Rise from the sword

Chapter 123 The Monk's Desert Eagle

"Do you want to try again?"

Chen Fan patted the super big man's followers beside him, and winked at the monk.

Monk Wei, one of the protagonists, Chen Fan is naturally familiar with. Before the independent group came back from Shuangfeng Town, the two met each other. At that time, the monk was called by Zhang Dabiao, and he asked to discuss with his followers.

Facts have proved that the protagonist can't do cheating either.

The monk was slapped and knocked out by his [-]-kilogram attendant.

"Don't try, don't try."

The monk glanced at his followers, took a few steps back, and waved his hands again and again.

He did want to try again before coming.

After several months of training, the monk thinks that his strength has been greatly improved, his strength is stronger than before, his muscles are more than before, his reaction is faster than before, and his fear of being slapped and fainted has subsided.

But after seeing the real person...

With a height of [-] meters, arms with a thick waist for ordinary people, and a slap as big as his head... that slap can really hold his head directly, the kind that can hold it all like a ball.

This reminded the monk of the previous battle when he was captured, facing the devil tank.

Fighting against this guy is better than blowing up the devil tank...
Now I must still be slapped and fainted, I should go back and continue to exercise, at least wait until I can catch a few moves before doing it.

Moreover, we have to move canned meat today!

Thinking of this, the monk turned his eyes to the gun in Zhao Gang's arms and blinked. The gun with a scope made the monk a little curious, but then he withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyelids, and looked eagerly at Chen Fan.

This gun must be very accurate, but it is not suitable for him.

What he needs is great power, the kind that can smash devils into pieces with one shot.

"You want a gun?"

The monk watched his eyes eagerly, and Chen Fan easily guessed what this guy was thinking.

"Hey···"

"Well, do you have a more powerful pistol?"

The monk rubbed his head in embarrassment. He came to Chen Fan with this idea, but he always said embarrassedly: "The power of the shell gun is too bad. Sometimes you can't kill a devil with a single shot. After being hit in the stomach several times before, the devil Still alive and kicking."

Although the 7.63mm Mauser pistol bullet of the shell gun has a good initial velocity, the bullet is light, the caliber is small, the power is naturally not strong, and the bullet stagnation ability is also poor.

"Hyper Pistol..."

The monk's words immediately reminded Chen Fan of the two Desert Eagles that the system gave him.

Those two desert eagles that were strengthened by the dog system.

12.7 mm caliber, the weight of the empty gun alone exceeds 2 kg, and the 12.7×41 pistol heavy bullet is used. The total weight of the bullet is 60 grams, of which the bullet alone is 30 grams. The kinetic energy of the gun is comparable to that of a full-power rifle bullet, and with its huge bullet, Within 100 meters, one shot can directly shatter anyone's body.

According to the description in the manual, this thing is twice as powerful as the original version.

Seeing this gun for the first time, Chen Fan's heart was incomparably broken.

The reason why the original version was disliked was that it was too powerful and the recoil was too great to make it usable. This was strengthened, and it was doubled. It is for normal people, no, can it be used by humans?He had tried it before, and after loading seven rounds, it was hard to hold it with both hands, let alone shoot.

On the contrary, the system follower can be used easily, even a little small, but the follower is forbidden to kill...

Would you like to give this product a try?Anyway, if the hand is broken, it is not my own...

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at the monk.

This popular character of Liangjian deserves to be responsible for the military force of the whole drama. He is more than 1.9 meters tall, has a strong back, and is full of muscles.

Kong Wu is powerful and powerful, these words are very suitable to describe the monk.

"I have two powerful pistols here." Chen Fan said slowly.

Maybe this guy can really work...

After all, the role of force in the whole play is not...

"Hyper Pistol?"

The monk's eyes lit up immediately: "How much more powerful than a shell gun?"

He needs a concrete contrast.

"How much bigger than a shell gun?"

Chen Fan bowed his head and calculated, the muzzle kinetic energy of the shell gun is 4000 to [-] joules, and the muzzle kinetic energy of the desert eagle after the system modification exceeds [-] joules, which is more than six times.Moreover, the caliber of the bullet is larger, and its lethality is even more than six times.

"Six times, the power is more than six times that of the shell gun." Chen Fan replied.

"Six times the power!"

The monk's eyes widened and his mouth opened.

