"This original Type 95 is very handsome."

He Moyuan held the rifle, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the gun ** launcher hanging directly below the handguard, its compact structure and appearance and this majestic stockless rifle seemed to have become an inseparable whole at that moment, no longer two structures that do not interfere with each other, but more like a whole.

With his left hand, he lightly grasped the extra layer of handguard under the gun**, and focused on the high-powered low-light sight that came with the 95 rifle. Through the scope, it is possible to effectively strike at the enemy at a distance of 200 in various conditions of low light at night.

She coughed a few times, her rough and dry right hand couldn't help but grip the grip of the gun, her neat short hair caressed by the warm and windy, and her shining eyes looked at the more dazzling array of hot weapons on the table.

Everyone is more like they've found their favorite weapon, but they don't have the accessories they really need, and the 81 bar adds a rail, which adds a little more expandability, but still doesn't feel very practical.

The cold gaze swept across the broken wooden table, the simple structure supported dozens of heavy hot weapons on the table, and I saw Lin Yin clearly walking out of the shade of the tree, and randomly picked out a light machine gun of the 81-1 squad with a drum.

Although it is said to have a drum, the 2x red dot sight on the mechanical rail is particularly eye-catching, as if it has not been seen in the military sequence.

The right hand stroked the receiver cover, and the gun was skillfully picked up while holding it tightly in the sweaty hand, and the handle hanging diagonally on the side of the gun could easily lift the slightly heavy light machine gun with one hand effortlessly.

"That's a good café."

Lin Yinqing adjusted the straps hooked to the firearm, lightly grasped the rifle grip with one hand, and pointed to the quaint café building next to the courtyard with the other hand, and carefully looked at the wooden planks and dilapidated sofas on the roof.

"When did you become so emotional?"

Luo Qingxuan shook his hand, his eyes cast a questioning and surprised gaze in an instant, and his relaxed tone accompanied by the warm breeze went directly into Lin Yinqing's ears, accompanied by Luo Qingxuan's familiar indifferent expression and chic back.

"I'll mount this light machine gun on the roof of the building, give me four drums, and I can block two squads."

Lin Yinqing looked at Luo Qingxuan's back and sighed involuntarily, the hot weather made her joke that seemed to be a cold joke not so interesting, and even a little boring and irritable in Luo Qingxuan's heart, she was not in the mood to care about these things that had nothing to do with her, let alone take the time to listen to the cold jokes of her comrades.

"Don't be so indifferent, Comrade Luo Qingxuan, or Miss."

He Moyuan hid her face and smiled, casually hugged the Type 87 automatic rifle in her arms, her eyes were full of humor and teasing, consciously looking at the vicissitudes of life but the chic back, for a while her heart was full of reverence, but her mouth couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at, do you look white?"

Luo Qingxuan turned around and said, the unwillingness and embarrassment on his face were all exposed in an instant, his handsome cheeks were slightly red, and his hands holding the steel gun suddenly didn't know what to do, and in an instant, he turned the muzzle of the gun that should have been towards the sky towards the ground in an instant.

"Hey...... What kind of boyfriend are you looking for, it's fun to have a gun, isn't it good to be free alone? ”

He Moyuan shook her head decisively to express her incomprehension and doubts, looked at He Moyuan's embarrassed appearance, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, turned around regardless of her feelings, and then strode towards the dressing room, this time it was her turn to be dashing back.

Luo Qingxuan was stunned, she stomped her feet back and forth in place, eager to grit her teeth and jump into the Yellow River. At this embarrassing time, she turned her gaze to Lin Yinqing.

"See what I'm doing? I'm not Lu Yu, anyway, I know that his father is still quite anxious about major events in life, general public relations, tackling general customs, there is no hurdle in life that cannot be passed~"

Lin Yinqing sat there like an old man who had seen through the red dust, holding her favorite 81-bar light machine gun in her arms, her right hand was casually on the receiver cover, but her index finger was always moving around restlessly, and her left hand took the opportunity to drag the comfortable solid wood guard.

The sitting posture is very upright, although it looks a little loose, but it is still much more upright than ordinary people.

Luo Qingxuan blinked, and then said in her mature voice:

"That's the thing, you can't persuade me like this, the country has not opened up gun control, these things can't accompany me for the rest of my life."

After Luo Qingxuan finished speaking, she walked to the dressing room without looking back, her steps were very brisk, but her expression was very dignified, her short hair was much longer, and she was about to touch her thick black eyebrows. In the past few days in the Yunnan District, everyone's mood has slowly improved from the bottom up, but it has also slowly deteriorated from the bottom up, no one knows what this time means, but their hearts have long been as clear as a mirror.

"The helicopter at four o'clock in the afternoon, now at 11:23, everyone pay attention to rest, clean the room before leaving, carry forward the fine traditions of our People's Liberation Army, and disband!"

The girls stood in a row in front of the door of the building, each of them half an arm's length apart but with a serious expression, their eyes were wide and round, and their equipment was not uniform, making them look like guerrillas behind enemy lines.

Lin Yinqing sighed as he looked at the disbanded girls, tidied up the 95-style chest hanger, put a photo of a man in a slightly hidden place, and walked out of the spacious courtyard with his feet raised.

The scorching sun was in the shade of the trees, and everyone was not resting, but was nervously preparing for battle or cleaning.

"Something?"

"No, I'm worried."