Zhang Biao was carefully wiping down his new toy, while secretly lamenting how much he had changed. Pen & Fun & Ge www.biquge.info If it was before, he would never have calmed down to do such a thing, but now, as long as he doesn't wipe his weapon for a day, he will feel very uncomfortable.

On the one hand, this was because he had become accustomed to his new identity and knew that a weapon in good condition, ready to fire and not malfunctioning was the greatest guarantee of life, and on the other hand, the rules of the training camp were clear, and any mercenary who did not take good care of his weapons would be severely punished - usually with his weapon held alof, rabbit jumping around the playground in twenty circles and shouting "This is my rifle, this is my wife".

Zhang Biao has not yet received such a punishment, but someone has done so. After seeing the deplorable of those unfortunate bullets with his own eyes, he began to wipe his weapons twice a day - once in the morning and once in the afternoon, neither too much, nor too little, always.

Even if it's his first vacation since he entered training camp.

It was July 4, 1895, Independence Day, so Qin Lang gave the mercenaries a day off. Of course, this was not to celebrate the National Day of the United States, but because after the Independence Day celebrations, the troops would go to Abyssinia, and he hoped that the mercenaries would be able to go on the road with peace of mind......

It seems a bit inappropriate to say this, because the word "on the road" has another meaning for Chinese, but it has to be said that Qin Lang does have such thoughts.

Casualties in war were inevitable, even if the enemy was the Italian army. After all, the rifles of the Italians are not toys for small children, and the bullets they fire do not have eyes and do not hit only the Abyssinians. No one can guarantee that everyone will be able to return to the United States safely.

The mercenaries are well aware of the dangers of their mission, but for various reasons, they have no way to get out of it, and they can only make themselves happy in other ways.

For example, having what could be the last of your life in a bar.

In fact, with the exception of a few special elements who are married and live in San Diego, almost all mercenaries are now in bars, with the exception of Zhang Biao.

There was another exception, though: William•Butz didn't go to the bar either. Not because he didn't want to go, but because he was the only mercenary who didn't get a vacation.

The reason is simple: yesterday, Mr. Butts got his new toy, the "Swinger" submachine gun, and he proudly took it around to show off. Unfortunately, not only did he stick a magazine full of bullets into it, but he also loaded the bullets...... As a result, the gun went off.

Although no one was injured or killed, his vacation was completely ruined.

Butz felt unusually depressed. "It was just an accident, the gun went off, it wasn't me who I shot on purpose......"

"William, you've said that many times." Zhang Biao glanced at him. "Anyway, you loaded the bullets. You make a mistake and you deserve to be punished, there is no other possibility. ”

"Hell, don't repeat what Smith said to me, Zhang."

"Then stop complaining to me." Zhang Biao asked, "William, I'm working." ”

"God, everyone is out there partying, and here you are wiping your weapons......" He seemed to remember something, suddenly stopped, and after a while continued: "What do you think of your new toy?" ”

This question puzzled Zhang Biao. "I remember you had one too."

"yes, but I haven't used it yet." Butz explains, "I put all my energy into 'debauchery'. ”

Zhang Biao shook his head. He couldn't understand Butz's behavior - and there were others. The company issued them weapons, albeit a carbine and not a submachine gun that everyone wanted to get, but was it necessary for them to advance their salaries and buy another "debaucher"? And it's a whole month's salary......

It's crazy.

"Mr. Ball must be fainting from laughter." He said.

"Leave that guy alone." Butz didn't care at all about Simon•Bauer, he just wanted to know what Zhang Biao thought about the carbine. If its performance is not bad, he is going to buy one as well. "Tell me, what do you think of it?"

Zhang Biao stared at him for a while, as if trying to figure out what he wanted to do, but in the end he didn't see anything. He thought for a few more seconds, then nodded. "It's a good gun."

It was the only assessment he could think of.

Very simple evaluation, but also accurate. The Varminter carbine - of course, it also has a formal but somewhat awkward name, the "Browning Light Combat Carbine" - as a weapon designed by Browning and approved by Qin Lang, it may not be a classic like the M1911, but it is certainly a good gun.

At least on paper, the performance is good.

