Chapter 615: Gun Fighting Technique

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After studying it for a long time, I tried firing two rounds.

Emperor Jing began to stand there in a daze, his expression changing uncertainly.

Although he is standing at the top of the world, his knowledge is unparalleled, but when he saw this novel and convenient weapon today, his heart inevitably surged.

After thinking about it, I felt a little puzzled, so I started to pick out the parts on the gun, trying to find out.

Zhang Biao ate the beef jerky and reminded him: "Your Majesty, if you pick it apart, it will spoil."

After hearing this, Emperor Jing silently put down his gun and sighed: "With this magical weapon in the world, is it necessary for future generations to train soldiers and martial arts? Wouldn't everything I have learned in my life be wasted here?"

Although he was happy about this new weapon.

But the moment he saw the muskets, he realized that many of the old tactics were completely ineffective.

I can't help but feel a sense of loss in my heart, of being abandoned by the times.

Zhang Biao muttered: "Master said that practicing martial arts is for bodybuilding. Building a body of muscles can attract women, and if you continue to practice, you can also attract men."

Emperor Jing laughed dumbly: "Then why haven't I seen him practice?"

"The master also said that any rich dog can suck it, but he seems to have been stimulated since he came back from this trip, and he is also working out."

Emperor Jing curled his lips secretly: "I didn't expect that you, tall and thick, would actually love beauty."

Zhang Biao said honestly: "Not really, at first it was to protect the master. Later, I practiced for a long time, and I feel uncomfortable all over without practicing for a day."

"Although firearms are convenient, they are too difficult to use. I still haven't mastered the gun fighting skills that the master mentioned."

"Gun fighting skills?"

"The moment the projectile comes out of the barrel, the wrist shakes very quickly. This shaking gives the projectile a horizontal acceleration and forms an arc."

Horizontal acceleration? what?

Emperor Jing was a little confused and said: "You mean you can make turns by practicing the projectiles fired from this gun, right?"

"That's what I mean." Zhang Biao looked a little regretful, "But I feel like I can't practice it, and the master said that he has seen it before."

Emperor Jing frowned deeply and silently picked up his bow and arrow.

He pulled back the bow string and fired an arrow. The arrow flew along an arc and hit the tree trunk not far away.

Zhang Biao instantly became energetic: "This is the good archery skill! Did you expect that arrows can shoot like this?"

Emperor Jing could not help but feel proud: "If you are familiar with your skills, load the bullets for me, and I will also try my gun fighting skills!"

.....

Fang Zhengyi had already killed all the remaining deer.

After waiting for a long time, Zhang Biao did not come back.

When he thought that there were many wolves in the hunting garden, Fang Zhengyi became a little anxious and said, "Your Highness, follow me back to find Zhang Biao."

Li Yuanzhao looked at the deer that was still struggling on the ground and went up to take another shot.

Some of them said with unfinished thoughts: "Let's go."

Returning along the original path, it didn't take long before a burst of gunshots was heard.

Fang Zheng accelerated his horse and continued to move forward. Just when he was about to pass through the woods, his eyes suddenly moved, he jumped off the horse and squatted down.

Li Yuanzhao followed and squatted behind him.

Several shocked eyes looked through the grass and trees at the magical scene in front of them.

In the open space, Zhang Biao and Jingdi stood there and kept shooting.

He also yelled loudly while shooting, as if the roar would increase the power.

What's even more amazing is that every time the two of them fire a gun, their arms swing round... as if they were spinning tops.

"The two of them actually met. Lao Fang, you can't sell this." Li Yuanzhao covered his mouth and snickered: "But what are they doing? How can the gun be used like this? Father is not afraid of ducking."

Fang Zhengyi said seriously: "I don't know, your Majesty has always been wise. There must be a deep meaning in fighting like this. I guess it is to keep fit while killing the enemy."

"Damn, he can't hear. How can you make up such nonsense? Hurry up and take a look."

After Li Yuanzhao finished speaking, he pushed aside the bushes and walked out, saying loudly: "Father, what are you doing?"

As soon as Fang Zheng followed closely, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the wolf carcass on the ground. He was shocked and immediately shouted: "My rescue is late! Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

"Hey? Lao Fang, what are you talking about?" Li Yuanzhao said in confusion.

Emperor Jing stared at Li Yuanzhao with an unkind expression and said, "Fang Qing, I'm fine. Thanks to Zhang Biao for saving me."

"Ah?" Li Yuanzhao was still confused.

Emperor Jing was too lazy to look at him and continued: "I have already seen the musket. It is really amazing! Fang Qing, you have done a great service for me again."

Fang Zhengyi said modestly: "This is nothing. Isn't it what I should do for Your Majesty? I wonder what your Majesty was doing with Zhang Biao just now?"

"I'm practicing the art of gun fighting." Emperor Jing said with a look of regret, "The art of gun fighting is really profound. I fired dozens of shots but couldn't get it right. What kind of expert can shoot a round projectile?"

"Huh? I'm just talking. Who said you can turn a corner after firing a musket?"

"Sir, you told me that a rapid shaking of the wrist can..." Zhang Biao said blankly.

Do you believe what I say? It’s okay to be stupid alone, and bring the emperor with you!

Fang Zheng yelled: "Are you a pig! Do you believe I'm joking?"

Emperor Jing's face turned dark and he gave him a fierce look.

Fang Zhengyi quickly put on a straight face and changed the subject: "Your Majesty, how about... let's go back and rest first. There isn't much time left. In addition to the muskets, I have other things to show to Your Majesty."

Emperor Jing said in surprise: "There are more? To be honest, today really opened my eyes. I have waited so many years in vain! I want to see what other treasures there are."

...

Near the camp, a group of veterans were sitting by the stream chatting.

Many people held a handful of something in their hands.

"Mr. Zheng, do you have the Earth Comet Yan Le'an? I'll trade it with you for the Balance Star."

"I have the balance star, I won't change it."

"Who has Tian Kuixing Meng Weimin? My grandson pesters me every day."

"No, I've never heard of Tiankuixing coming out on the market. You can't even get one thousand taels for it."

"Mr. Li, are you still saving your cards?"

Li Yansong's old face twitched and he said impatiently: "Whoever wants to save money, the younger members of the family are begging for it. This is my child's request...what can I do?"

"Yes, but the story behind this is really well written, and the paintings are also superb! Not to mention the children, I even want to collect a set." Someone agreed.

Zhang Dongxiang fiddled with a few cards in his hand and quietly approached Li Yansong: "Mr. Li, why don't you go to Fang Zhengyi and ask for a few?"

"Go! Go! Go!!"

"Oh, Mr. Li, we all know that you have nothing to do with him, but if that guy doesn't deny it, it means it's true! We have been working together for so many years, and you can help me get a few. If you don't want it in vain, I will give you the money!"

Li Yansong's eyebrows and beard twitched together: "Whether you are done or not, who wants to be related to him?"

"Has Tian Kuixing come out? I don't think this card exists at all. It's all just a means!"

"Hey, Mr. Li's words make sense. We also guessed that he didn't give out the money at all! But it doesn't make sense when we think about it again. Why can't he hold back one thousand taels?" someone asked doubtfully.

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