Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 606 Military Theory, Joker

Seeing that the instructor who taught them gun shooting and "gun fighting" had only one arm left, the students were surprised and distrustful even though there was no commotion.

The loss of one hand will definitely affect the use of force weapons.

Arturia also looked at the one-armed instructor who was pacing on the white sand in the distance.

As if sensing something, the one-armed instructor wearing a cowboy hat suddenly raised his head, and a pair of sharp eyes under the brim of the hat shot straight at her.

In an instant, it was as if a dagger had stabbed the girl's skin, causing her dark green pupils to shrink slightly.

Artoria was surprised to be able to feel other people's peeping at him from a long distance, and locked the source.

This not only means that the visitor has keen perception and excellent eyesight, but also represents strength. To be able to perform like this is at least a master-level transcendent.

Moreover, the gray windbreaker, the yellow leather jacket, the wide-brimmed high-topped felt hat, and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, coupled with that somewhat unruly demeanor...

It is almost certain that this is a cowboy from the southern plains!

His unshaven, slightly vicissitudes of face also gave Artoria a vague sense of familiarity.

It seems to have seen it in the newspaper, isn't this...

"Hi everyone, I'm Zolo, from the Pugani Plain in the southern part of the Kingdom, and I will be your firearms instructor from today on."

The one-armed instructor dressed as a cowboy was extremely fast, covering hundreds of meters in a dozen steps, and came from afar.

The windbreaker danced with the wind, his voice was not loud, a little hoarse and deep, but it had a peculiar penetrating power, and it was clearly heard by everyone from far and wide.

The students immediately put away their doubts and did not mention their performance. This person is definitely not an unknown person. One student was surprised:

"My God, it's Zolo the Stranger! The strongest cowboy on the Pugani Plain, the man who stands at the top of the Gunner..."

But just as he said a few more words, he was stared at fiercely by the bearded bishop like a jackal, and he immediately shrank his neck, not daring to say anything more.

When queuing up in the army, you are not allowed to make any noise at will.

The [Gun Fighter] profession, that is, the gunman profession, is a new extraordinary profession that has only been around for less than a hundred years. The career path is not perfect, and there is no fifth-level sanctuary-level gunner on the mainland.

Therefore, "Weird Man" Zolo, the fourth-level [locked gunner], can barely be said to be the apex of the gunner.

Arturia has been staring at Zolo.

Ren had bragged to her about some of his deeds on the plain, so she knew Zolo well.

'He's a real hero and I'm a fake good guy. '──This is Ryan's evaluation of this person.

Zolo has been a hero on the plain for more than 20 years, and is the old enemy of Marcello, the boss of the Skeleton Gang.

However, it is a bit ironic that Marcello, the hero of the generation, did not die in the end due to the hero Zolo's chivalrous means, but died under the conspiracy of Rennes.

It can only be said that the wicked have their own grind.

King Dumao looked at Zolo, the ranger on the plain, and Zolo also stared at the cousin of the "old man" for a while.

"Start the class, start with understanding the original force guns, follow me."

Quickly withdrew his gaze and didn't say anything more. The strange man Zolo briefly introduced himself and then went straight to the point.

"Zolo, I'll leave these rookies to you in the afternoon."

The bearded instructor grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"No problem, Instructor Trump."

Zolo nodded slightly to the bearded chief officer, and led the students into a warehouse near the shooting range.

click~
Inserting the brass key, Zolo pressed his palm against the metal gate.

Only the humming vibration and the sound of mechanical gears were heard, and the milky white diamond-shaped apertures expanded layer by layer, covering the entire pitch-black iron door in the blink of an eye.

Dense circles of white light flickered, and the heavy warehouse door opened with a bang.

The space inside was huge, and many desks, a podium, and a blackboard were cleared out. On the south wall, there were hundreds of Force guns with similar shapes, and there were boxes of bullets in the corner.

"Pick a gun, get a box of demon hunting bullets, and a box of armor-piercing bullets, and sit down."

After giving an order, Zolo stepped onto the podium after the students were seated.

He picked up an "ordinary-grade" force gun, skillfully disassembled the parts of the gun with tools, and showed them to everyone one by one, while explaining:

"The Demon Hunting Pistol 2, the first generation of small-scale mass-produced force guns, its appearance marks that the low-level force guns have broken through the technical bottleneck that cannot be automated...

The appearance of this original force gun changed the pattern of the extraordinary war in the Sixth Epoch Continent, especially the mid-to-low end confrontation, which affected the power balance of many forces.

