Chapter 26: 26 competition
Chapter 26 26 Competition
But the revolver is different. The reason why it is called a revolver is because the cylinder of this revolver can be separated from the gun body to the left, moving the cylinder to a position that is easier to load, thereby allowing rapid Reloading is possible!
Coupled with the blessing of metal fixed-loading ammunition, the shooting speed of the new revolver can completely crush all previous weapons and equipment, becoming the new king!
It can be said that since Tang Mo developed the paper-cased fixed-loading ammunition, an old musket era has begun to decline, and a new systematic concept of individual weapon development has gradually emerged.
From this time on, gun research and development included the development of ammunition, as well as the improvement of the gun itself. In fact, they began to separate into two paths. Only by moving forward on both paths could it be possible to design the perfect weapon and gain an advantage in war.
It was also from this time on that the manufacturing of individual weapons included the disciplines of chemistry, materials science, metallurgy, physics, ergonomics... and even aesthetic appearance optimization.
It started to become easier to arm a soldier, but it became difficult to make the equipment to arm the soldier. Arms dealers are becoming more and more important, so important that they can even kidnap a country.
Tang Mo is indeed manufacturing his new "individual self-defense weapon system", which is the world's first true revolver!
A pistol that can be loaded quickly with a loader and is more powerful than all previous weapons! He can fire continuously unexpectedly, and when the enemy thinks he has run out of ammunition, he can quickly complete repeated reloading in a few seconds, and once again use heavy rain of firepower to let the opponent know what despair is!
Although similar things can be done with two pistols, carrying two pistols is very inconvenient in many situations.
Furthermore, if Tang Mo needs strong firepower, he can design a submachine gun for himself later, right?
Because Tang Mo had already thought about making himself a hand-made revolver with metal fixed ammunition, so he sold his first-generation revolver as a commodity with such an indifferent attitude.
Obviously, at this moment, after seeing the power of the revolver, Tiger had no idea that Tang Mo had a more advanced weapon in his hand, so he really felt that the pistol in front of him was the best in the world. Pistol!
Tiger was very satisfied with Tang Mo’s attitude towards selling weapons, but he was still curious about the revolver—he really wanted to take a closer look at this pistol to see what excellent weapons he might equip in the future.
"By the way, Weiss!" Tang Mo smiled and looked at Weiss, who was standing aside, pretending to be sophisticated, and said with a smile: "Remember? I said I wanted to give you a revolver?"
"Of course!" Weiss's eyes suddenly lit up. He had been coveting this pistol for even longer. Today, when he suddenly heard Tang Mo mention the old story again, he naturally became excited immediately.
"I think Chief Tiger also likes this pistol very much..." Tang Mo said to Weiss with a smile: "How about it? Are you interested in taking it as a bet and playing a game?"
“What game?” Tiger suddenly became energetic and looked at Tang Mo and asked excitedly. He really wanted this pistol, really, really wanted it!
Looking at the smile on Tang Mo's face, Weiss knew that things were not that simple. At this moment, he could only smile bitterly: "I guess it's definitely not a good thing."
“I actually want to see how powerful Weis is as a guard...” Sure enough, Tang Mo looked at the two of them and then said to Weis.
"I knew it." Weiss looked at Tiger and looked him up and down: "It seems that you want Tiger to be my opponent?"
“No problem!” Tiger was eager to give it a try. He had even begun to imagine that after he knocked down Wes, he would touch the pistol with that hand first.
"Alas..." Seeing Tiger's look, Weiss knew that today's competition would definitely be impossible to pass up. In fact, he was unwilling to just give up the pistol that had given him a huge shock.
"Do I need to prepare a wooden sword?" Looking at the two people who had slightly distanced themselves from each other, Tang Mo asked without thinking it was a big deal.
“No need!” Weiss glanced at Tiger and said, “It’s just for fun anyway, so just be careful.”
He has coveted that revolver for a long time, and today Tang Mo is finally willing to take it out. He is definitely not willing to let this opportunity go.
Furthermore, in his subconscious mind, he did not think that Tiger could beat him in a duel. So he wanted to show Tang Mo his superb swordsmanship.
After spending so many days together, he felt more and more that he had made the right decision by coming to Tang Mo. Now that he feels more and more that Tang Mo is a good choice to be loyal to, it becomes more necessary for him to show off his abilities in order to find a good position.