The Varminter is a lightweight weapon, weighing only six .3 pounds empty. Not only is it lighter than a standard rifle, but it is also lighter than other carbines sold on the market; And it's only thirty-seven inches long, and it fires an easy-to-control .223 rifle cartridge -- and because of the propellant problem, the .223 rifle cartridge being produced has less muzzle kinetic energy than the M855 rifle cartridge, so the recoil is a little less.

It is therefore attractive to its potential users - hunting enthusiasts, farmers, law enforcement and security personnel, competition shooters and shooting enthusiasts.

"So, how accurate is its shooting?" Butz asks a very important question.

Shooting accuracy, which is important, no one likes to use a weapon that misses the target head-to-face, but Browning's design clearly does not have such a problem...... At least not historically, such a problem has arisen.

"Much better than your 'debauchman'." "At a distance of 100 yards, I can hit 89 rings with 10 bullets. ”

"Average?"

"Of course."

"My God." Butz was a little surprised. Among the mercenaries, although Zhang Biao is not the worst marksman, he definitely belongs to the bottom hundred, if he can score an average of eighty-nine rings...... It's only a hundred yards, but it seems to be telling a little bit as well.

He thought about it for a few more seconds. "Can it shoot continuously like a 'debaucher'?"

"Mine can't." This was a rather frustrating fact for Zhang Biao - although Browning had designed an automatic weapon with bursting fire, some of the carbines actually produced were single-shot models, and Smith's team had obtained just that.

Because Qin Lang is preparing to launch two different specifications of carbine to the market: a civilian sports model that can only shoot semi-automatically and a government law enforcement model that has an automatic fire mode.

Of course, with just a few parts replaced, the former can quickly become the latter – and vice versa.

"But I don't want to." Zhang Biao said.

Butz raised an eyebrow. "Why? To save a few dollars on parts? ”

"When you're planning to get married and you don't have that much money, you'll find that every penny counts." With that, he began to continue wiping down the parts, but soon stopped again and turned his head to look at Butz. "William, why don't you go to the shooting range with your carbine?"

"How?"

"Nothing, just I thought, since you're so interested in it, why not try it yourself?"

"That's right, man, I really should try it myself." Butz exclaimed excitedly. He jumped out of bed and rushed out of the barracks like a gust of wind.

"This idiot." Looking at the smoke and dust he left behind, Zhang Biao showed a look of pity, and slowly shook his head, "You didn't even take your own gun away, shooting?" Are you kidding. He muttered softly, half to himself, "He has to come back one more time." ”

Sure enough, a minute later, Butz rushed into the barracks again at the same speed. "Zhang, where's my gun?"

……

"Qin, there's something I want to discuss with you."

"I thought, that must not be a good thing." Qin Lang narrowed his eyes and looked at Duncan, who had just sat down across from him, with a seemingly casual gaze - his expression told him that Mr. Sandy must have some strange request that he wanted to be approved. "Duncan, what do you want to do?"

Don't be a messy association......

"I want to go to Abyssinian too." Duncan requested. Despite the fact that it was he who traded with the Abyssinians, the company was ready to send only a high-ranking representative there, and on the board of directors this place was occupied by O'Connor. So now, Duncan wants to add a slot.

But he had to convince Qin Lang.

"Give me a reason." Qin Lang said.

Didn't say no outright? Duncan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Because I am the one who negotiates deals with the Abyssinians...... And, of course, you. "They don't know or see Sean or anyone else, and if I don't go there, there's going to be some unexpected trouble......

"Maybe you're a nuisance yourself." Qin Lang interrupted him, "Remember?" You can't even shoot a gun in front of the enemy. ”

That's what happened when they first met. It's been two years, but it's still a stain on Duncan. He was embarrassed by it. "Not this time, Qin." He defended himself, "I've changed it. ”

"Really?"

"I can swear."

Qin Lang stared at him for a while. "Well, let's hope we didn't make a mistake." He took two pistols out of a drawer, "For your safety, take them." ”

"What is this?" Duncan looked at the two pistols. They were very similar to the two pistols that Qin Lang had used at the beginning, but they weren't in reality.

"This is a .45 caliber semi-automatic pistol designed by Browning." Qin Lang's voice became pleasant, "The company will put it into mass production tomorrow." ”

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