"Would you like to try again?"

Chen Fan patted the super big man entourage beside him with his hand and squeezed his eyes at the monk.

Monk Wei, one of the protagonists, Chen Fan is naturally familiar, the two of them met on the way back from Shuangfeng Town in the independent regiment, when the monk was Zhang Dabiao, and when they met, they asked to learn from their entourage.

As it turns out, the protagonist can't do it.

The monk was stunned by a slap from his attendant, who weighed 300 kilograms.

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

The monk glanced at his entourage, took a few steps back, and waved his hand repeatedly.

He did want to try again before he came.

After a few months of training, the monk thought that his strength had greatly improved, his strength was greater than before, his muscles were more than before, his reaction was faster than before, and the fear of being slapped and stunned had subsided.

But after actually seeing the real person...

With a height of 2.7 meters, an ordinary person's waist and thick arms, and a slap as big as his head······ That slap can really hold his head directly, the kind that holds it all like a ball.

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

It's better to fight this guy than to blow up the devil tank·····

Now I must still be stunned by a slap, so let's go back and continue to exercise, at least wait until I can take a few tricks before going on.

Besides, I have to carry canned meat today!

Thinking of this, the monk cast his eyes on the gun in Zhao Gang's arms, blinked, and the gun with the scope made the monk a little curious, but then he withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and looked at Chen Fan with a blank eye.

This gun must have hit far and accurately, but it was not suitable for him.

What he needs is a lot of power, the kind that can break devils with a single shot.

"You want a gun?"

The monk looked at his eyes, and Chen Fan easily guessed this guy's thoughts.

"Hey..."

"Well, is there a more powerful pistol?"

The monk touched his head a little embarrassed, he came to Chen Fan with this idea, but he was always embarrassed to say: "The power of the shell gun is too poor, sometimes the devil can't be killed with one shot, and after hitting the stomach several times before, the devil is still alive." ”

Although the muzzle velocity of the 7.63 mm Mauser pistol bullet of the barge gun is good, the bullet is light, the caliber is small, the power is naturally not strong, and the warhead stagnation ability is also poor.

"High Power Pistol..."

The monk's words suddenly reminded Chen Fan of the two desert eagles sent by the system.

The two Desert Eagles that have been strengthened by the dog system.

12.7 mm caliber, the weight of the empty gun alone exceeds 2 kilograms, the use of 12.7×41 pistol heavy head bullets, 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 the full power of rifle bullets, coupled with its huge bullet, within 100 meters, a shot can directly shatter anyone's body.

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

At that time, when he saw this gun for the first time, Chen Fan's heart was unparalleledly devastated.

The reason why the original version was disliked was that it was too powerful, and the recoil was too great to be usable, which was also strengthened, and it was doubled, it was a normal person, no, can it be used by humans? He'd tried it before, and after loading seven rounds of ammunition, it was hard to hold it with both hands, let alone shoot.

However, the system retinue can be used easily, and even a little small, snorting, but the retinue is forbidden to kill·····

Why don't you give this one a try? Anyway, it's not my own if my hand is broken······

Chen Fan squinted his eyes and looked at the monk.

This popular character of Liangjian is worthy of being the force of the whole play, with a height of more than 1.9 meters, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and knotted muscles all over his body, standing here like a mountain, the breath of a tough guy and a muscular man is blowing in his face.

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

"High-powered pistols, I have two here." Chen Fan said slowly.

Maybe this guy can really use...

After all, the whole drama is not responsible for force...

"High-powered pistols?"

The monk's eyes suddenly lit up: "How much more powerful than the shell gun?" ”

He needed a concrete contrast.

"How much bigger than a shell gun?"

Chen Fan lowered his head and calculated, the muzzle kinetic energy of the barge gun was 500 to 600 joules, and the muzzle kinetic energy of the Desert Eagle after the system magic reform exceeded more than 4,000 joules, which was more than six times. And the caliber of the bullet is larger, and the lethality is even more than six times higher.