“Then come on!” Tiger was not to be outdone. He also wanted to get the ultimate prize now and study the revolver carefully.
He is equally confident. As a confidant of Lord Fisherlot, his swordsmanship is also very powerful. It is not the fancy kind of power, but the real fierceness that comes from fighting on the battlefield.
The two people just distanced themselves. Silence spread on the shooting range. No one called out to start. The two people started moving almost at the same time.
“Qiang!” Weiss’s long sword was unsheathed, like a dragon roaring. He stretched his long arm forward, and the long sword that had seen blood went straight to Tiger’s face.
Tiger had been on guard against Weiss. Seeing him draw out his long sword, he also drew his sword to block. The swords of both sides collided together, making a harsh sound of gold and iron.
Neither of the two men retreated, but each released their strength, withdrew their swords again and began to launch fierce attacks on each other.
Both sides drew their swords very fast, and sparks flew up in front of them just as soon as they faced each other. The two long swords collided together again, and the crisp sound was terrifying.
Wes took a step back and distanced himself, but that didn't mean he was timid. On the contrary, this was his prelude to distance himself and prepare to pounce on his opponent again. This was a habit he had developed over the years of fighting with others. As the saying goes, retract your fist before you can punch it out again. Years of fighting experience have taught him how to make better use of his own advantages.
His sword pointed at Tiger, and then suddenly lunged forward, the sword thrust out with the sound of howling wind.
Tiger blocked with his sword and once again knocked away Weiss's sword edge, but just when he was about to adjust his posture, Weiss kicked him in the abdomen.
The two people collided with each other. Tiger was an officer, and his fighting experience came from fighting in battle, so there were not many wild paths.
Caught off guard, he was kicked hard in the stomach by Weiss's foot. However, relying on his strong body, he just turned sideways to let Weiss pass, and then shook a little, but did not fall to the ground.
Just when Wes thought he had a chance to win, Tiger got out of the way of Wes who had kicked him, and then used his elbow to hit Wes in the back who was about to pass him by. superior.
Wes groaned, obviously being hit hard by Tiger. However, he endured the pain and turned around quickly, keeping alert and staring at Tiger, who was holding his stomach.
Tiger clutched his stomach, staggered and faced Wes with his long sword. He originally wanted to pursue the victory and give Wes a hard blow, but he never expected that the opponent would be so alert after being hammered.
"Huh...huh..." Weiss breathed heavily, adjusting his breathing. There was a burning pain in his back, which seriously affected his breathing.
It is very necessary to maintain the familiar breath during the battle. Once the breath is disrupted, it is equivalent to disrupting one's own rhythm, which is the beginning of defeat.
Wes knew this deeply, so he was in no rush to attack, even though he knew that his opponent was recovering at this moment.
Tiger was also gasping for air because his stomach also hurt terribly. The footprints of Wes's kick just now were still on his uniform, which made him a little angry.
He knew that Weiss was a long-famous Northridge Ranger, but he really didn't expect that Weiss would be so powerful.
In his opinion, the so-called mercenaries are just some hooligans and cannot be compared with the regular army at all.
But the current ranger named Weiss has indeed taught him a profound lesson! The opponent's skills are agile, his tactics are ruthless, and his attack angle is tricky, making it difficult for anyone to guard against him.
At this time, he has put aside the matter of the competition, and all he can think about is a good contest with the opponent. As the saying goes, when you meet an opponent in chess, you will meet a good talent.
Wes had the same idea—to **** with that **** revolver! He thought bitterly in his heart: "I want to teach this guy named Tiger a lesson!"
“Ha!” Tiger took the lead, raised his sword and rushed towards Weiss.
“Drink!” Weiss, not to be outdone, shouted and charged forward with his sword.
The two swords collided together again, and before the sparks were scattered, they each drew their swords and swung at each other.
Roger on the side was terrified. It was the first time for him to see a master of this level fighting with such ferocity.
Tang Mo enjoyed watching it, for fear of missing a detail, he watched the two people on the school field once again entangled themselves, and they were inextricably killed.
Finally, Wes saw an opportunity and punched Tiger in the face, hitting him right in the nose.
Tiger was in pain and took three or four steps back. He covered his nose with his hand and stared at Wes with a frown.
His hand holding the hilt of the long sword tightened subconsciously, and his eyes unknowingly carried a murderous intent. The pain from his nose reminded him of the war and his instinct to kill.
(End of this chapter)