The six times the power of the shell gun, that is to say, one shot is equivalent to six shots of the shell gun, and it should not be six shots at the same time.

that scene...

How exciting?

With one shot, the devil will at least be crippled and seriously injured!
Thinking of this, the monk swallowed his throat, rubbed his hands excitedly, his face was flushed, and he spoke incoherently: "Well, can you use it for me? I use it to fight devils, and I can do whatever you want."

Want it, want it very much, want it very much.

"Uh... OK, but this gun has a lot of recoil and is dangerous to use."

Looking at Monk's huge palm, Chen Fan confirmed that Monk Wei should be able to hold it, but he doesn't know if he can use it normally.

Then he asked his entourage to take out the two Ultra Desert Eagles from the large bag he carried with him.

As soon as the pistol came out, it attracted the attention of Zhao Gang and the monk.

The whole body of the gun is dark gold, and it is not dazzling in the sun. The huge diamond-shaped gun body looks full of technology and power, and the deep muzzle exaggerates the sense of power to the extreme. How terrible the bullets should be.

Two guns, one to Zhao Gang and the other to Monk Wei.

"Good weight···"

As soon as he got the gun, Zhao Gang's hand sank and he exclaimed.

As for the monk, he touched the new gun with joy, especially the huge muzzle that could be inserted with his fingers, which made him almost burst into laughter:
"Good gun, good gun!"

"This gun, if you hit a devil, you will definitely die with one shot!"

He touched it with both hands, and after touching it for a while, he began to throw the gun back and forth between his hands. Feeling the unprecedented heaviness of the gun in his hand, Monk Wei was about to drool.

We all know that the heavier the gun, the more powerful it is.

"too heavy"

Zhao Gang shook his head, and threw the gun, which weighed more than two kilograms when empty, to the monk.

The heavier the gun, the greater the power and the greater the recoil. After all, a heavy gun body can resist the recoil, and a gun weighing more than four catties is still an empty gun, so the recoil can be imagined.

He had just opened the magazine and looked at it. The space inside the magazine was so large that it was hard for him to imagine how big the bullet would be, and how much recoil the gun would have when firing live ammunition.

"Try two shots?"

Chen Fan took out fourteen bullets and handed them to the monk: "Take a shot, if you can use it, I will give it to you."

The original guns are complicated and prone to failure, but the system produced must be a high-quality product. These two desert eagles after magic modification and enhancement are not only more powerful, but also reliable as revolvers. Anyway, that's what the manual says .

The force of the system must not be boastful.

Looking at the huge bullet in Chen Fan's hand, Zhao Gang's eyes twitched.

After all, the size was beyond his imagination.

"to make!"

After receiving the bullet, the monk couldn't wait to take out the magazine, press the bullets into the magazine one by one, each loaded with 7 rounds, and then install the poor grip of the magazine, click, click, two consecutive crisp sounds, two guns All bullets loaded.

Holding a desert eagle in one hand, with two guns in both hands, it is cool and rigid.

He actually wanted to test fire both guns at the same time.

"Maybe this product is really good."

Looking at the monk holding two guns, Chen Fan was amazed.

The size of the gun was actually perfect. Monk Wei's huge palm fit perfectly with the desert eagle's huge grip, neither too big nor too small, neither too much nor too little.Moreover, the weight of the desert eagle loaded with bullets is close to three kilograms, but the monk holds two handles, but it feels as light as nothing.

The two guns were aimed at a stone 50 meters away, and the monk pulled the trigger.

Boom...boom...
Accompanied by two dull and loud gunshots, completely different from other firearms, 50 meters away, two huge holes appeared in the half-person-high and one-meter-wide rock.

Then,

Boom boom boom...

Continuous muffled gunshots rang out, and the recoil-reducing recoil-reducing device on the Desert Eagle's muzzle spewed out clouds of fireworks. At the same time, the half-person-high rock in the distance gradually crumbled, and finally turned into a pool of rubble. Down.

Fourteen rounds of bullets were designed, moved his somewhat sore wrist, the monk grinned and roared:
"Haha, this gun is exciting!"

My mother, is this fucking human? Seeing the monk finish fourteen bullets with ease, especially the wrist that hardly wobbled, Chen Fan's eyes were dull.

This is the doubled version of Desert Eagle...
Fourteen shots in a row, face not flushing, not out of breath...

Be yourself!