"Six times as powerful, more than six times as powerful as a barge gun." Chen Fan replied.

"Sixfold power!"

The monk's eyes widened and his mouth opened.

The six times the power of the shell gun, that is, 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?

If one shot goes down, the devil will be a crippled and seriously injured at the least!

Thinking of this, the monk swallowed his throat and rubbed his hands excitedly, his face flushed, and he spoke incoherently: "That, can·· Can I use it? I use it to fight devils, and I can do whatever I want. ”

Wanted, very wanted, especially wanted.

"Uh... Okay, though, this gun has a lot of recoil and is dangerous to use. ”

Looking at the monk's huge palm, Chen Fan confirmed that Monk Wei should be able to hold it, but he didn't know if it could be used normally.

He then asked his entourage to take out the two Ultra Desert Eagles from the large bag he was carrying.

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

The gun is dark gold, not dazzling in the sun, the huge diamond-shaped body looks full of technology and a sense of power, and the deep muzzle renders the sense of power to the extreme, making people can't help but think about how terrifying the bullets fired from this muzzle should be.

Two guns, one handed to Zhao Gang and one to Monk Wei.

"It's so heavy..."

As soon as the gun arrived, Zhao Gang's hand suddenly sank and exclaimed.

As for the monk, he happily touched the new gun, especially the muzzle that was huge enough for his fingers to stick into, which made him laugh on his face:

"Good gun, good gun!"

"This shot, if it hits the devil, it will definitely kill one by one!"

The two hands touched around, and after touching for a while, they began to toss the gun between their hands, feeling the unprecedented heaviness of grabbing their hands in their hands, and Monk Wei's saliva was about to stay.

It is a well-known fact that the heavier the gun, the more powerful it is.

"It's too heavy"

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

The heavier the gun, the more powerful it is, and the greater the recoil, after all, the heavy gun body can resist the recoil, and the gun that exceeds four pounds, this is still an empty gun, and the recoil can be imagined.

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

"Let's try two shots?"

Chen Fan took out fourteen bullets and handed them to the monk: "Hit a shuttle, if you can use it, I'll give it to you." ”

Originally, the guns were complex and prone to malfunction, but the system produced must be a high-quality product, and these two Desert Eagles after the magic reform and enhancement are not only more powerful, but also not inferior in reliability to revolvers - anyway, that's what the manual says.

The forced style of the system must not say big things.

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

This size, after all, is still beyond his imagination.

"Done!"

After taking the bullet, the monk couldn't wait to take out the magazine, pressed the bullets into the magazine one by one, each loaded with 7 rounds, and then loaded the magazine with a poor grip, click, click, and in two crisp sounds in a row, the two gun bullets were all loaded.

Holding a desert eagle in one hand, two guns in both hands, cool and hard.

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

"Maybe it's good."

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

The size of the gun was actually perfect, and Monk Wei's huge palm and the huge grip of the Desert Eagle fit perfectly, not big, not too small, no more, no less. Moreover, the Desert Eagle loaded with bullets weighed nearly three kilograms, while the monk held two handles in his hands, but it felt like nothing.

Two guns were pointed at a stone fifty meters away, and the monk pulled the trigger.

Knock··· Knock····

Fifty meters away, two huge and muffled gunshots, completely different from the others, appeared in the half-human-high, one-meter-wide rock.

Followed by

Knock knock...

A succession of muffled gunshots rang out, and the recoil-reducing recoil-reducing retractor of the Desert Eagle's muzzle erupted in clusters of fireworks, while the half-man-high rock in the distance gradually crumbled, eventually falling as a pile of rubble.

After the fourteen bullets were designed, he moved his somewhat sore wrist, and the monk grinned and roared:

"Haha, this gun, bring energy!"

I'm still human····· Watching the monk easily finish firing fourteen bullets, especially the wrist that barely shook much, Chen Fan's eyes were glazed.

It's a double version of the Desert Eagle·····

Fourteen consecutive shots, the face is not red, the breath is not panting...

