He Mai hung the apple substitute he found on the willow tree and said with a smile: "Zhiyuan, there is not an apple tree within a mile of the land. Where do you want me to find it?"
"It's too late to go out and buy some. I think you can just make do with this!"
"Ringo fruit is also very good."
Ringo?
Is this thing Ringo?
Wang Mi stepped forward and suddenly felt that the small fruit in He Mai's hand was no longer an ordinary fruit, but had turned into an extremely high-end fruit!
That’s right!
Before the name Ringo appeared, in Wang Mi's eyes, the target He Mai equipped him with was just the most common and ubiquitous fruit in the north, the kind of small fruit known as Shaguo in modern times. It is sour and sweet.
It's sweet and a bit gritty when you bite it, which is its characteristic.
Compared with apples, sand fruits are much smaller and not as delicious. In the eyes of modern Wang Mi, this kind of fruit is really not something he likes.
The taste of Shaguo, just like its name, is ordinary and rustic.
"You said, this thing is called Ringo?"
Wang Mi's shocked gaze made He Mai confused for a while.
Then he nodded: "Yes!"
"This is Ringo Fruit, don't you know?"
"What's so strange!"
Ringo, Ringo, this name is really elegant.
Wang Mi couldn't help but lament that perhaps what modern people lack compared with ancient people is this kind of poetic imagination.
For the same kind of fruit, the ancient people's names for it were always more unique, more pleasant, and not vulgar at all.
With a poetic name like Ringo, the small red and yellow fruit suddenly became high-end.
"If you haven't found any apples, just use these ringo fruits instead. If you're worried that the target is too small and difficult to hit, it's easy. I'll just hang two for you!"
"Who says I can't hit!"
"Don't underestimate people!"
"Get it for me!"
"One hanging is enough!"
Isn’t it just a small sand fruit?
He, a marksman who is always hitting the mark with every shot, can still miss!
He Mai held Sha Guo and was stunned for a moment, looking at the size of Sha Guo and then looking at Wang Mi's pretty little face.
Finally, hang up both sand fruits.
He jumped off the wooden ladder neatly, patted the dust, and said with a smile: "Zhiyuan, at this critical moment, don't brag. As long as your pistol is accurate, it doesn't matter if it's one or two, what's the difference?"
"Isn't it a piece of cake to hit it?"
It has long been obvious that the thing that Wang Mi can't stand the most is aggressive generals. As long as you tell him that he is not good, he will definitely hold his neck and let you know how good he is.
Men's nature is nothing more than this.
"you're right!"
"Get out of the way and let you see how powerful I am!"
Wang Mi straightened his back, turned around, and walked towards the predetermined shooting spot.
When he turned around, Wang Mi seemed to be a different person. Before turning around, he was still an ordinary man who was full of doubts about Sha Guo.
After taking the chicken blood, he has transformed into a Super Saiyan with chicken blood!
Little sand fruit!
What can you do to me?
Wang Mi picked up the pistol, aimed at the target, and made a move, but he did not rush to shoot. Unlike He Mai and the others, Wang Mi did not need to rush because no one planned to compete with him for this shooting opportunity.
On the contrary, every craftsman in Jiang's workshop, even Puchao, the general minister who arrived belatedly, has focused their attention on him.
Who else would I be!
Only Wang Shilang can do it well!
A good start and a full house!
Suddenly, a shadow flashed before Wang Mi's eyes. It was none other than the Empress Dowager Feng of the Northern Wei Dynasty who was known for her martial arts.
Collectively known as the Queen Mother of Civilization of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
This old queen mother single-handedly led Emperor Xiaowen and helped him achieve his great ambitions. For a long time, she was truly the number one figure in the Northern Wei Dynasty.
Like many women from wealthy families in the north, they are not good at poetry, writing, etiquette and music, but are good at bows and horses, riding and shooting.
As the Empress Dowager of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Feng, who held a high position, still did not give up her old skills. It is said that back then, she could shoot arrows to the extent that she could pierce a poplar with a hundred steps!
It’s not just about making money with a hundred steps, it’s also like making money with a hundred steps!
It is said that during a party and banquet, Empress Dowager Feng suddenly became addicted and ordered someone to hang a copper coin on a poplar tree.
She rode her horse and came a hundred paces away, aimed at the square hole in the middle of the copper coin, and pierced it with an arrow!
Simple and neat!
hehe!
