Big Ear Thief Selling Straw Sandals

Love is magical, and a woman nourished by love is radiant.

Gongsun Mingzhu never thought that there would be such an unspeakable feeling and such a perfect man in the world.

My husband is handsome, unparalleled in wisdom, considerate, and holds a high position of power.

Especially, she has only one concubine in the other courtyard, enjoying her husband's favor exclusively, which makes her full of happiness.

Therefore, the guns and artillery of the guards aroused her interest, and begged her husband to explain in depth.

So, Liu Bei brought a flintlock gun and explained clearly from its structure to its firing principle.

Feeling unsatisfactory, Liu Bei also let the new concubine experience it for herself. Gongsun Mingzhu is young and lively, and also very adventurous.

So, under the guidance of her husband, I loaded the powder, loaded the ammunition, pressed the chamber, picked up the long gun, and pulled the trigger tremblingly.

"Bah!"

"what!"

A burst of smoke rose up, the projectiles flew to nowhere, and the spear fell to the ground. Gongsun Mingzhu's arms were sore, and his white Shengxue face was covered with gunpowder smoke.

Watching your husband fire a gun is a completely different mood than shooting yourself.

Gongsun Mingzhu, who was frightened by the fireworks and loud noise and screamed, stood frozen on the spot, not daring to open his eyes.

Suddenly, a strong arm hugged him and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid. My husband is here and Mingzhu will be fine."

Her heart that was beating like a deer calmed down. Gongsun Mingzhu opened her eyes and saw her husband smiling but not smiling. She suddenly became shy and buried her head in his arms.

He caressed the concubine's heart and placed her on the sofa, then leaned over to pick up the musket, cleaned the chamber, and loaded the gun again.

Liu Bei raised his head, looked at the little concubine who had calmed down slightly, and asked, "Do you want to do it again?"

Gongsun Mingzhu's face turned red.

But after all, she is a young man with a strong desire to compete, she replied unwillingly to show weakness: "Come as soon as you come, I am not afraid of you!"

After taking the gun, Liu Bei supported her and said in her ear: "Stand still, keep your hands flat, tilt your head back slightly, align the sight with the target, um, good, pull the trigger."

"Bah!"

Fireworks went off, and thirty steps away, a bullet hole appeared on the figure on the target.

This time, Gongsun Mingzhu felt much better. Shooting in her husband's arms made her feel at ease. The shot was extremely accurate.

"Yeah! Hit, husband and concubine hit!"

Seeing the figure being shot in the head, Gongsun Mingzhu felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment and jumped up, her last panic gone.

"Ah, my pearl is actually a marksman! Amazing! Give me a kiss! Boo!"

The old man lost no time in taking advantage.

But the more this happened, Gongsun Mingzhu's heart felt as sweet as honey.

Since then, there has been a concubine in Zhijinwu's courtyard who likes shooting.

Perhaps due to his talent, Gongsun Mingzhu has an excellent touch. Even if the target is [-] paces away, every shot will hit the target, six, seven, nine, eight, ten.

Liu Bei was greatly surprised. He was even more accurate than me. Could it be that he was a natural sniper?
Finally able to surpass her husband in one aspect, Gongsun Mingzhu never tires of doing it, and from time to time she pulls the majestic Jinwu to try shooting.

The rumors that the new lady's shooting skills were superb made the elite marksmen of the Musketeer Battalion very unconvinced, thinking that this was an exaggerated rumor by the master.

As a result, he was ridiculed by the artillery officers and soldiers.

"Oh shit, this is a bunch of big men. They are not even as good as women. If they were brothers from the artillery army, they would definitely hang Suanqiu with a rope."

The Gunnery Battalion was established later than the Artillery Battalion, but the Musketeers are also elites in the army and naturally have quite a temper.

"The battle is about who kills more people and who is more accurate. You can exchange 20 taels of silver per gun for bullets, which is enough for a hundred heads! If you don't spend your own money, you won't feel bad if it's wasted, right?"

In every battle, the artillery force's consumption tops the list. Of course, the deterrent effect is irreplaceable, but the Musketeers Battalion relies on the number of enemy kills and accuracy, which is tantamount to targeting weak spots.

The artilleryman naturally retorted: "The artillery can hit two thousand steps, why the hell do you want to hit me? Besides, without tanks, you would have been cut down by Xiliang horse thieves!"

