"The owner of this ranch is also a rich family in our town, hey, in this last world, there is money to use it!"

Yan Hua walked into the house, opened the drawers and began to rummage, muttering to Bai Bing and Chen Mo.

After hearing this, Chen Mo also sighed slightly and walked towards the house, and Bai Bing also began to search in the ranch owner's house to see if he could find something useful.

It was quiet around the ranch, and the ordinary zombies outside began to wander aimlessly again after losing their targets.

"Huh?"

Chen Mo, who entered the bedroom of the house, saw a gray cloth covered with a square thing as soon as he entered the door.

With some doubts, Chen Mo walked towards the gray cloth.

Then I saw Chen Mo, who was covered with gauze, walked to the front of the gray step, stretched out his hand and tore the dusty ash step away, and then looked at it after a burst of dust.

"Tsk, this is a generator?"

Looking at the machine in front of him, which exuded a smell of diesel fuel and some gears linked together, Chen Mo chirped and then said to the air in front of him with some confusion.

'Bang! ’

"Gan!"

As soon as he bent down and didn't take a closer look at the machine in front of him that looked exactly like a diesel generator, Chen Mo heard a 'bang' gunshots outside the bedroom, and then heard Yan Hua scream in horror.

"Firearms?"

Chen Mo didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly got up and rushed to the outside of the bedroom with an arrow step, and at the same time, the katana on the side of the backpack had been pulled out again and held tightly in his hand.

"Uh, Brother Chen Mo, hehe, go crazy, go crazy, hey, hey, hey..."

As soon as Chen Mo, who was dignified under the gauze, rushed outside the bedroom, he saw Yan Hua, who was holding a shotgun, scratching his head embarrassedly and saying to himself.

Seeing that there was still a trace of white smoke from the muzzle of the shotgun in Yan Hua's hand, Chen Mo's eyelids instantly drooped, and he looked at Yan Hua a little helplessly and said.

"Where did you find it?"

"That's it, there's a long wooden box under the couch, and as soon as I open it, I see this, and several of these things that are the same as batteries..."

'Uh-huh! Titicaca! ’

As Yan Hua opened his mouth awkwardly, there were several howls of zombies outside the house, and there was no need to think about it, it must have been the sound of gunfire that attracted the zombies.

"What, what's wrong, happened, what's going on?"

Later, Bai Bing, who also arrived when he heard the sound, saw Yan Hua and Chen Mo staring at each other, and immediately asked.

"It's okay, it's okay, I picked up a shotgun..."

After hearing Bai Bing's voice, Yan Hua scratched his head again and said to Bai Bing with a haha.

"It's not a shotgun, it's a serious shotgun, and the one in this wooden box isn't a battery, it's the ammunition for a shotgun."

Listening to the sound that began to be a little noisy outside, Chen Moyi frowned, walked to the rectangular wooden box, squatted down, picked up a piece of shotgun ammunition, looked at it, and said to Yan Hua.

"Shotguns? Isn't that..."

As Yan Hua began to chatter with some excitement, the running zombies who heard the sound of shotguns around him also roared and waved their arms to find the source of the sound.

"Shotguns, I won't use them."

Yan Hua, who had been chattering for a long time, heard the hissing sound outside and gradually regained his composure, and after calming down, Yan Hua said to Chen Mo with an embarrassed face.

Hearing this, Chen Mo inserted the katana back into its scabbard, turned his head to look at the white soldier who was looking at the shotgun in Yan Hua's hand with a light in his eyes.

Listening to the zombies outside the house having begun to slap on the door and glass, Chen Momeng's eyebrows under the gauze raised slightly, and then he said to Bai Bing in a lukewarm tone.

"This thing is called a shotgun, and some people call it a shotgun, but it's all the same, and the close-range lethality is huge, so you can use it?"

Bai Bing, who heard Chen Mo asking him a question, first looked at him for a moment, and then lowered his head a little lonely, and replied to Chen Mo with some loss.

"No, but I've used it in the game!"

Immediately afterwards, Bai Bing looked at Chen Mo again, Chen Mo also rolled his eyes when he heard this, and then reached out to take the shotgun handed by Yan Hua, handed it to Bai Bing and said.

"Then tell me what model this shotgun is, and I'll teach you how to use it if you get it right."

Looking at Chen Mo, who didn't look like a joke in front of him, Bai Bing slowly rolled up and down his Adam's apple and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling that his throat was a little dry, and said.

"This, this is, the M1897, designed by Browning, has a twenty-inch barrel, and a bayonet mount under the muzzle, and a bayonet with a equipped model, and the firing power is huge."

Hearing Bai Bing's somewhat stammering answer, the corners of Chen Mo's mouth buried under the gauze also hooked up a smile, and he spoke again with a little appreciation in his eyes.

"It's the M1897, yes, but there is no bayonet mount, the power is huge, but the recoil is also huge, if there is no correct posture with the gun ..."

The white soldier with curiosity in his eyes could only hear Chen Mo's voice in his ears at this time.

Yan Hua, who was standing on the side, also listened to Chen Mo with some curiosity, and the three people in the room completely ignored the four or five zombies outside the house who were slapping the windows and walls.

Nine out of ten men were fond of firearms, and the remaining one was fond of tanks.

This sentence also illustrates the current situation, Chen Mo kept demonstrating with a shotgun in his hand, and Yan Hua and Bai Bing on the side also listened with relish.

"That's it! That's probably all, I'll show you how to do it, and cover your ears. ”

There was still a cold voice, but the white soldier who heard Chen Mo's words fell did not feel a trace of unhappiness, but had a little more admiration for this young man of his age.

Seeing Chen Mo with a head full of gauze, he suddenly opened the shotgun from the front of the butt, and then shook out an empty bullet casing.

'Click'

With two crisp sounds, Chen Mo had already picked up a battery-sized ammunition in the wooden box on the ground and flung the shotgun upwards after loading, and the shotgun returned to its original state in an instant.

This set of actions was almost completed in the blink of an eye, and Yan Hua, who saw it on the side, was stunned.

As Chen Mo stuck the butt of the shotgun on top of his squeaky nest, he slowly picked up the gun and walked towards the wooden door of the house.

Yan Hua, who saw Chen Mo moving, also subconsciously took a few steps back, and slowly covered his ears with his hands.

Then he saw Yan Hua and Bai Bing looking at Chen Mo's next move with curiosity in his eyes.

'Bang'

As Chen Mo kicked open the wooden door of the house, the two zombies who were slapping the glass immediately reacted and immediately roared at Chen Mo and waved their arms towards Chen Mo.

At this time, the white soldier, who had already exploded his desire for knowledge, also stood behind Chen Mo, and watched Chen Mo's posture holding the gun and the movements in Chen Mo's hands with wide eyes.