Chapter 314 Thermal Weapons

As soon as the soldiers retreated, Pan Yingying immediately bought two Negev light machine guns from the system mall.

When Yu Chaosheng received the gun, he felt numb.

"Are you going to die if you buy this?"

Pan Yingying didn't even blink and clicked again to buy the M3E1 lightweight individual recoilless gun.

"It's okay. I tried it. Killing Gu people with thermal weapons won't make them weak. They're like zombies."

Yu Chaosheng was skeptical, "You didn't lie to me?"

Pan Yingying ignored him as she had to buy bullets and shells.

The noise of the Northwest Army's withdrawal just now had attracted the Gu people to attack this side. Yu Chaosheng put the two tigers into the space and took out several large street lamps and hung them on the trees.

After Pan Yingying finished shopping, he pushed her and said, "You go up the tree! Beat the ones at the back, and I'll take care of the ones at the front."

Pan Yingying climbed up the tree without saying a word.

When those Gu people approached, Yu Chaosheng exclaimed, "Fuck!" "They really look like zombies!"

Pan Yingying raised her gun and started shooting with a cold face. She made a note of this.

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A divine thunder was suddenly thrown into the Northwest Army camp.

When Lumei heard the noise, she hurried out of Pan Yingying's tent.

It's the granary! The granary was blown up!
She was furious, turned around and rushed to the big tent, carrying out two boxes of divine thunder.

He was so full of energy that he shouted, "Brothers and sisters! Get your weapons!"

As soon as she finished speaking, voices of "They dared to attack us, kill them!" came from every corner around her.

Fu Qing had just picked up his long sword and was about to leave the tent when he saw the two battalion commanders of the Fire Battalion raising their hands and lifting the mat on the bed.

Only then did he realize that their beds were made of boxes.

"Brothers! Come in and get your weapons!" Song Dachui lifted the tent curtain and shouted outside, and the people from the Huotouying camp immediately rushed in.

Song Dadao opened the box, revealing the musket inside.

He did not forget to remind them, "Brothers, hit the vital points. This thing is only available in our cooking battalion in the entire Northwest Army. Don't let the brothers in other battalions laugh at you."

Old Cai, who was usually in charge of cutting vegetables, laughed out loud, "Don't worry, Captain. Our Fire Battalion is His Majesty's secret weapon!"

"Her Majesty thinks highly of us, so we can't embarrass her!"

The current Huotou Battalion consists of secret guards that Xiao Shen had recruited from the martial arts world. After Xiao Shen's death, they had nowhere to go, so Song Dadao simply wrote them a letter, asking them to come and work under Pan Yingying to make a living.

Most of these people in the martial arts world are all kinds of people. They have no ability to make a living and can only fight and kill. Otherwise, they would not have become secret guards in the first place.

After they arrived in the Northwest, Pan Yingying asked Long Shi to teach them cooking skills, arranged them to be cooks in the Northwest Army, and told them the importance of firemen.

When there is no war, they are cooks, but when there is a war, they all have to be military kings.

With a monthly salary of ten taels of silver hanging in front of them, these people trained even more desperately.

There is a private legend among the Northwest Army: "Only the best soldier can enter the Fire Camp."

"Captain Song...what are you doing..." Fu Qing raised his hand and asked weakly.

When the camp was full, he was assigned to live with Huotouying. He always thought they were just ordinary cooks, but he didn't expect that they were all sweeping monks.

Song Dachui glanced at him with some disgust, but still gave him a musket and taught him how to use it.

"This is a new secret weapon made in the arsenal, and you're one of the first batch. If you perform well this time, maybe you can go directly to the Fire Gun Battalion in the future. Come on!" Song Dadao came over and patted Fu Qing's arm, then strode out of the tent.

"Brothers of the Fire Head Camp! It's time to show our true strength!"

He shouted and ran towards the granary with the people from the Fire Camp.

"Kill him! Let's see who dares to say that the food I cook is bad in the future!" "Let the Xia country dogs see how powerful our Fire Head Camp is!"

"Kill!"

"Kill those Xiaguo dogs!"

The military camp was densely surrounded by the brave soldiers, and both sides had begun to throw divine thunder.

Countless people were scattered in the explosion.

The reason why Shen Liuyun took advantage of the situation this time and left the Gu people to delay the Northwest Army was also to seize food and grass.

His plan was to fight a quick battle, and kill some of the people who stayed in the barracks while seizing food and supplies. However, he did not expect that the remaining people were so difficult to deal with, and there were obviously still a lot of divine thunders left.

Now we are in a difficult situation and have no choice but to go ahead with it.

"My fellow men of Xia! The food is in there! Kill them!"

As soon as he finished shouting, the deputy general beside him suddenly trembled and fell to the ground.

Shen Liuyun looked over and found that it was a white-haired old man. He was holding a strange-looking object in his hand, and smoke was still coming out of the dark hole.

Seeing him looking at him, the old man laughed, then flashed away and disappeared somewhere.

Lu Mei threw a divine thunder with great force, blowing a group of people into the sky.

There were too many people outside, and many of them rushed in with spears.

Lumei instructed several maids, "Keep throwing, don't stop." Then she rushed out with her pink dumbbells.

Fu Qing and Song Dachui lay behind the high platform in the training ground, looking for opportunities to fire their guns.

"Captain Song, why do we have to hide here all the time?"

He didn't quite understand.

Song Dachui turned his head and rolled his eyes at him. "You can go, because you are a bachelor, but I can't. I don't want my son to be born without a father."

Fu Qing: ...Personal attacks are strictly prohibited.

Although Song Dachui is a coward, he has good accuracy and every shot counts. But Fu Qing is not like that. It was his first time touching a musket tonight, and he could only hit the target five out of ten times. Song Dachui was really upset seeing this.

The muskets they are using now are actually made from Yu Chaosheng's improved design, and it is more appropriate to call them rifles.

The people in the Huotou Battalion have been practicing privately for a long time. Not everyone is a sharpshooter, but they will definitely have no problem hitting the 500th ring or above within 8 meters.

From Song Dachui's point of view, he felt that this kid Fu Qing might not be able to enter the Shenji Camp in the future.

With such accuracy, forget it, it's a waste of ammunition.

Shen Liuyun had never seen such a weapon, and their Xia country was still in the stage of developing artillery.

He immediately realized the role these muskets could play on the battlefield.

"Find a way to grab one and send it back to the Ministry of Industry."

He turned around and gave instructions to his confidants.

Just as the confidant was about to nod, a bullet pierced his neck, and warm blood mixed with broken flesh splattered everywhere.

Shen Liuyun looked over and found that it was the old man again.

Shen Liuyun: ...

He gritted his teeth in anger.

The old man had the musket pointed at him. He did not dare to be careless and immediately pulled a soldier beside him to stand in front of him.

Poor soldier, he didn't even know what was happening before he was shot to death.

"Oops! I missed!" Old Cai stomped his feet, quickly reloaded the bullet with his chicken claw-like hands, and fired another shot.

At this moment, a brave soldier behind him raised his knife and slashed at him. He didn't even turn his head and swung the musket in his hand heavily backwards. The brave soldier failed to react in time and was knocked to the ground with blood all over his face.