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Chapter 277
"Commander Hu Biao, please pay attention, a new system mission is about to start, and you will be sent to the relevant mission world in 60 seconds.

Now please get ready to be teleported, the countdown starts at 60, 59, 58~”

In the sound of such a reminder, Hu Biao immediately gave a big shock.

He put down the tablet computer in his hand, and stopped remembering the historical figures, events, time, place, details, etc. that filled his head.

He quickly carried an oversized canvas mountaineering bag on his back, and picked up a somewhat special long gun at hand.

Speaking of the special spear, it was the main battle weapon that Hu Biao brought over this time, and its shape was slightly different from before.

Specifically, it is a gun barrel made of hardwood, not only in the front third of the length, but with several layers of thin steel skins.

At the bottom of the entire gun head, there is a simple iron branch.

The reason why a piece of steel skin is used to wrap it is mainly to increase the strength of the gun barrel a little, so that it will not be broken by someone cutting it in battle.

The addition of an iron branch with a horizontal fork is mainly to control each shot from penetrating into the target so that it does not go too deep.

But in the two rooms, there was no one but him.

Because they know that with the flow rate of the mission world, they will also be teleported there after a very short time, but they have to hurry up...

Presumably, if you learn a little bit, it will benefit you a lot.

After all, Hu Biao would go all out in pursuit of speed, armor penetration, lethality, etc. in the process of stabbing each spear, and he might have to use too much force.

You must know that the Western Army was the most powerful army in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Even if he closed his eyes in time, the short-term blindness had not completely recovered.

And if Hu Biao and the others are really in the Western Army, it doesn't matter if they start at a lower position; as long as they throw a lot of money out to befriend the superiors, eat, drink and drink with the robes, they will be able to rise to the top soon.

In the process of his start and development, his subordinates absorbed a considerable part of the elite troops of the Western Army, which definitely played a key role.

The marksmanship in the hands of traditional martial artists, after so many years, only looks good when dancing.

The fighting power of these scumbags is naturally very rubbish, but the relationship between these people in Bianliang is complicated, and they belong to the existence of local snakes.

To know!Yue Fei and Grandpa Yue are known for being good at using big guns. I don't know if we can meet them in this mission and let him give some pointers.

The house is about ten square meters in size, and there is a similar house next door, and there is a small door connecting the two.

Instead, straw was piled all over the ground, and at every little distance, some dirty-looking robes, hats, and weapons were placed.

But among them, there is no such thing as a 5-jin bag of black powder and explosives.

In fact, such a long spear is not a rare thing, it has been used badly in Daqing, they call this thing a tiger gun.

There are not even tiles on the top of the head, just some covered with thatch; now that the sun is penetrating in many places, I am afraid that it will leak everywhere when it rains.

Hu Biao actually thought about the key reason why he switched to a tiger gun.

Even though there was a thousand years of separation between the two, when Hu Biao and others lived in the barracks, the taste they felt was exactly the same as here.

Among them, those about actual combat may have gradually disappeared in the long river of history long after the popularization of gunpowder weapons.

In short, in the countdown that was dwindling in his ears, Hu Biao faced a group of teammates who were looking at him, and then he grinned and smiled.

However, after so many inner dramas in the short period of time waiting for his eyesight to recover, when Hu Biao opened his eyes, he found that he was thinking too much about everything.

Anyway, in Hu Biao's current thinking, he expected that he would best belong to the Western Army.

As long as the operations are done well, Hu Biao and the others should be able to get mixed up quickly with the bribes they carry.

In this way, it will cause the opponent's body to be pierced too deeply, and it will take more time to draw the gun.

The reason is very simple, the last time they were on a mission in the Western Regions of the Great Han Dynasty, they had stayed in the barracks of Dou Gu, the captain of the Great Han Fengche, for two or three months.

On the side beside him, the armor, large mountaineering bag, weapons, etc. he brought from the modern plane were neatly placed together.

No one said anything to each other, but everything was kept silent.

Because as soon as he opened his eyes, he could find that he was currently in a dilapidated earthen house.

Even if it is just a middle-level officer, leading the strongest army in the Northern Song Dynasty, they can play a lot of good things.

In addition, some inaudible but quite noisy voices reached Hu Biao's ears; the first feeling that emerged in this guy's head at that time was:
Barracks, I am now in a barracks.

Seeing this, the rest of the team didn't have time to think about other things in their heads, and they also seized the time to start busy.

If it wasn't for the Western Army, if it really didn't work, the Great Song Forbidden Army would do as well.

But how to be soft and how to be soft, he had no idea at all for a while; there were no related courses in the military gymnasium of the modern plane.

Then the bigger question came, which part of the identities of these little soldiers did they belong to?Because this is very important, it is related to the extent to which the next task can be completed.

After all are integrated together, the unpleasant smell is formed.

Han Shizhong was able to get out in the end. His strong personal ability is one aspect, and another aspect has a lot to do with his background in the Western Army.

Therefore, Hu Biao, who had closed his eyes when crossing, felt his legs step on the solid ground.

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After going through several missions, Hu Biao has now developed a habit.

However, Hu Biao has a bold idea about such a little confusion at the moment:

It is also because his marksmanship has only reached a level where he is more than strong but not gentle enough; if he wants to improve his marksmanship, he must be firm but soft.

It seems quite reasonable for them to be assigned the status of a Northern Song leader by the system.

At that time, when there are more subordinates, as long as they are trained properly, trash can become a macho, and they can still help in system tasks, which will play a big role.

The time wasted in this way may only be a short moment, but in actual combat, this little time may be related to life and death.

He carried the big backpacks on his back one by one, and quickly held weapons such as spears, sword shields, and large axes in his hands one by one.

It is normal to think about it. The shame of Jingkang happened against the background of the large-scale invasion of Jin soldiers.

A strong stench can be smelled in the nasal cavity, more precisely, it is a smell of sweat, feet that haven't been washed for an unknown amount of time, cow and horse feces, etc.

That is, every time I habitually close my eyes when traveling, lest my vision be affected by light pollution and cause blindness for a longer period of time.

Soon after, the figure of Hu Biao, the commander who rushed to the street, disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"There is no reason. I remember that there were already many gunpowder weapons in the Northern Song Dynasty, such as the Thunderbolt Cannon, Thunderbolt, Rockets, and even Burgundy Guns.

What the hell!Weapons that have already appeared, why can others use them, and why can't we use them? "

Hu Biao, who was counting the equipment, immediately started cursing; with such a move, he suppressed the feeling of something bad in his heart.

He had always planned to use gunpowder weapons to deal with the iron Buddha and kidnapped horses in Jin Bing's legend; now, use your life...

(End of this chapter)