the Sixth Age continent, especially the mid-to-low-end confrontation, which has affected the balance of power among many forces.
However, the structure of this gun is not complicated.
The barrel material is Luwen steel, the barrel length is 32 cm, the total weight is about 1.48KG, and it contains a low-level force array...
It can be disassembled. When disassembled, it can be divided into four parts: barrel, grip, handguard, and connecting shaft. Any part can be easily put into a pocket..."
In the warehouse, Zoro spoke unhurriedly about the knowledge of Force firearms.
Everyone listened attentively, and some even took out notebooks and pens, such as the good student Artoria.
"As we all know, Force firearms can be roughly divided into four grades according to their craftsmanship and value: ordinary, fine, masterpiece and famous guns. There is a huge gap between each grade."
Zoro was explaining and suddenly asked:
"Student number 68, please answer, what are the most obvious features, or differences, of 'ordinary-level' Force firearms compared to those of higher quality?"
There are 68 people in total, and the one with the last student number means the latest to enroll.
The students subconsciously looked behind them. The blond and blue-eyed King Da Mao frowned and immediately stood up.
The girl vaguely felt that Zoro named her intentionally.
This question is actually a bit strange. It's like asking, what's the difference between a car worth 10 million yuan, a car worth 2 million yuan, a car worth 500,000 yuan, and a car worth 100,000 yuan?
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Many students looked surprised or confused. As a top student, Artoria didn't have a clue at the moment.
"Isn't it cheaper?"
Someone muttered something, which spoke to the thoughts of many people.
"Nonsense, why didn't you say it was the weakest!" Someone rolled their eyes and retorted.
"Instructor, is this the lowest level in the Force Array?"
A student asked tentatively, but Zoro just shook his head.
Artoria thought for a moment before answering:
"The most obvious feature is that the 'ordinary-level' Force firearms have an additional energy source. It contains Force crystals as energy, which can drive the Force array on the gun.
Therefore, ordinary people can also use ‘ordinary level’ Force firearms without the need for the user to inject psychic energy (the Force)!”
There was silence in the warehouse.
The students looked at each other, some were surprised, some were confused... They were not sure whether this was the correct answer.
Zoro did not nod or shake his head, but asked:
"So, why aren't higher-quality Force firearms equipped with additional energy sources?"
"Because the size of firearms is limited, it is difficult for small Force crystals to drive more advanced Force arrays. Therefore, Force firearms above 'fine quality' need to be driven by the user."
The stupid king replied without thinking.
This is like an ordinary battery that can drive a shaver, but cannot drive a refrigerator or a television.
Zoro nodded slightly and continued to ask:
"Ordinary people can use the lowest level of Force firearms. What does this mean?"
"It means that ordinary soldiers can participate in extraordinary wars, which was impossible in the Third and Fourth Era.
At that time, it was mainly cold weapon warfare, and Force firearms could not be mass-produced. A few high-quality firearms were made by alchemists and mechanics, and could only be driven and used by extraordinary people. The value of ordinary soldiers was extremely low..."
As Artoria spoke, the look in her eyes became brighter and brighter.
As the king and military commander of a country, she has good strategic vision and tactical thinking, and she vaguely understands what Zorro means.
This class is not just about firearms knowledge.
Ordinary soldiers holding low-level Force firearms can completely kill first- and second-level extraordinary beings. If they cooperate well and have enough firearms, it is entirely possible to kill expert-level extraordinary beings.
A smile appeared on Zoro's face:
"Kate, please estimate how much firepower it would take to kill a dark Earl with the combat power of an ordinary soldier."
"If the terrain and timing are right, about twenty ordinary-level Force firearms can be killed in one shot."
Arturia replied in a calm tone.
Perhaps because she had returned to the commander's mind, her aura changed slightly at this moment. Her firm expression and a hint of sharpness unintentionally revealed surprised her classmates.
"That's about it." Zoro asked with a hint of admiration in his eyes, "What if the terrain and timing are not suitable?"
"If the terrain and timing are not right, a hundred ordinary soldiers holding Force firearms may be killed by a dark count."
The girl quickly discovered the weakness of ordinary soldiers, even if they all held Force firearms - high attack and low defense!
"Very well, please sit down."
With appreciation in Zoro's eyes, King Da Mao sat down after hearing this.
In her mind, she was still thinking about combat methods, the value and limits of ordinary soldiers, extraordinary people, lineup matching, guerrilla tactics...all kinds of things about war.
Zoro picked up the chalk and wrote a few lines of large words on the blackboard:
Sixth Age war theory, the impact of Force firearms on extraordinary warfare.
