Alien Arms Empire

Chapter 26
However, the revolver is not the same. The reason why it is called a revolver is because the bullet nest of this revolver can be separated from the gun body to the left, and the bullet nest can be transferred to a position that is easier to load, so that it can be quickly loaded. Loading is possible!
Including the blessing of metal fixed ammunition, the shooting speed of the brand new revolver can completely crush all the previous weapons and equipment, becoming the new king!
It can be said that since Tang Mo came up with the cardboard fixed-load ammunition, an old musket era has begun to decline, and a brand-new and systematic individual weapon development concept has gradually emerged.

From this time on, the research and development of firearms included the development of ammunition, as well as the improvement of the firearm itself.In fact, they began to diverge into two paths, and only when the two paths go hand in hand can it be possible to design the perfect weapon and then gain an advantage in war.

It was also from this time that the manufacture of individual weapons included chemistry, materials science, metallurgy, physics, ergonomics... and even aesthetic appearance optimization and other disciplines.

Arming a soldier began to be easy, but making the equipment for arming a soldier began to be difficult.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 real revolver!
A fast-loading pistol with a loader that's tougher than anything before it!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 the firepower of a torrential rain to let the opponent know what despair is!
While a similar thing can be done with two pistols, carrying two pistols is very inconvenient in many situations.

Moreover, if Tang Mo needs strong firepower, he can design a submachine gun for himself later, can't he?
Because Tang Mo had already made up his mind and planned to hand-build a metal fixed-load revolver for himself, so he sold his first-generation revolver as a commodity with such an indifferent attitude.

Obviously, at this moment, after seeing the strength of the revolver, Tiger never imagined 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 up!
Tiger was very satisfied with Tang Mo's attitude towards selling weapons, but he was still full of curiosity about the revolver - he really wanted to take a closer look at this pistol and see what excellent weapons he might equip in the future.

"By the way, Wes!" Tang Mo smiled and looked at Wes, who was standing aside, pretending to be profound, and said with a smile, "Remember? I said I would give you a revolver?"

"Of course!" Weiss' eyes lit up all of a sudden. He had been coveting this pistol for a long time, and today he suddenly heard Tang Mo's old story brought up again, so 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 playing a game with one as a bet?"

"What game?" Tiger regained his energy all of a sudden, looked at Tang Mo and asked excitedly.He really wanted this pistol, very, very much!
Looking at the smile on Tang Mo's face, Weiss knew that things were not that simple, so he could only smile wryly at this moment: "I guess it's definitely not a good thing."

"I really want to see how powerful you are as a guard, Wes..." Sure enough, Tang Mo looked at the two of them, and then said to Wes.

"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 try, and he even started to fantasize that after he knocked down Wes, he would touch the pistol with that hand first.

"Hey..." Seeing Tiger's appearance, Weiss knew that today's competition must not be rejected.In fact, he was not willing either, so he just handed over the pistol that had shocked him so much.

"Do you need to prepare a wooden sword?" Looking at the two people who had slightly distanced from each other, Tang Mo asked without hesitation.

"No need!" Weiss glanced at Tiger and said, "It's just for fun anyway, just be careful."

He has been coveting that revolver for a long time, and today Tang Mo is finally willing to take it out, he is definitely not willing to let go of this opportunity.

Moreover, in his subconscious mind, he didn't think that Tiger could beat himself in heads-up.So he wanted to show Tang Mo his superb swordsmanship.

After spending so many days together, he felt more and more that coming to Tang Mo's place was a correct decision.Now that he felt more and more that Tang Mo was a good choice to be loyal to, the more he had to show his abilities to seek a good position.

"Then come on!" Tiger was not to be outdone, he also really wanted to get the ultimate prize now and study the revolver carefully.

He is also full of confidence. As the confidant of Lord Earl Fischero, his swordsmanship is also very powerful, not the kind of fancy power, but the real fierceness of fighting on the battlefield.

