King Gui Shizi patted the bronze ancient sword on his waist, it is said to be the Qin sword used by Bai Qi, whether it is true or false is unknown: "This Zhuangzi will be the son of this world in the future." ”

Zhu Yulu turned his head to look at King Gui's son, looking like he had seen a fool, you think this is Hengzhou, the territory of King Gui's domain, and what you want is just a matter of words.

Really.

King Fu kicked King Gui's ass and reprimanded: "What stinky farts are you putting around, your father who was beaten by the industrial uncle one day doesn't know you, don't blame this son for not reminding you." ”

The murderous Prince Gui was afraid of anyone, and he was kicked in public, and he was angry on the spot, and he pulled out the bronze ancient sword to stab the Prince of Fu.

"Bang!"

After a gunshot, the lead bullet of the Type 300 rifle hit the spine of the bronze ancient sword, and the prince of Gui was numb in both hands, and he could barely hold the sharp sword.

On the second floor of a restaurant two hundred and fifty steps away, Zhu Shun put down the Type 300 rifle in his hand and picked up the second Type 300 rifle handed over by Cao Dingjiao.

Zhu Shun picked up the Type 300 rifle, his eyes quickly aimed at the 2.5x mirror, and aimed at the prince of Gui.

It took less than two breaths to do it in one go.

"Bang!"

After another gunshot, the bronze ancient sword in the hand of King Gui fell to the ground, and the tiger's mouth cracked, bleeding out.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Before the princes of the clan could understand what was going on, Zhu Shun fired eleven shots in succession, and wrote a dead word with lead bullet in front of the prince of Gui.

The princes of the clan subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Zhu Yulu running quickly behind a pile of satin sedan chairs, and also dodged.

The prince of Gui Wang, who was attacked, was full of excitement, staring at the lead bullet holes on the ground, revealing a greedy look: "This strange man with accurate marksmanship is the son of this world." ”

The scene of entering the industrial city was actually planned by the prince of King Fu who took the initiative to find Zhu Shun, in order to kill the princes of the clan first.

These nobles are the most powerful people in the Ming Dynasty, arrogant, and accustomed to the law of no king in their respective vassals, it is difficult to listen to the words of others.

One of the backbones, King Gui's son, suffered a big loss at the hands of Zhu Shun, and the prince of Fuwang wore a pair of pants with Zhu Shun, and the princes of the clan couldn't be arrogant if they wanted to.

In the eyes of the other princes of the clan, the prince of Fuwang heroically crossed the word 'death', held an oil-paper umbrella and walked to the door of the restaurant two hundred and fifty steps away, tilting his head and talking about something.

The rest of the clan princes were nervously concerned about what the prince of Fu Wang and the industrial uncle had discussed, and the cast iron gate behind him had been closed, and if a team of swords and axes were really killed, their lives would really be gone.

Only King Gui and Zhu Yulu noticed a detail, King Fu Shizi walked to a place two hundred and fifty steps away, so it can be said that Gong Bo shot King Gui Shizi at a distance of two hundred and fifty steps.

King Gui's mouth was a little dry, and his heartbeat suddenly increased a lot, this industrial uncle's marksmanship can almost be said to be Li Guang in the gun, this is a distance of two hundred and fifty steps, and thirteen shots of lead shots must be hit.

Where does the prince of King Gui dare to say that the industrial uncle is his, there is only one thought, if he is older than him, find an opportunity to worship as a martial artist, and ask this world's number one marksman to teach the ancestral mastery.

If you don't teach him, you won't leave here, anyway, the emperor didn't say when the princes of the clan would go back, and the dead skin and face would have to learn marksmanship.

Zhu Yulu's palm froze when he shook the feather fan, but he didn't care about people, but things.

The range of the Bird Gun is between one hundred and fifty paces to one hundred and eighty paces, and only a few fine Bird Guns can reach a distance of two hundred paces.

Not only did the range of this musket reach two hundred and fifty paces, far exceeding the maximum range of a normal bird's gun, but the lead bullet could also knock off the bronze ancient sword of King Gui's son, and even crack the tiger's mouth.

Zhu Yulu looked at the palm of King Gui's hand that kept dripping blood, and narrowed his eyes, according to the power of ordinary muskets, the range of this musket reached at least three hundred and fifty steps, or even four hundred steps.

The firing range is one mile, is this still a bird's gun, it is clearly artillery!

Zhu Yulu looked at the second floor in the heavy rain, and a trace of greed appeared in his heart, he was very eager to get this kind of bird's gun, and he wanted to get it at all costs.

The princes of the clan had different thoughts and thought about a cup of tea, and the prince of Fuwang stepped on the extremely fast flowing rainwater and walked over with an oil-paper umbrella.

The prince of Fuwang looked at the princes of the clan who were hiding behind the satin sedan chair, and cautiously poked his head out to watch, laughing in his heart, but his face was scolding: "Come out quickly, what kind of body is it that is cowering." ”

"Uncle Gong said that you are allowed to enter the workers' hall, tidy up your clothes and go with this son."

The building of the workers' hall is very similar to that of Fujian tulou.

The hall as a whole is circular, with wings in a circle, and a large garden in the middle.

There is a stage facing north and south in the garden, but it is not used for singing, it is the place where Zhu Shun usually speaks to the factory owner.

The Baifu on the other side of the river has become Zhu Shun's other business, and from time to time he goes back to live for a few days, which is regarded as a cultivation mood.

There were more than 400 people who came over this time, and the garden was just right to sit down, and the princes of the clan sat on the Huanghuali official hat chair in order according to their status.

On the carved coffee table next to it, there is some preserved fruit tea.

Zhu Shun stood upstairs, quietly overlooking the situation on the first floor, waiting for these princes of the clan in brocade clothes and jade belts to sit down and walk downstairs.

"Da-da-da-da-"

The princes of the clan heard the sound of the wooden staircase in front of them, looked over, and a young man came down from the upper floor, and when he saw the young man's appearance, the same thought came to his heart.

What a good-looking son.

It's just that this young man doesn't have the frivolity of a son, but is a bit like a Confucian standing in front of the window practicing calligraphy, revealing a calm atmosphere from the inside out.

With the precedent just now, and seeing Zhu Shun's extraordinary bearing, no one in the clan dared to despise this young industrial uncle.

When the three of them heard the noisy discussion behind them, they looked back and saw that the princes of the clan were honestly sitting on the Huanghuali official hat chair, more well-behaved than the children in the private school.

The prince of Fu Wang couldn't help but laugh, it seemed that the strategy he discussed with Brother Zhu had succeeded, and he had successfully subdued this group of heavenly nobles.

King Gui Shizi and Zhu Yulu were even more curious about Zhu Shun, and kept looking at Zhu Shun to see how three-headed and six-armed this industrial uncle was.

But when Prince Gui and Zhu Yulu heard the first words of Gongbo, they were not in the mood to be curious, and their eyes widened instantly.

The rest of the clan clans were even more unbearable, not only widening their eyes, but also their faces were full of astonishment.

Zhu Shun walked onto the stage, looked at the dense princes of the clan, and said a word calmly.

"Do you want to be emperor?"

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