Empress Dowager Feng is old and frail, but she can still hit the square hole of a copper coin. Wang Mi, holding a sharp weapon in his hand, can still miss a small sand fruit?
Wang Mi didn't trust his shooting skills, he trusted the accuracy of his pistol.
In his opinion, shooting guns is much easier than shooting arrows. Moreover, the handguns in ancient times are still rough in workmanship, simple in structure, and light in weight. For people like Wang Mi and others who have not received systematic shooting training,
Speaking of which, it is quite easy to hit a target the size of Shaguo.
Wang Mi raised his gun again!
Wang Mi aimed with one eye!
"Look!"
"Shilang Wang is going to shoot!"
A commotion suddenly broke out around Wang Mi, not far or near, and the craftsmen were excited!
Their blood boils!
"Do you think, Minister Wang, he hit the target?"
"Of course, there's no need to ask!" Master Wei, who worked hard making steel with Wang Mi, was quite convinced of Wang Mi's ability.
"I don't think so!" There is also the idea of having to think about bad things in everything, but there is some justification for this!
"You have forgotten that Mr. He also fired a shot last time. Not to mention hitting the target, he actually injured himself."
"Look, He Langjun didn't even dare to come today!"
"It can be seen that shooting a gun is not that easy!"
When He Wuji's failure was mentioned, the crowd that had been bustling just now suddenly became half quiet.
He Wuji's miserable appearance quickly came to people's attention. They looked around and found that He Wuji was nowhere to be seen.
"But just because He Langjun can't do it, it doesn't mean that Shilang Wang can't do it either!"
"Yes!"
"We still follow the old rules, buy it, leave it, and take a gamble!"
As soon as they heard the word gambling, the brothers' enthusiasm was ignited again!
Everything is a bet!
This is the life creed of brothers!
Gambling is human nature and is inevitable. People with poor self-control often throw money into gambling halls and will never come out until they lose everything.
There is a kind of gambling that is very simple. You can bet on everything that happens around you, whether it will succeed, whether it will fail, and so on.
It is convenient and easy to do. Generally speaking, this kind of casual gambling does not require bets, it is just entertainment.
However, today's scene is obviously different.
It’s really boring if you don’t get something with money!
He Mai has always been a very open-minded person, but when it came to shooting, he was not ready to take part in the shooting, so he started to think about other things.
That’s right!
He Mai was the one who advocated gambling in the first place.
As the saying goes, Wang Mi still took risks when performing, while Xiao He collected the money from behind.
It doesn't matter whether you have more money or less, as long as you get it for free, it's all good!
Wang Mi was in the front, holding a gun, and was about to start the first shot of the day. Xiao He was in the back, not idle at all.
Accompanied by various noisy sounds at the scene, He Mai shouted while opening his money bag, and soon all the gambling money of the craftsmen was received into He Mai's small money bag.
It's quite full. A rough count, there are hundreds of articles.
made money!
Make a lot of money!
"Zhiyuan!"
"It's time to begin!"
"We are all waiting!"
This man is really, how long has it been, and he is still dawdling, how can it be so complicated to fire a shot!
Just aim and hit, it's so easy and you don't need to use your brain at all!
Although He Mai is usually glib and seems to be the best at talking, in fact, he has really practiced martial arts. You don't need to use your brain to practice martial arts, it all depends on talent and body instinct.
Repeated exercises will train this instinctive reaction.
As long as the instinct is in place, there is no need to hesitate at all. As soon as the lead bullet comes out of the barrel, you will know whether it can hit or not.
As Wang Zhiyuan was dawdling, He Mai concluded that his shot would definitely miss before he could even shoot.
"Watch it!"
"I'm sure to win!" He Mai crossed his arms and looked up, happily saying to the craftsmen around him.
Master Wei rolled his eyes and was quite speechless.
This Mr. He Xiaolang is really eye-opening. He keeps saying that he and Wang Shilang have a life-long friendship, but when faced with Wang Shilang's first shot, he resolutely shoots and fails!
Yes!
He Mai actually concluded that Wang Mi would never succeed, and put him in charge. As long as Wang Mi's shot missed or misfired, he would make a huge profit!
With a few craftsmen in the workshop, including Master Wei and General Craftsman, Wang Mi will definitely be successful, but he has high hopes.
A considerable sum of money was invested!
"Amai, don't talk too much."
"Why are you so sure that I won't hit you?"
Wang Mi's voice came from a distant place. He didn't even turn around, and he didn't even look at He Mai's eyes. He already guessed what he was thinking.