"Infantry-Tank Synergy" is the protagonist's favorite tactic, and the effect is remarkable in actual combat. The meaning of the artillery army is very clear. If you kill more people, you will score half of the tank soldiers.

"A rotten musket will die slowly, and you are not afraid of blowing the sky?"

The infantry battalion was choked to the point of speechlessness and stared angrily.

At this moment, the lord, his concubine, and Zhao Yun randomly visited the camp and happened to hear it.

Gongsun Mingzhu loved Wujiwu, so he naturally became closer to the Musketeer Camp and immediately helped the platform. "Why is the musket so slow?"

Hearing the woman's voice, everyone turned around and immediately knelt down to pay homage to their lord and new wife.

"I've met Zhi Jinwu, I've met Madam Mingzhu!"

Liu Bei laughed: "No gifts, no gifts, everyone, get up!"

No one dared to disturb them and planned to disperse after getting up.

Gongsun Mingzhu, who was favored by thousands of people, couldn't bear it. She looked at the artillery veteran and asked, "How fast can you fire?"

The artillery army was stunned, knowing that he was being targeted by the new wife, and looked at Zhao Yun. After all, except for the artillery army captain Gao Jin, Zhao Yun had the highest status in the artillery army.

Zhao Yun laughed and said, "Madam, if you ask me anything, just say it directly."

Liu Bei's principle is very simple. Anyway, as long as it does not violate military regulations, the soldiers can speak and act as they wish.

The artillery veteran said: "Six shots in a quarter of an hour."

Gongsun Mingzhu smiled and said: "Then I can hit the target with ten breaths and ten shots. Can you do it?"

The veteran definitely didn't believe it, but out of respect for the Lord, he could only say with a fake smile: "Whatever the madam says is whatever it is. I dare not disbelieve it."

"You do not believe?"

Not only the artillerymen didn't believe it, but even the musketeers didn't believe it. One shot at one breath was no problem, but ten shots at ten breaths was absolutely impossible. As for the gun hitting, it was just a dream.

In order to make his concubine happy, Liu Bei deliberately said in surprise: "The pearl is not a lie, right?"

Gongsun Mingzhu replied proudly: "You will know if you try it?"

Just give it a try. Ten targets were set up at seventy steps. Because they heard that the new lady was going to demonstrate her rumored marksmanship, more than a hundred people gathered around her in an instant.

On a long table were placed ten flintlock muskets loaded with ammunition.

Everyone suddenly realized that it was so!
Gongsun Mingzhu glanced at the veteran who was muttering to himself, and said with a smile, "I'll buy ten guns, and ten servants will load them, can't I?"

Okay, you can be willful if you have money!
Gongsun Mingzhu stepped forward and held the gun barrel.

Zhao Yun immediately discovered that the new lady's temperament had completely changed.

The slender and well-proportioned figure is like a tall and straight green pine.

With his slightly opened right eye, he looked at the gun target like an eagle eyeing its prey.

Calm and firm, strong and confident, this kind of momentum is very similar to that of Zhang Guan and Zhang, who are holding weapons and are about to fight.

This made Zhao Yun amazed, and at the same time cast his eyes on the master's prediction.

"With firearms, women can defeat strong men."

"Bah!"

Gongsun Mingzhu quickly put down his musket, grabbed the second shot, raised his hand and fired.

"Bah!"

"Blah blah blah..."

After ten shots were fired, the observer with a telescope at the side had already made statistics simultaneously.

"Ten out of ten, twenty, three-nine, one-eight, three-seven, one-four."

Whoa!
"Clap clap clap!"

The onlookers applauded and expressed their sincere respect.

In the military, the only thing that matters is victory or defeat. If he can hit all ten shots, he is already a top shooter. He can shoot so quickly and with such high accuracy, even elite shooters can only hold him back.

The new lady looked at the artillery veteran provocatively and asked, "Well, how was it?"

The veteran immediately admitted defeat, respectfully bowed his hands in apology, and said, "My lady's marksmanship is amazing, I am convinced!"

Zhao Yun said with a smile: "Madam's shooting skills are comparable to Li Guang's. If you have time, I hope you can go to the Musket Camp to give me some pointers."

The artillery soldier looked surprised.

How dare you, Zhao Zilong, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, betray the artillery army?

Zhao Yun smiled shyly: Uh, I'm sorry, the lord just ordered that this time the musketry camp will be rotated. (end of this chapter)