However, the structure of this gun is not complicated.

The material of the barrel is Luowen steel, the length of the barrel is 32cm, the total weight is about 1.48KG, and it contains low-level force array...

It can be disassembled. When disassembled, it can be divided into four parts: the barrel, the grip, the handguard, and the connecting shaft. Any part can be easily put into the pocket..."

In the warehouse, Zolo talked about the knowledge of the original force firearms without any haste.

Everyone listened carefully, and some even took out notebooks and pens, such as the good student Artoria.

"As we all know, Force guns can be roughly divided into four grades according to craftsmanship and value, ordinary, high-quality goods, masterpieces and famous guns, and each grade is very different."

Zolo explained, and suddenly asked:
"Student No. 68, please answer, what is the most obvious feature, or difference, between 'ordinary-grade' Force weapons and those higher-quality Force weapons?"

There are 68 students in total, and the last one with the student number means the latest admission.

The students looked back subconsciously, and the blond and blue-eyed King of Silence frowned, and immediately stood up.

The girl faintly felt that Zolo was calling her by name on purpose.

This question is actually a bit strange, like asking, what is the difference between a car worth 1000 million yuan, a car worth 200 million yuan, a car worth 50 yuan, and a car worth 10 yuan.

Many students looked surprised or bewildered, and Artoria, who is a top student, didn't grasp the clue for a while.

"Shouldn't it be cheaper?"

Someone muttered something, expressing the aspirations of many people.

"Nonsense, why didn't you say that the power is the weakest!" Someone rolled his eyes and retorted.

"Instructor, is it the lowest level of the Force Array?"

Some students asked tentatively, Zolo just shook his head.

Arturia thought for a moment before replying:

"The most obvious feature is that the 'ordinary' force gun has an additional energy source, which contains force crystals as energy sources, which can drive the force array on the gun.

Therefore, there is no need for users to inject psionic energy (force), and ordinary people can also use 'ordinary-level' force weapons! "

There was no sound in the warehouse.

The students looked at each other, some were stunned, some were puzzled... They were not sure if this was the correct answer.

Zolo didn't nod or shake his head, but instead asked:

"Then, why don't you install an additional energy source for a higher-quality original force gun?"

"Because of the limited volume of firearms, it is difficult for small force crystals to drive higher-level force arrays. Therefore, force firearms above the 'boutique level' need to be driven by the user."

Dumb Mao Wang replied without thinking.

This is like an ordinary battery that can drive a razor, but it is difficult to drive a refrigerator and a TV.

Zolo nodded slightly, and continued to ask:
"Ordinary people can use the lowest-level force guns, what does that mean?"

"It means that ordinary soldiers can intervene in extraordinary warfare, which is impossible in the third and fourth epochs.

At that time, it was mainly fighting with cold weapons, and the original force guns could not be mass-produced.A few high-quality firearms come from alchemists and mechanics, and only extraordinary people can drive and use them, and the value of ordinary soldiers is extremely low..."

As Artoria spoke, the look in her eyes became brighter and brighter.

As the king of a country and the commander in chief of the military, she has a good strategic vision and tactical thinking, and she vaguely understands Zolo's meaning.

This class is not just about firearms knowledge.

Ordinary soldiers with low-level force weapons can completely kill first- and second-level transcendents. If they cooperate well and have enough firearms, it is entirely possible to kill expert-level transcendents.

A smile appeared on Zolo's face:
"Student Kate, please estimate, with the combat power of an ordinary soldier, what kind of firepower is needed to kill a Dark Earl."

"If the terrain and timing are right, about 20 ordinary-level force guns can be killed in one round."

Artoria replied in a calm tone.

Maybe it's because she has returned to the commander-in-chief thinking. Her aura has changed a little at the moment. Her firm look and a hint of sharpness that inadvertently revealed surprised the students.

"Approximately." Zolo asked with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, "What if the terrain and timing are not suitable?"

"If the terrain and timing are not suitable, a hundred ordinary soldiers with force guns may be killed by an earl of darkness."

The girl quickly discovered the weakness of ordinary soldiers, even though they were all armed with force weapons—high attack and low defense!

"Very good, please sit down."

With admiration in Zolo's eyes, King Dumao sat down upon hearing this.

In her mind, she was still thinking about combat methods, the value and limits of ordinary soldiers, superhumans, lineup matching, guerrilla tactics...all kinds of things about war.

And Zolo picked up the chalk and wrote a few lines on the blackboard:
The Sixth Epoch War Theory, the impact of force guns on extraordinary warfare.