Zhao Gang didn't look at the monk. He stared fixedly at the rock in the distance, which was smashed into pieces.

This gun, as long as it hits the enemy, even if it is a hand or foot, at least it will be seriously injured and lose the ability to resist. Zhao Gang was horrified and sure.

Even if it hits the arm, the huge power and huge warhead will break the enemy's arm instantly, and then the terrifying impact will drive the enemy's body to slam back violently.

What a horrible gun.

Afterwards, Zhao Gang looked at Chen Fan and sighed in his heart.

Foreign countries can produce such terrible weapons, but we... hey, the gap is really big.

The huge noise attracted everyone who was carrying supplies, but after seeing Zhao Gang here, the soldiers stopped paying attention, but Li Yunlong and the returning Zhang Dabiao ran over.

"Monk, why are you shooting?"

"What kind of gun is this? Never heard of it!"

The two ran over to ask.

As veterans who have been on the battlefield for more than ten years, the two were attracted by strange gunshots.

Listening to the sound of the gun, it was dull and powerful. It must have come from a large-caliber firearm. It was similar to the anti-tank guns of the past, but not as sharp as an anti-tank gun. .

This made the two very curious.

What kind of gun is this?

"Here are the bullets, a thousand rounds, and here is the canvas carrying case with ten spare magazines."

After recovering in a daze, Chen Fan handed the Desert Eagle canvas carrying tool and the matching [-] rounds of ammunition to the monk in the bag: "There are still a batch of ammunition, I will give you together next time."

The system gave a total of 2000 rounds of matching bullets, and they can be exchanged with points if needed, but now it is a bit scary to summon the second follower, so Chen Fan plans to give it next time.

"Thank you!"

"Hehe, thanks!"

The monk gave thanks with a smirk, put on the dense canvas carrying gear, and packed the bullets one by one into the premade pockets.

480 six rounds of ammunition, plus two huge Desert Eagles, this load... the monk feels okay.

"What gun is this?!"

At this moment, Zhang Dabiao and Li Yunlong also ran over. The two of them saw the pistol in the monk's hand. At the beginning, their eyes were burning with a hint of burning. They were all veterans of the battlefield. The two of them could tell what this gun was like at a glance.

This is a good gun!

want to!

"Is that stone hit by this gun?"

Afterwards, after the two had seen the shattered stones in the distance, they looked at the monk with a gun in his hand, and their eyes were already bloodshot.

This is a good gun.

must!
"Brother Chen Fan gave it to me."

The two pairs of red eyes made the monk feel that something was wrong. He immediately stuffed the gun into the holster on the back of his waist, buttoned it up, and slipped away, leaving only a back view and a sentence:

"I'm going to move supplies."

The monk left with a gun, and Li Yunlong and Zhang Dabiao could only stare at Chen Fan with red eyes, which made Chen Fan's scalp tingle.

"No more, really no more, I only have these two!"

"This gun is a custom-made product. I only wanted two at that time! I gave them to the monk."

"Customization is very troublesome. It's not a matter of price or not. I really can't get this thing."

"You can't do it even if you kill Neiji Okamura!"

Leader Li's cheeky dawdling, and Zhang Dabiao watching from the side made Chen Fan's scalp tingle.

If there are, he doesn't mind exchanging a few, just a few guns, not heavy, and won't waste many points, but the problem is that there are only matching bullets in the mall, and there is no gun at all, and he can't do anything, so Chen Fanguo broke away. .

Nearly [-] tons of weapons, ammunition and canned meat made the [-] soldiers of the Independence Regiment busy all day before moving them out.

As for the monk, although he did not complete the feat of one ton per person, he still carried half a ton, and finally got his wish and ate a full meal of canned meat.

After dinner, Yang Village organized a drama. In the festive atmosphere of the whole group, Wang Gensheng ran in from the entrance of the village with a few people.

After the independent regiment was greatly expanded, Wang Gensheng led a commando (reconnaissance team) whose task was to investigate the surrounding enemy situation and monitor the movements of the devils.

The smell of meat still lingering in the village made Wang Gensheng and others swallow their saliva. He struggled to restrain the urge to rush to the cafeteria—there must be plenty of meat left for them in the cafeteria, so there is no rush.

Wang Gensheng ran to the regiment headquarters and said in a hurried tone:
"Head, a large number of devils have come to Shou County, and..."

(End of this chapter)