He Mai was stunned and immediately counterattacked: "Zhiyuan, everyone can talk nonsense, you'd better fire the first shot quickly!"
"Don't worry!"
"It's coming!"
As soon as he shouted, the eyes of all the craftsmen immediately focused on him, and no other movement in the workshop could shake their minds.
Look!
It's time to shoot!
The ownership of the money will be determined immediately!
He Mai couldn't help but be attracted by this scene, and tightened his grip on his money bag.
Although he was full of confidence that Wang Mi would definitely fail, what if it happened?
Just be afraid of everything!
The more people paid attention to it, the more Xiao Wang had to hold it. The eyes of all the craftsmen were probably attracted to him, and he put down the pistol instead.
He put it on the ground!
"Eh!"
"Why did Mr. Wang put down his gun?"
Everyone's doubts are Wang Mi's hobby.
The more people paid attention to him, the prouder he became. At this moment, he actually found a trace of his original body, Wang Mi.
That feeling of being isolated and independent, a golden peacock.
In front of everyone, Wang Mi took out the flint and started to light the fire starter. Seeing the small flame gradually rising, he smiled with satisfaction.
Very good!
The fire starter is made so well, which means that the firearms manufacturing industry is half the battle!
Because the fire starter is made of paper wadding and some grass materials, it is inherently flammable. Once it is lit, it will not be easily extinguished.
Therefore, these fire starters can be used repeatedly, and there is a relatively thick cover on the fire starter.
When using it, you only need to light it for the first time, blow it out when not in use, close the lid, and leave it for the next use.
Do you want to use flint to light it next time? Wouldn't that be very troublesome?
Of course not!
This is the beauty of fire starters.
It looks like it is extinguished, but in fact there are still sparks from the fire starter inside the lid, but they are very small and will not cause a fire.
When necessary again, just open the lid and blow the sparks again, and within a short while, the flame will start again.
Convenient.
With this thing, all kinds of firearms, including pistols, can really be put to use on the battlefield.
That kind of thing where you have to use both hands to make fire and also shoot a gun is simply impossible to succeed!
With the fire starter ready, Wang Mi picked up the pistol again. He fixed his eyes and took another look at the sand fruit hanging on the willow tree.
This He Mai is so careless in his work. He agreed that one would be enough, but he insists on having two. Isn't this looking down on people?
Watch me shoot two results with one shot and give you a show!
After opening the fire door, Wang Mi held his breath.
be quick!
Although it is called a pistol, in principle, it is still a firecracker. It is relatively crudely made and prone to misfires and accidents.
It is precisely based on these characteristics that during the entire ignition process, more attention must be paid to moving quickly.
It is very important to pay special attention to completing the shot in one go. A slight hesitation or a pause may cause the shooting to fail. Not only that, it is also very possible to cause greater damage.
"ignition!"
"Turn off the fire door!"
"Lead!"
"Get out!"
Wang Mi shouted several times. Although there were many words, there was no hesitation in his movements. It was done in one go!
Bang!
The lead bullet rushed out of the gun barrel along with the airflow caused by the expansion of the gunpowder!
Before that, Wang Mi had already pointed his gun at the sago on the willow tree. Wang Mi admitted that at the beginning, he was not fully prepared.
All pistols have recoil, and this is especially true for the pistol made by Wang Mi that resembles a blunderbuss.
When he started shooting for the first time, Wang Mi actually forgot about the matter. The last time He Wuji's gun misfired, he was focused on the improper loading of gunpowder, but he forgot that the recoil of the pistol he had just successfully built was so powerful.
It can actually cause pain in the tiger's mouth.
The lead bullet had been fired, but Wang Mi's hand was affected by the recoil, and the tiger's mouth almost split open, causing him to grit his teeth in pain.
Boom!
boom!
A small lead bullet actually made two noises.
And the movement is not small!
Everyone was shocked for a moment, and even forgot to react. Their eyes seemed to stay where they were, staring straight ahead.
Why didn't fire come out?
No black smoke?
The one who has the biggest doubts is He Wuji.
No one knows better than him what he goes through when he shoots a gun.
The impact of that moment almost made him think that his life was over!
It was smoke and fire, and it was very scary.
However, Wang Mi also fired a shot, but saw nothing.
There was neither smoke nor fire. Although he staggered slightly, he did not fall down and was not injured!
More importantly, the sand fruit hanging on the willow tree seems to have changed!