1. The steam revolution at the beginning of the sixth century.

2. The emergence and rise of the [gunner] profession.

3. The value of ordinary soldiers and the status of mid- and low-level superhumans are reduced.

4. [Archer] The decline of the profession and the decline of the traditional knight order.

……

Facing everyone's eyes, Zolo stared at everyone and said loudly:
"Students, this is a barracks, not a shooting club, and it's not just about how to use force weapons!"

The students couldn't help looking at each other, some were puzzled, some were eager to try it, and some were disapproving... Everyone had different reactions.

A smile appeared on the corner of Arturia's mouth. The knowledge she had been looking forward to and wanting to learn had finally arrived.

Even if you can't become a saint, the church still needs talents, because the traditional knights will gradually decline, and they need new strength... This is what Renn told her.

.........

The newly born King of Knights is tirelessly absorbing the world's military knowledge and war theory in the Baisha Barracks...waiting for the moment when he will shine in the future.

And Ren is not idle, he is also working hard... well, trying to chat with beautiful women, go shopping, eat, and connect with each other.

But this is not obsession with beauty.

In the past few days, Ryan and Candice have conducted several rounds of negotiations on business issues. As the saying goes, eating, drinking, and playing will seal the deal.

Sometimes the two book a private room in the hotel and chat while eating, sometimes in the private room of the cafe, and sometimes in a quiet place in the park.

The behavior of the two people going around talking about business, bargaining, even quarreling, and continuing to talk after the quarrel is particularly ambiguous in the eyes of outsiders who don't know the inside story.

In short, many citizens have seen that Sir Ackerman "hooked up" with a beautiful Westmark woman.

The two dated every day, and they also "flirt".

Many people are a little confused. Master Ackerman's good condition is to marry a daughter of a prince, even a princess of a small country...

Why was an indigenous woman chosen?
"Has Master Ackerman lost his mind? Refuse to marry the nobles of the kingdom and pursue a foreign woman?"

Some citizens were puzzled, even a little disgusted.

What is a foreign race?It is a nation with special blood, living habits, and cultural concepts that cannot be integrated into the mainstream.

"What's wrong with the foreign race, you don't know how sexy and hot that woman is, she is simply a stunner, with that figure, that face, and those long legs...a man's dream!"

"Indeed, I think Sir Ackerman has a real temper.

That woman's figure, appearance and temperament are all top-notch, and her strength is also very strong... How many noble ladies can compare to this top-notch woman?It's worth dying to be able to sleep for the last time.

Do you think someone can catch up with Princess Sophie, the Valkyrie? "

"Hey, I heard that according to the customs of the Westmark tribe, a church can marry 9 wives at the same time."

"Tsk tsk, I seem to understand something... I have decided to open the door to a new world, and I will be a son-in-law of a different race in the future!"

Ren was already a celebrity in the Faroland Kingdom at this time, and there were quite a few people who could recognize his handsome face.

Without hiding their whereabouts, his and Candice's high-profile "show affection" behavior these days has aroused discussions among the citizens and some extraordinary people in the city.

Candice didn't think there was anything wrong. She had visited many nobles before, and it was not a secret that the people from the tribe had been relocated.

There is no need to hide when talking about business.

Besides, her father intended to marry her to someone who could help the ethnic group, and Ren fully met her criteria for choosing a mate—younger than her and able to defeat her.

If Ryan is willing to accept her, Candice will not refuse.

The undercurrent was raging, but it was obviously not just Ren who was acting.

"Excuse me, is this Sir Ackerman's house?"

A plain-looking man in a postman's uniform rode a bicycle to the outside of the villa on Crescent Moon Street.

"Yes."

Before he could get close, several guards with original force guns stopped him.

"Hello, this is a letter to Sir Ackerman."

The plain-looking postman smiled. He skillfully found a black envelope from the iron basket of the bicycle and handed it to the leader, the cowboy Garcia.

The cowboy checked the letter and found nothing unusual.

The postman got on his bicycle and disappeared at the end of the street.

He kept busy, delivered all the letters, and went home.

The lights in the house were on, silent and lifeless. His wife and children were lying in the bedroom, lifeless.

Looking at the corpses of his wife and children, the "husband" shed tears, his face blurred for a while, and he became another person, wearing another oil-painted mask.

"Joker, you have to learn to laugh and cry, play anyone."

He is "Han Feng", a psychopathic killer with schizophrenia.

(End of this chapter)