Chapter 6: Middle East plays big guns ()

Listening to the applause in the audience, Little Mamluk's green eyes were still as cold as ice and his expression was as ice as iron. Only when his upper lips were slightly raised would probably mean his dissatisfaction.

His expression naturally could not escape Shu Yuer, who had a pair of keen eyes, and she quietly glanced up her red lips.

He was extremely disdainful of Zhao Wuji's approach. Although Mamluk's performance was not good, he could understand with just a little effort that Zhao Xu had just won the water.

The situation on the field was obvious. Today's literary investigation was successfully passed. If the competition won again, wouldn't it be a big shot?

Zhao Wuji naturally would not give him this opportunity no matter what. Therefore, although Zhao Fubo memorized the book, he was afraid he would suffer in the martial arts competition.

His eyes were staring at Zhao Fubo, and his wonderful eyes were involuntarily showing an anxious look.

All of these were seen by Zhao Fubo, looking at her eyes, and feeling her concern for herself. Zhao Fubo, who had the first to be successful, felt that he just wanted to win so that he could give Shu Yuer more face.

"It's fine, but I can't lose Xiaoyu'er's face today, right? Let you see my marksman!"

After reaching out and picking up the Yatkan and shield thrown by his brother Zhao Xu from the ground, he sent the short knife and shield back to the weapon rack in everyone's surprise eyes. He even carefully wiped the short knife with a cloth, and then put a scabbard on it.

Then he threw the heavy vest with cowhide and iron armor aside. Finally, when Zhao Fubo picked up his weapon, the people present couldn't help but be surprised.

Because he was not holding a hard iron gun that everyone had been used to. On the contrary, he picked up the weapon rack and the big gun that had been sealed for many years.

This is a large gun with a dark red long pole, which is said to be a weapon brought by the Zhao family from the Central Plains. Unfortunately, the Zhao family here has long been accustomed to the hard iron gun used by Mamluk, and in Huangsha City, there has been no human knowledge of the use of the Neijia gun of the Song Dynasty.

Looking at the weapons Zhao Fubo selected, only Wei Zhen showed a deep pride in his eyes. Zhao Fubo's gun technique was just his own family's "Wei Family Gun Technique".

Speaking of marksmanship, naturally his marksmanship is far less famous than the Yang family's marksmanship, or the Yue family's marksmanship.

However, it is not clear whether there are still people in the Yang family who have passed down the world. As for the Yue family's guns, in addition to the Yue family's collection, the Song Dynasty palace has long lost traces along with the "Wu Mu Cun Zhilu".

I don’t know which family of Wei’s gun technique was passed down from, and Wei Zhen’s parents were completely unaware of it. He had also practiced this gun technique roughly, but unfortunately he was brave and his qualifications were too bad. In addition, his father died so long that no one could guide him, and he was unable to become famous.

However, his strong physique allowed him to learn the ability of Mamluk cavalry to fight, which was also considered to be some of his skills. Seeing that Zhao Fubo raised the big gun, which was exactly the starting style of the Wei family's gun technique, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"It seems that Erlang is indeed a martial arts material. If he gives him the marksmanship, he will be able to achieve his skills in the future!"

Little Mamluk, who was not very convinced by the Zhao brothers, saw Zhao Fubo choose a spear that looked a bit weird, and his raised mouth couldn't help but become even more arrogant.

Everyone understands the principle that "one inch long and one inch long and one inch short and one inch dangerous" is the principle that in the era of cold weapons, both the east and the west are suitable.

One of the Zhao brothers was let go of water by themselves, while the other simply used this long weapon to deal with his long sword, which inevitably made him look down on the Zhao brothers a little.

The long sword in his hand was ready to attack, and his green eyes stared at the big gun in Zhao Fubo's hand. This time, no one asked him to show mercy. The long sword in his hand would naturally use it with all his strength. It would be better to knock the other party's long gun off with one knife so that they could also know how powerful they were.

In the past, the Zhao brothers' kung fu was tried by their family in the future. Of course, they were not clear about the little Mamluk, like him. As for the power of the Central Plains shooter, they naturally didn't know even more.

I saw the guy who was a little shorter than me on the other side, but the big gun in both hands seemed to be alive. The head of the black gun was shaking, and the blade flashed in the sunshine of the desert. The red tassels posed a big gun flower along with the spearhead.

"Huh...Is he not strong enough?"

The shaking of the spear head seemed to be due to the weight of the big gun, and it seemed to be because of the lack of strength of the other party. Little Mamluk was a little confused. However, after just a moment of doubt, he couldn't help but be surprised.

He saw that the other party's spear was not unable to control or had no correct head when it swayed. On the contrary, when the spear head was shaken, Mamluk was surprised to find that his sword didn't know which direction to placate.

"Go to him..."