Be a person!

Zhao Gang didn't look at the monk, he stared at the rock in the distance, the shattered rock.

This shot, as long as it hits the enemy, even if it is a hand or foot, at least it is a serious injury and loses the ability to resist, Zhao Gang is shocked and sure in his heart.

Even if you hit the arm, the huge power and huge warhead will cause the enemy's arm to break instantly, and then the terrifying impact will also drive the enemy's body to crash behind you violently.

What a terrible gun.

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

Such terrible weapons can be made abroad, and we ····· Hey, that's a big gap.

The loud noise attracted everyone who was carrying the supplies, but after seeing Zhao Gang here, the soldiers did not continue to pay attention, but Li Yunlong and Zhang Dabiao, who had returned, ran over.

"Monk, what are you shooting?"

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

The two ran over and asked.

As veterans who have been on the battlefield for more than ten years, both of them were attracted by the strange sound of gunfire.

Listening to this gunshot, dull and powerful, it must have been issued by a super-large caliber firearm, similar to the previous anti-tank gun, but not as sharp as the anti-tank gun, indicating that the muzzle velocity of the bullet is not high, and it is not as scattered as a large-caliber shotgun.

This made the two very curious.

What kind of gun is this?

"Here's the bullet, a thousand rounds, and here's the canvas carrying gear with ten spare magazines on it."

After recovering from a daze, Chen Fan handed the Desert Eagle canvas carrying gear in the bag and the matching five hundred rounds of ammunition to the monk: "There is another batch of bullets, I will give it to you next time." ”

The system gave a total of 2,000 rounds of matching bullets, and if you need it, you can exchange it with points, but now it is a little scary to summon the second follower, and Chen Fan plans to give it next time.

"Thank you!"

"Hey, hey... Thank you! ”

The monk smirked in thanks as he put on his dense canvas carrying gear and stuffed the bullets into a prefabricated pocket and sealed them.

Four hundred and eighty-six rounds of ammunition, plus two huge desert eagles, this is a load... The monk felt okay.

"What kind of gun is this?!"

At this time, Zhang Dabiao and Li Yunlong also ran over, and the two looked at the pistol in the monk's hand, and their eyes were burning at the beginning, they were all old fritters on the battlefield.

It's a good gun!

Want!

"That stone was shot by this gun?"

Then, after the two of them looked at the broken stones in the distance, the eyes that looked at the monk with the gun in his hand were already blood-red.

It's a good gun.

A must!

"This is given to me by Brother Chen Fan."

The two pairs of red eyes made the monk feel bad, and he immediately stuffed the gun into the sleeve behind his waist, buckled the opening, and slipped away, leaving only a back and a sentence:

"I'm going to move supplies."

The monk left with a gun, and Li Yunlong and Zhang Dabiao had to stare at Chen Fan with red eyes, and Chen Fan's scalp was numb when he saw it.

"No, really no, I'll just have these two!"

"This gun is custom-made, I only needed two of them! It's all for the monks. ”

"It's very troublesome to customize, it's not a matter of price or not, I really can't get this thing."

"You can't even kill Gangcun Ningci!"

Grand Master Li's cheekiness rubbed against him, and Zhang Dabiao, who was watching faintly from the side, made Chen Fan's scalp tingle.

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

Nearly 100 tons of weapons, ammunition, and canned meat allowed the 800 soldiers of the Independent Regiment to work hard for a day to finish moving, and in the evening the soldiers of the whole regiment had a good meal of meat, the kind that was full.

As for the monk, although he did not complete the feat of one ton per person, he still carried half a ton, and finally ate a ton of canned meat as he wished.

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

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

The smell of meat still wafting in the village made Wang Gensheng and the others swallow their saliva, and he struggled to resist the urge to rush to the canteen - the canteen must have meat left for them, so there is no hurry.

Wang Gensheng ran to the regiment headquarters and said in a hurried tone:

"Commander, there are a large number of devils in Shou County, and they are still ·····"