The bright morning sun hung in the sky, and on the clean blue sky, a touch of rose-like color slowly stretched out. The blue-blue dawn silently passed through the steep mountain passes, as if searching for something that had been forgotten yesterday. The sunlight filtered through the trees and even slipped under the fallen leaves, going everywhere.

On the edge of a small river lay a dark shadow, and when I looked closely, it turned out to be a man in a blue-gray uniform. Slowly, this person moved slightly, and after a while, this person struggled to sit up and reveal his face, it turned out to be a young man about twenty-one or twelve years old, ordinary appearance, but with a straight nose, this young man was the unfortunate comrade Pang Gang, the chengguan who was beaten into the moat.

After Pang Gang struggled to sit up, he looked at the newborn Chaoyang on his head, and had some doubts in his heart, "Well, I remember that I was knocked into the moat by Pork Rong at noon, and I didn't know anything after falling into the river, why is it morning now, have I been in a coma here all night?" ”

"Hey, isn't the environment right here? How did I end up here? Is there such a beautiful view around Star Lake City? Pang Gang, who came back to his senses, sat on the ground, slowly looking at the surrounding scenery, and the doubts in his heart became heavier and heavier.

The moat, as the name suggests, is an artificially dug river that flows around the city, and the moat in Xinghu City is not connected to any major rivers of the Yangtze River, so Pang Gang, who has just woken up, also expressed his incomprehension of why he came here.

After sitting for a while, Pang just felt that his chest was caught by something hard, and after thinking about it, he remembered that he had tied a book he had bought at a stall on the stall and hadn't had time to read it as a shield to his chest yesterday when he was on duty. I was stabbed by that pork Rong yesterday.,The reason why I didn't die is because of this book.。

Thinking of this, Pang Gang untied the still wet uniform on his body to reveal the shirt inside, and then carefully untied a black cuboid fixed to his chest.

When Pang Gang slowly untied the bag that he had wrapped tightly in several black plastic bags, and saw the books that were slowly revealing his true face, his mouth slowly opened wide, big enough to fit a duck egg.

At this time, what appeared in front of Pang Gang was a book about two centimeters thick, the size of eight sheets of paper, and on the cover of the book was written six simplified characters "Modern Weapons Encyclopedia". Well, that's not the point, it's not the problem, Comrade Pang Gang, who grew up under the red flag, grew up looking at simplified characters. Underneath the large letters is a group of European soldiers shooting at each other with primitive rifles. Well, that's not the point, we can't sue people for admiring foreign flattery just because they have adopted such a cover. But the crux of the matter is that this picture will move, like a movie, constantly showing the scene of soldiers firing their guns en masse. It's scary!

"Nima, this is the situation of Shenma? Is this still the same book I bought yesterday? ”

Putting down the book, Pang Gang, who looked a little sluggish, looked up at the sky, and then looked at the surrounding flowers and trees, well, the sun is orange, the trees are green, and the surrounding wildflowers are red, everything is normal, and my eyes are fine, but how did this book become like this?

I lowered my head and looked at the book, and the picture on the book was still flickering. Damn, didn't the buddy buy a pirated copy of a 300 yuan book at the stall yesterday, but an Apple tablet for 3,000 yuan? Or is this book possessed by the dead ghost who can't die?

Suspicious, Pang Gang stretched out a somewhat trembling hand and opened the book, the paper of which had now become a material he had never seen before. It looks like gold but not gold, like silver and not silver, and it doesn't look like ordinary paper, but more like a special synthetic substance, and it is difficult to analyze what kind of substance it is with the poor knowledge of Comrade Pang Gang.

However, the content in this book is still very reliable, the first dozens of pages are cold weapons, which are written in detail from the bronze halberd of the Shang Dynasty to the Mo knife of the Tang Dynasty, the Damascus scimitar of the Persians to the saber of modern times, and it is also equipped with color pictures. The next dozens of pages talk about the light weapons of hot weapons, which include everything from the primitive rockets of the Song Dynasty, the fire guns and bird guns of the Ming Dynasty to arquebuses, flintlock guns, and then to the front-loading rifles of modern times. Then there is the artillery chapter and the ship chapter.

Pang Gang, who scribbled through the book, found something that made him a little annoyed, that is, except for the cold weapons in the front chapter, which is a color picture, the back pictures are all black and white.

"It's really enough to rely on these damn pirates, even a few pages of color pictures are only made, and then black and white pictures are used to fool me, isn't it possible that those destroyers are using this method to make money?" Pang Gang was just about to close the book, but he was a little surprised to find that there were familiar Arabic numerals under these pictures.

For example, the price of an iron ore 200 and wood 30 is marked below an arquebus, and under the picture of a flintlock pistol next to it is marked with iron ore 300 and tungsten ore 50, and the front rifle at the back is marked with the price of iron ore 500, wood 100 and tungsten ore 100.

"This is what Shenma means, is this the price list that indicates these guns?" Comrade Pang Gang said that he did not understand, but when Pang Gang, who was very curious, turned the book to the cold weapons chapter in front of him, he found that there were also symbols representing prices under these cold weapons, but the prices of these cold weapons were much cheaper than the hot weapons in the back. For example, a saber only bears the price of iron ore 10, and a famous Damascus scimitar only marks the price of iron ore 30.

"It seems that cold weapons are really worthless, even those unscrupulous pirates don't look down on you!" Pang Gang shook his head, and his fingers unconsciously poked one of the colorful pictures. Suddenly, he felt a cool flash of his fingers, and a black cloud appeared in front of him, which quickly turned into the shape of a knife, and then fell on the grass with a "click", and a scimitar appeared in front of Pang Gang.

"Uh, what's going on? Dude hallucinating again? Pang Gang, who was jumped, stretched out his right hand tremblingly, and slowly grabbed the scimitar to the ground. Slowly grasping the hilt of the scimitar, it felt very real and not like an illusion.

When Pang Gang put the knife in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, his sensitive skin suddenly felt a chill invade. He took a closer look, this knife is in an arc shape, about 100 centimeters long, about 1 centimeter thick, weighing about 2.5 kilograms, the full length of the knife is about three-quarters of the point is particularly widened, there is also a reverse blade on the back of the knife on this widened surface, a blood groove is applied on the knife surface, the handguard is cross-shaped, and the handle of the knife is bent down into a spherical shape, which seems to be to prevent it from getting out of the hand in the chopping.

Moreover, the veins on the body of this knife are like silk textures, and the whole knife is shiny, which is exactly one of the unique patterns of Damascus scimitars.

Holding the scimitar, Pang Gang looked at the book on his lap again, and it was clearly written under the picture, the place of origin: Ottoman Turkish Empire, the name of the knife: Kili scimitar.

"Damn, it's a real guy!" As a pseudo-military fan who often fights in the iron-blooded military network, even if he is unheard, he knows how much an authentic Damascus scimitar is worth, and the value of this knife is enough for him to buy a 100-square-meter suite in the second-tier city of Xinghu.

"Well, how did this knife come out of the book, and did it do magic with empty hands?" Pang Gang was a little confused by this sudden incident, and since yesterday, strange things have been one after another. fell into the moat and didn't die, and then suddenly appeared by the river, and then conjured things out of the book, one strange thing after another made Pang Gang a little numb.

"Forget it, no matter what, let's see how to find a way home for now, Pork Rong! Wait until I go back and see how I clean you up! Pang Gang was also ruthless in his heart, struggled to stand up, picked up the Keli scimitar and the "Encyclopedia of Modern Weapons", and slowly walked forward

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