1. The steam revolution at the beginning of the Sixth Age.
2. The emergence and rise of the [Gunner] profession.
3. The value of ordinary soldiers and the status of mid- to low-level extraordinary beings are reduced.
4. The decline of the [Archer] profession and the decline of the traditional knighthood.
…
Facing everyone's gaze, Zoro stared at them and said loudly:
"Students, this is a military camp, not a shooting club. It teaches more than just how to use Force firearms!"
The students couldn't help but look at each other. Some were confused, some were eager to try, some were disapproving... Everyone had different reactions.
A smile appeared on the corner of Artoria's mouth. The knowledge she had been looking forward to and wanting to learn was finally here.
Even if you can't become a saint, the church still needs talents, because the traditional knights will gradually decline and they need new power... This is what Ren told her.
………
The newly born King of Knights is working tirelessly in the White Sands Military Camp to absorb the world's military knowledge and war theories... waiting for the moment to shine in the future.
And Renn is not idle either, he is also working hard... well, trying to chat with beautiful women, go shopping, eat, and keep in touch with each other.
But this is not about being obsessed with beauty.
In the past few days, Renne and Candice have conducted many rounds of negotiations on business issues. As the saying goes, business is done while eating, drinking, and having fun.
Sometimes the two of them book a private room in a hotel and chat while eating, sometimes they talk in a private room in a cafe, and sometimes they talk in a quiet place in the park.
The two people's behavior of talking about business, bargaining, and even quarreling, and then continuing to talk after the quarrel, is particularly ambiguous in the eyes of outsiders who don't know the inside story.
In short, many citizens saw that Sir Ackerman "hooked up" with a beautiful Wismark woman.
The two dated every day and even "flirted".
Many people are a little confused. Master Ackerman has such good conditions, even if he marries a princess, he can marry a princess from a small country...
Why did you choose an Aboriginal woman?
"Has Master Ackerman lost his mind? He refused to marry the nobles of the kingdom and pursued a foreign woman?"
Some citizens were puzzled and even a little disgusted.
What is an alien race? It is a race with special blood, living habits, and cultural concepts that cannot be integrated into the mainstream.
"What's wrong with the foreign race? You don't know how sexy and hot that woman is. She's a stunner. That figure, that face, and those long legs...a man's dream!"
"Indeed, I think Sir Ackerman has a real temperament.
That woman's figure, appearance, and temperament are all first-class, and her strength is also very powerful... How many noble ladies can compare to such a top-notch woman? It's worth dying to sleep with her once.
Do you think someone can catch Princess Sophie and Valkyrie?"
"Hey, I heard that according to the tribal customs of the Wismark tribe, a temple can marry 9 wives at the same time."
"Tsk, tsk, I seem to understand something... It opens the door to a new world, and I have decided that I will also be a son-in-law of a foreign race in the future!"
Renn was now considered a celebrity in the Kingdom of Falorland, and many people could recognize his handsome face.
Without concealing their whereabouts, he and Candice's high-profile "show of affection" in the past few days has aroused discussions among the citizens and some extraordinary people in the city.
Candice didn't think there was anything wrong. She had visited many nobles before, and it was not a secret to move her tribe here.
There is no need to be secretive when talking about business.
Moreover, her father had originally intended to marry her to someone who could help the tribe, and Renn fully met her criteria for choosing a mate - he was younger than her and could defeat her.
If Ren is willing to accept her, Candice will not refuse.
There is a turbulent undercurrent, but it is obvious that it is not just Ren who is taking action.
"Excuse me, is this Sir Ackerman's house?"
A plain-looking man wearing a postman's uniform rode a bicycle outside the villa on Xianyue Street.
"Yes."
Before he could get close, several guards armed with Force firearms stopped him.
"Hello, this is a letter addressed to Sir Ackerman."
The plain-looking postman smiled slightly. He skillfully found a black envelope from the iron basket of the bicycle and handed it to the leader, the cowboy Garcia.
The cowboy checked the letter and found nothing unusual.
The postman got on his bicycle and disappeared at the end of the street.
He kept busy, delivered all the letters, and then returned home.
The lights were on in the house, and it was silent and lifeless. My wife and children were all lying in the bedroom, lifeless.
Staring at the corpses of his wife and children, the "husband" shed tears. His face blurred for a while, and he turned into another person, wearing a mask full of oil paint.
"A clown must learn to laugh and cry, and pretend to be anyone."
He is "Hanfeng", a schizophrenic and perverted killer.
