"Hi, you!"

Just as Wen Wen was fascinated, a shrill voice suddenly sounded from behind him, and Wen Wen looked back to see a dwarf who looked older than the other red dwarfs, holding a crude cigarette in his mouth, holding a shotgun-like weapon in his hand and looking at him vigilantly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What the hell!"

"Uh, I'm here ......"

"Ha, are you a humanoid spy sent by the demons?" Without waiting for Wen Wen to finish speaking, the "old red elf" in front of him raised the shotgun in his hand, pointed at the gentle nose and scolded loudly, "Hmph, don't want to destroy our factory where weapons are produced, believe it or not, I will kill you with one shot!" ”

"Believe it, you put the gun down first, we have something to say."

Wen Wen looked at the muzzle of the black hole in front of him in a cold sweat, and the red old dwarf holding the gun also squinted at Wen Wen in front of him, and said suspiciously: "It's obviously Zhang Sheng's face, why is it a little familiar?" ”

"Uncle Bill, that's the new Sentry!"

I don't know who shouted in the factory, and the "Uncle Bill" in front of him put down the shotgun in his hand, breathed a long sigh of relief, and whispered: "Huh, why am I so familiar, I was far away from the city wall just now, I can't see clearly, and you have changed your clothes...... Really, why didn't you tell me you were the sentry commander just now, and I almost shot it! ”

"Your old man didn't give me a chance to say it!" Wen Wen looked at Uncle Bill in front of him with a broken face, "I just stood here for five seconds when your old man put a gun in my nose." ”

"Haha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the demons are very cunning, old man, this blacksmith of mine is the arsenal of the outpost, and there are no surprises here." Uncle Bill in front of him shook the shotgun that was about as tall as him and carried it on his shoulder, "So the new sentry, what are you here for, inspecting the work?" ”

"No, I have a question, and Meryuli asked me to ask you directly."

"Oh? What's the doubt? ”

"How did the arrows fired by our warriors explode when they hit the ground?" Mildly looked at Uncle Bill suspiciously, "Did you use something like a magic charm?" ”

"Magic charms, hmph, we're omnipotent Keene, how could we use that kind of thing!" Uncle Bill snorted disdainfully, turned his head and walked directly into the munitions factory, and it didn't take long for him to take out a swarthy arrow and hand it to Gentle, "This is the burst arrow I created!" How's that, the name is cool, right? ”

Ignoring Uncle Bill, who was boasting about himself, he gently took the Burst Arrow and carefully examined its construction.

It seems to be just an ordinary arrow, but the part of the arrow seems to be able to rotate down, and with a slight effort, the part of the arrow loosens.

"Hey, be careful, there's ...... in there"

Before Uncle Bill finished speaking, Wen Wen had already removed the arrow, and with a slight shake, the black powder in the arrow body sprinkled in his palm, and he leaned in front of his nose and sniffed it, and the truth was exactly what he thought.

Gunpowder.

"Young man, connoisseur." Uncle Bill, who watched gently do this series of movements, squinted his eyes and said appreciatively, "The movements are so professional, do you know what this is?" ”

"I don't know what you call these things, but in our place it's called gunpowder."

"We're no different from you at this point, it's all called gunpowder."

Uncle Bill looked at Wen Wen, who was squatting in front of him and fiddling with gunpowder, and gushed about the power of gunpowder as if he had met a confidant.

"Magicians look down on these things, they don't know how terrifyingly powerful these humble powders are." Uncle Bill reached out and gently picked up a little gunpowder from his gentle hand, his eyes flashing with pride, "The most important thing is that this thing is different from magic, anyone can use it!" ”

No wonder the defenders' arrows explode, and when the high-temperature honeycomb spirits touch this, they don't detonate directly!

"But it's a pity, this thing is only useful to these fire demons today, and in the face of ordinary big demons, it is no different from ordinary arrows." Uncle Bill sighed and said, "It would be perfect if this thing could blow up against an ordinary Great Demon." ”

Uncle Bill's words stunned Wen Wen for a moment, and he turned his head to stare at the huge machinery in operation in the workshop, his thoughts wandering.

You must know that when he was in the earth world, he was a serious medical pharmacist, although his level in clinical medicine was indeed not high, but in terms of the use and management of poison, narcotics, limits, dramas, precious drugs and other drugs, he said that he was the second in the school, and no one dared to call him the first!

Except, of course, his mentors.

Looking down at the black powder in his hand, gunpowder is also a kind of medicine under certain circumstances, although he doesn't know much about it, but he also knows a little.

The powders on his hands have an obvious dull feeling between the rubbing of his fingers, obviously mixed with a lot of impurities, because he doesn't know the production process of the Keen people, so he can't purify them in a short time, but the finished product is already here, and improvement is only a matter of minutes for him.

Next is the carrier, or rather, the tools that use these black powders.

Wen Wen looked left and right in Uncle Bill's arsenal, and found nothing like that, just when he was a little depressed, he turned his head and happened to see a single-barrel shotgun held by Uncle Bill as a crutch.

Uncle Bill was bored to follow Wen Wen around, but at this time he suddenly saw the flickering green light in Wen Wen's eyes, Uncle was stunned, and before he could react to what was going on, the baby bump in his hand had been snatched away by Wen Wen.

"You...... What are you doing, it's my masterpiece, don't break it! ”

"yes, I see."

"You can't break it there, it will be broken!"

"yes, I see."

"Click!!!

“……”

Uncle Bill wanted to cry and watched the new sentinel in front of him tear up his beloved baby bumps, if it weren't for the apprentices next to him, it is estimated that Wen Wen would have been thrown into the furnace by the angry old man.

Most of the boys are military fans.,Mild is no exception.,All kinds of military impurities、Various types of military games are also more or less involved.,Although not a fanatical military fan.,But I also know a little bit about it.。

After dismantling the old man's beloved single-mouthed shotgun, Gentleness finally confirmed the fact that he least wanted to see in his mind - the guns of this world were not much different from those earthen guns and earth cannons in the world on Earth.

Although the purpose of firing is achieved by the trigger linkage firing pin, it is generally at odds with the mildly imagined modern firearms.

What can I do?

"Uncle Bill, you're here...... Can you do anything? ”

"Of course, we're all-powerful Keene!" Uncle Bill patted his chest proudly, and immediately returned to his terrible expression of blowing his beard and staring, "You bare boy, don't try to change the topic, pay me for the gun!" If it's dismantled like this, it can't be repaired......"