The distance between the two opened up like this, silence spread on the shooting range, and no one shouted to start, the two of them moved almost at the same time.

"Clang!" Weiss' long sword came out of its sheath, as if there was a dragon's cry. He stretched his long arm forward, and the long sword that had seen blood went straight to Tiger's face.

Tiger has been on guard against Wes. Seeing him draw out his long sword, he also drew out his sword to block. The swords of both sides collided together, making a piercing sound of gold and iron.

Neither of these two people retreated, but each unloaded their strength, drew back their long swords and began to attack each other violently.

The swords of both sides were very fast, and sparks splashed in front of them just by meeting them.The two long swords collided again, and the crisp sound made people's hair stand on end.

Wes took a step back and distanced himself, but that didn't mean he was timid.On the contrary, this is the prelude for him to distance himself and prepare to pounce on his opponent again. This is a habit he has developed in fighting people over the years.

As the saying goes, retract your fist so that you can punch it out again.Years of experience in fighting with knife and blood let him know how to make better use of his own advantages.

His long sword was pointed at Tiger, and then he rushed forward suddenly, and the long sword pierced out with the sound of howling wind.

Tiger blocked with his horizontal sword and knocked Wes' sword away again, but just as he was about to adjust his posture, Wes kicked him in the lower abdomen.

The two collided together like this. Tiger was an officer, and his fighting experience came from the battlefield, so he didn't have many wild ways.

Caught off guard, his stomach was kicked hard by Wes's foot.However, relying on his strong physique, he just turned sideways to pass Wes, then shook, but did not fall to the ground.

Just when Wes thought he had the chance to win, Tiger moved away from Wes who kicked him, and then used his elbow to hit the back of Wes who was about to pass by him superior.

Wes snorted, obviously being hit hard by Tiger.However, enduring the pain, he quickly turned around, remained vigilant, and stared at Tiger, who was clutching his stomach.

Tiger clutched his stomach, staggered and faced Wes with his long sword in his hand. He wanted to take advantage of the victory and give Wes a ruthless blow, but he didn't expect the opponent to be so alert after being hammered.

"Huh...huh..." Wes panted 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 messed up, it is equivalent to messing up one's own rhythm, which is the beginning of defeat.

Weiss knows this deeply, so he is not in a hurry to attack, even if he knows that his opponent is recovering at this moment.

Tiger was also gasping for breath because his stomach hurt like hell.The footprints of Weiss's foot just now were still on his military uniform, which made him a little annoyed.

He knew that Wes was a Northridge ranger who had been famous for a long time, but he really didn't expect that Wes would be so powerful.

In his opinion, the so-called ranger mercenaries are just some hooligans, and they 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 agility, ruthless tactics, and tricky attack angles made it impossible to guard against.

At this time, he had already put aside the matter of the competition, and all he could think about was to have a good fight with the opponent, as the saying goes, if you meet an opponent, you will meet a good talent.

Wes thought the same thing - to hell with that damn revolver!He thought bitterly in his heart: "I want to teach this guy named Tiger a lesson!"

"Ha!" Tiger took the lead, raised his long sword and rushed towards Wes.

"Drink!" Weiss, not to be outdone, yelled and greeted him with his sword.

The long swords of the two collided again, and before the sparks scattered, the two of them drew their swords and swung at each other.

Roger on the side was terrified, it was the first time he saw such a fierce fight by a master of this level.

Tang Mo enjoyed watching, afraid of missing a detail, seeing the two people on the school grounds entangled once again, making it hard to separate.

Finally, Wes saw an opportunity and punched Tiger in the face, hitting him right on the nose.

Under the pain, Tiger stepped back three or four steps in a row, covered his nose with his hands, and stared at Wes with a frown.

He subconsciously tightened his grip on the hilt of the long sword, and unconsciously there was a killing intent in his eyes.The pain from his nose reminded him of the war and his instinct to kill.

(End of this chapter)