Since the age of 6, Mamluk has been receiving good combat training continuously. Naturally, he understands that the only way to deal with such long weapons is to fight with each other in close combat.

He waved the long sword in his hand and knocked the head of the gun with the blade that kept shaking. He was not sure that he could use the front of the long sword to knock the gun to the side, freeing up his way to attack.

The most annoying thing is the constant shaking gun tip, where will it stab or will it suddenly come across to itself?

He didn't understand, but felt that the barrel of this big gun was a bit too soft compared to the hard-pole spear used by the Mamluks.

Zhao Fubo shook his big gun with both hands, feeling the strength of the spear in his hand, and immediately felt a sense of ecstasy in his heart.

"This is the gun I want!"

According to the gun technique mentioned in that book, feeling the movement of the power on the gun is called "listening to the strength". Although the big gun in his hand is harder and heavier than the thick white wax pole he trained. However, Zhao Fubo could feel that the strength in this gun was "live".

He was even sure that if this big gun could be in his hands, the power of the "Wei Family Gunship" would be easier to be exerted. Joy made him almost ignore everything around him, and the only thing he felt in his heart was the "power" of this big gun.

During the competition, a small loss of mind may lose the opportunity. Almost as Zhao Fubo was ecstatic to feel the "power" of this big gun, Xiao Mamluk quietly rubbed his body without a sound according to the rules of fighting on the battlefield.

"when……"

With a light sound, the head of the big gun was knocked to the side. Then the stout figure of Mamluk was as fast as an antelope.

After he stepped forward, the long sword in his hand brought a sword wind and rushed towards Zhao Fubo, who was still feeling the flexibility of the big gun.

"ah……"

It can be said that Zhao Fubo was attacked by surprise, and his momentary joy brought negligence, which immediately put him in a dangerous situation.

When the other party avoided his gun and entered the circle, the long sword, with the sound of "whimpering" breaking wind, was like a very poisonous snake, heading straight for his gun-holding hand along the dark red smooth gun rod of the spear.

Zhao Fubo was startled by Mamluk's attack, which was completely different from the opponent's skills he had just observed.

He knew that Mamluk let his brother go, but he didn't expect that he could let so much. When the other party broke out with all his strength, his speed was so fast and his figure was so flexible.

Although I was surprised, I had already "heard" the strength of this spear and had already practiced some experience in my heart.

The long spear shook in his hand and immediately swung to one side. The long spear rod appeared in a curve with the force of the kowtow of Mamluk's long sword. Then the big spear head made a "whimper" and swung backwards at a faster speed, heading straight to the side of Mamluk.

"how so……"

Listening to the "woof" sound of the spear, like a tiger roar in the mountains, Little Mamluk was surprised, and he was so surprised that he couldn't believe everything he saw.

The gun rod of the big gun was like a city wall, making a sound of wind that was coming quickly towards his cheek. What he didn't understand the most was how could this long gun with soft rod have such an explosion.

He has been training on the training ground all year round and knows that he doesn't have time to think about it. He immediately held the long knife in his hands and raised it over his head. The blade tilted to one side of his body to make a slid upward position.

This is the best way to deal with this kind of attack similar to a stick. The force will decompose the force along the movement of the tilted long knife, so that you do not have to withstand all the opponent's attacks.

"when"

Another dull impact, Mamluk jumped to the side, and the powerful force made his muscular arms numb, and he needed some time to readjust his actions.

However, he did not understand that such a little time was enough for Zhao Fubo to launch another attack for China's marksmanship.

With the opponent's strength, he flew towards the big gun that was slanted upward, and with Zhao Fubo's control, he drew half a perfect arc in the air. Then the big gun ran towards the face of Mamluk again with a "whimper" sound.

As a last resort, Mamluk had to hold the knife in both hands and knock the spear out.

But what he couldn't accept was that the spear that was knocked out turned a circle again, swaying with the uncertain tip of the spear, running towards him with greater strength.

The more Wei Zhen looked at it, the more confused he became. He had practiced the "Wei Family Gunsmanship", but he had never felt this way.

The dark red spear was like a living dragon, flying continuously with the opponent's strength. Although the tips of the guns flashing with cold stars did not cover the opponent's vital points, the heavy mountains, like mountains, continued to press towards the little Mamluk.

"Erlang is really a talent for martial arts practice, but it's a pity that he values ​​martial arts and neglects literature. But where can I find a good teacher and friend to help him, and become a great hero who is both civil and military like King Wu Mu!"

While he was thinking, Xiao Mamluk had no ability to attack completely under the continuous attack of the large gun in Zhao Fubo's hand.

He could only wave the increasingly weak sword to make the final resistance.

But what is incomprehensible is why he, whose tricks are already scattered, did not surrender?
Chapter completed!