Chapter 21 As soon as the cold light arrives, the gun shoots like a dragon
Now, Fusu's marksmanship has reached the state of "reaching the realm of perfection".
Although his marksmanship has reached the highest level, every time Fusu increases his proficiency, his understanding of marksmanship will become more thorough.
Now Fusu is like a spear saint.
All I can think about is the skills of using a spear.
White cranes spread their wings, dragons go out to sea, stunning shots, guarding gods, chasing souls, killing lives, starting a prairie fire with hundreds of blows...
Whether it exists in reality or exists in novels, Fusu can easily master it.
With a proficiency level of more than 100,000, reaching the realm of transformation is not something you can't achieve.
Even if you are a genius in marksmanship and refine your marksmanship day and night, it will take you more than three hundred years to reach 100,000 proficiency levels.
But Fusu only took... ten days.
It takes ten days to reach 100,000 proficiency in marksmanship.
So cool.
Ten days is worth three hundred years to a genius.
The feeling of crushing a genius is really great.
Even geniuses can be crushed, but others can’t be crushed casually?
Within ten days, Fusu also asked Ran Min to supervise the construction of a suitable weapon.
Since the constitution is only 70, the weapons cannot be too heavy.
But the force is 95, the weapon is too light and difficult to be effective.
As for the weapon, the heavier it is, the harder it is for the opponent to hit it.
This is why the weapons of fierce generals are generally very heavy.
Because the weight of the weapon alone would overwhelm the opponent.
If force is exerted on the weapon, the opponent will not be crushed until he vomits blood and has his internal organs broken?
Ten days passed, and the weapon Ran Min was responsible for building was finally completed.
Early in the morning, Ran Min had people move the weapons to the central tent for Fusu to review.
When the silk was lifted, a cold weapon revealed a bright white silver light.
The tip of the spear suddenly showed its sharp edge, with a cold light.
Take a bunch of hair and put it on the blade of the gun.
"call!"
The hair is broken into two pieces.
It's so sharp that it can survive blowing hair!
If it were to stab, chop, or slice the enemy, I'm afraid it wouldn't take much force.
He also asked someone to fetch a shield and ordered Ran Min to hit the spear blade with the shield.
"Bang!"
The shield exploded, but the gun blade didn't curl at all.
Seeing this scene, Fusu was ecstatic.
Tough and strong.
He picked up the spear casually.
There was a cool feeling like ice cubes in the palm of my hand.
Glossy but not slippery.
The body of the gun depicts a flying dragon, with its scales clearly visible.
The cherry blossoms are white as snow, and there is no wind.
The gun is one foot long, but it is very light, probably only weighing more than twenty kilograms.
Made of pure iron, it is one foot two in length but weighs only over twenty kilograms.
What kind of iron material is this that can be so light?
Sharp, strong, light and feels great.
This is the weapon Fusu currently wants.
On the battlefield tomorrow, this weapon will definitely make Fusu even more powerful.
With its blessing, you can kill enemies faster.
If two subordinate generals are killed in one battle, one main general will only gain less than 140,000 glory points?
Too little.
In tomorrow's battle, we will gain at least 200,000 glory points.
"General Ran, does this gun have a name?"
"My lord, this gun is brand new and is waiting for my lord to name it!"
"Okay!" Fu Su said with a spring breeze on his face, proudly, "The cold light of this spear is sharp and the flying dragon is lifelike. Why not call it Cold Dragon?"
"Cold dragon?" Gao Shun gave a thumbs up, "Lord, what a name! When the cold light comes, the gun shoots out like a dragon!"
"Lord, do you agree?"
"It is carefully crafted by General Ran. It must be a high-quality product. I like it very much!" Fusu nodded with satisfaction, "General Gao Shun, call General Meng Tian."
"promise!"
Gao Shun turned and left.
Not long after, Meng Tian came to the camp.
"See you, sir!"
"General Meng! After ten days of rest, the soldiers are almost fully recovered! Shall we proceed with the next step?"
"Sir, may I ask you what your next plan is?" Meng Tian frowned slightly, "I have not received your majesty's order, please make it clear!"
"Northern Expedition! Destroy the Xiongnu first, then massacre the Xiongnu!" Fusu was righteous and high-spirited, scolding Fang Qiu, "General Meng, what do you think?"
"Young Master, the Northern Expedition requires us to leave Yanmen Pass. What should we do if Yanmen Pass is lost while we are leaving?" Meng Tian's mouth twitched, "Please don't take any risks, Master! The final general's task is to guard Yanmen Pass, but the Huns are outside the pass.
Without His Majesty's will, the general will not dare to cause trouble!"
"Well, in that case, let the general stay at Yanmen Pass!" Fusu was not angry either. He turned to look at Ran Min and Gao Shun, "Two generals, act according to the plan!"
"As you command!"
"Yes, my lord!"
Gao Shun and Ran Min answered with their hands raised, then turned and left.
Meng Tian looked confused and asked tentatively: "Master, what... do you want to do?"
"Didn't I say it? Destroy the rogues and then slaughter the Huns!"
Fusu looked back, with a sharp look in his eyes.
"Young Master, please don't act recklessly! If Your Majesty knows that Young Master has mobilized troops without authorization, Young Master will probably be punished!"
"General Meng, Great Qin's ambitions are in all directions, and it never prefers peace!" Fusu walked forward slowly, "Qin Fen destroyed six countries in the sixth generation. As a descendant of Great Qin, how can I be safe? The northern countries often invade,
If I cannot resolve the northern kingdoms, how can I dare to inherit the throne?"
Meng Tian was stunned, his eyes widened.
"General Meng, your duty is to guard Northern Xinjiang. If you don't follow me in the Northern Expedition, I don't blame you. But I hope you won't stop me! If you insist on stopping me, then I will... fall out with you!"
The last two words seem a bit petty.
But Meng Tian was horrified.
Fusu is His Majesty's eldest son, and the most likely son to inherit the throne in the future.
If you fall out with Fusu, wouldn't that mean you have trouble with your own future?
Not only himself, but also the Meng clan.
You must not ruin the future of the Meng clan because of yourself.
Fusu stepped forward, patted Meng Tian on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "General Meng, go down! Just pretend you didn't hear anything."
"promise!"
Meng Tian had no choice but to turn around and leave.
At noon, Fusu asked the three armies to make rice.
After a hearty lunch, Fusu personally led the army out of the city.
The troops led by Fusu were all soldiers he recruited from the system.
The trapped camp and the Hanwu cavalry.
After the canyon battle, nearly half of the trapped camp was lost.
Although the Hanwu cavalry were extremely brave, their number was only 395!
The total of the two armies was less than 3,500.
But Fusu led this small force on the Northern Expedition.
On the walls of Yanmen Pass, countless generals were anxious.
"General, are we really not going?"
"That's Young Master Fusu! Are we really not going to help Young Master? If Young Master has any shortcomings, how should we explain to His Majesty?"
"Our duty is to guard Yanmen Pass. The young master did not listen to dissuasion and insisted on going to Northern Xinjiang. Even if something unexpected happens, it has nothing to do with us! The general understands the righteousness, and I admire the general!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? General, your Majesty is young and prone to being impulsive, but as soldiers of the Qin Dynasty, we have to protect the territory. Your Majesty, your Majesty, is our bounden duty! We can't just sit back and do nothing!"
"Please general, please let me lead five thousand cavalry to help. Even if I die, I will protect the young master and return safely!"
"General, I would like to lead my troops to help the young master. I sincerely ask the general for your permission."
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The generals were all talking, some were asking for help, and some were making sarcastic remarks.