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"Amitabha Buddha, donor, what is this?"

"No, don't even know a pistol?"

"What is this again?"

"This is called a tank, go up and feel a circle?"

"This is a light machine gun..."

In the barracks, Tang Seng asked for information about various weapons, his eyes brightened.

He now knew that the big bird that flew in the sky was called an airplane, and it was also artificial.

The fact that this world can fly into the sea with the power of a mortal is really amazing.

"Would you like to shoot twice?"

Everyone knew that the creature named monk was the commander's guard, so he was very kind to him.

Seeing the light machine gun full of mechanical feeling, the cold body of the gun, Tang Seng was ready to move: "Can you?"

He feels itchy hands.

"There's nothing wrong." A battalion commander smiled and shouted: "Come here, didn't you catch a few stupid thieves who tried to rob ordnance on the road? Pulled out to shoot targets, and train Guard Tang by the way. , It can be considered that they have contributed to the anti-zombie campaign."

"Yes, sir!"

Not long after, a group of men with swollen noses and handcuffs were pushed out.

"Guardian Tang, hit them."

The battalion commander looked at Tang Seng and said.

Standing in front of the machine gun, Tang Seng looked a little ugly when he heard this: "Amitabha Buddha, the benefactor, is it inappropriate to kill evil in this way?"

"This horse is an army! Don't engage with those literary things, these are thieves who try to rob the ranks, a capital crime! All should be killed!" said the battalion commander.

Tang Seng's expression eased a little, but he still couldn't move his hands: "This benefactor, even if they have violated the law, they should be questioned by the government..."

"You are a big light bulb head, why is it not bright enough? These years, we are the greatest law!" The battalion commander interrupted his words impatiently, splashing in his mouth: "Do you know that the weapons were robbed? What is the consequence? Once soldiers lack weapons and ammunition, then riding a horse to face the zombies is a dead end!"

"But..." Tang Seng already knew that those people deserved to die, but he really couldn't do it.

He just uttered two words, and the battalion commander directly drew his pistol and placed it on the big bald head: "Now I order you to shoot! I dare not even shoot the carbine. What kind of protection do you guard the commander use? Shoot!"

Having seen the power of guns, Tang Seng's bright bald head oozes cold sweat.

"I will let you shoot! If you violate the Shangguan's military order, I can kill you, believe it or not!"

The battalion commander roared.

Tang Seng squatted and put his hand on the trigger of the machine gun, but he dared not pull it.

"Kang!"

The battalion commander fired a shot in the sky.

Tang Seng was so frightened that he pulled the trigger almost subconsciously.

"Da da da da da da..."

The machine gun spit out a fire snake in an instant.

The huge recoil made Tang Seng almost unsteady and fell directly to the ground, looking very embarrassed.

Dozens of bandits on the opposite side fell seven or eight.

"Ah! The grass and mud horse, aim at it, can you please give me a happy one!"

"What are you doing on horseback and kicking! Sick!"

"Ahhhhh! My basket..."

The seven or eight people lay on the ground screaming and screaming, their voices full of grievances.

These days, they all eat with their heads on their waistbands, so naturally they are not afraid of death.

But... afraid of pain!

The dead bald head on the opposite side, looking white, fat and harmless, did not expect to be so sinister that he would use this method to torture them.

The battalion commander looked at Tang Seng and said, "Go on."

After having the experience of firing the gun for the first time, Tang Seng successfully overcome the psychological difficulties.

Flicking up the broken robes, he clenched his teeth and picked up the light machine gun, stepped on the ammunition box with one foot, and pulled the trigger to sweep.

"Da da da da da da..."

The bullet kept leaning out.

The recoil of the machine gun shook the flesh on Tang Seng's face.

Su Xun is very curious about this. This horse is a vegetarian every day, and he has been frightened by monsters and tigers. Why is Tang Seng still white and fat?

Dozens of bandits fell one by one.

"Ah! Stray horse, **** bald head, please step on your horse and aim it!"

"Sir! I beg you to change individuals and shoot us, we apply for substitutions, apply for substitutions!"

"Sir, you can't kill people, why is it so vicious? Let's change someone!"

A group of bandits were tumbling on the ground, tears streaming down their faces, crying hoarsely.

The soldiers all around looked strange.

The battalion commander couldn't hold it on his face either. The monk had shot so many shots that he knocked people down, but he didn't kill a single person.

"Stop!" The battalion commander couldn't stand it anymore.

Tang Seng didn't hear it at first, but after seeing the battalion commander's gesture, he stopped, his eyes filled with excitement, and said loudly, "Donor, can the poor monk try that?"

He pointed at a tank.

Everyone: "..."

The bandits on the ground screamed in their hearts.

What kind of grudge?

Did we dug your ancestral grave?

You actually want to bomb us with tanks!

Do you know this is a waste of shells! Waste of military supplies! Shameful waste!

The battalion commander was the one who came over, and he could see that after Tang Seng broke through the difficulty of firing the first shot, he fell into a state of excitement that killed the red eye.

Although he didn't kill any of them.

"A round of hundreds of thousands of shells is too wasteful to hit them. Let's change to a heavy machine gun." The battalion commander lit a cigarette and shouted, clattering.

The two soldiers carried heavy machine guns as ordered.

The bandits on the ground nodded frantically at the battalion commander's words, at least they had to leave a whole body after death.

After being bombarded by a tank, he couldn't even find his shoes.

Looking at the action of the battalion commander, Tang Seng knew that the white stick that the commander gave him before was used in this way, but he was more interested in the lighter.

"Donor, what is this? Why does it cause fire when you press it?" Tang Seng asked curiously.

The battalion commander was a little proud, but he didn't expect that a lighter could one day be used to show off.

"Lighter, click here to make a fire."

"Amitabha, it's a wonderful workmanship." Tang Seng once again expressed his sincere admiration.

The battalion commander took out his cigarette: "Come on, one whole."

Tang Seng followed him, put it in his mouth, lit it, and then took a sip: "Cough cough...cough cough cough..."

I coughed violently as soon as I took a breath.

"It's the first time you smoke, don't be too eager, just take it easy." The battalion commander said with a smile.

"Battalion commander, the heavy machine gun is here!"

Several soldiers carried a heavy machine gun and placed it on the ground, aiming at the bandits.

"Come on, Guard Tang try this. This thing is much more powerful than a light machine gun."

The battalion commander patted the barrel of the heavy machine gun.

Tang Seng loaded his mouth according to the method the soldiers taught him, with a cigarette in his mouth, and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da da da da..."

On the wasteland, Tang Sanzang was swallowing smoke in his mouth, roaring and shooting with the heavy machine gun in his hand, his broken robes being lifted by the wind.

In the sunset, that was his lost youth.

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