Mountaintop.

Geng Liang and the others have killed a bear and a three-headed tiger.

I didn't count the pheasants and hares that I had hit, and I had three bags.

One of the tigers was blind, so that the bombardment could not be wanted.

This mountain is really, really a treasure.

At this time, Geng Liang was gesturing, asking everyone to ambush first and set up the cannon.

Because the four strong people in the tree in the distance, and the other two scouts hanging on the tree, were gesturing at him at the same time, meaning that there were wolves ahead.

He also quietly drew a circle with his arm and sent a message: Not far away, there are many, many wolves.

Tian Xifa and a group of soldiers lay on the snow with a whirl, motionless.

On such a cold day, Tian Xifa saw sweat in his head, and he clutched the bow and arrow given by Geng Liang in his hand.

Song Fugui and Da Lang were holding the iron rake they used to fight wolves, and they were also holding their breath, leaning behind the tree, staring at Geng Liang and other orders.

Geng Liang first glanced at the cannon, then put the fire and nitrate lightly, and then waved his hand to the team lying in the snow in the upper left.

Just looking, he waved his hand, and more than a dozen soldiers immediately jumped out with sabers.

These dozen or so people are responsible for luring wolves.

It's called luring a wolf into the house.

In the blink of an eye, the dozen boys ran back, and they ran so fully that not only the white cloak and hat were blown off by the wind, but the cotton hat inside also fell off.

But I can't take care of picking it up, I really can't take care of it.

Lying down, it is estimated that there are more than forty wolves in the back butt who are chasing them, and they don't dare to look back.

Don't say these soldiers are cowardly.

To know more than forty, what is the concept.

As long as the cunning wolves are in a pack, their attack power will be doubled, not to mention, a large group of more than forty.

Such a large group can attack humans, and a few claws can pounce on more than a dozen people, and in the blink of an eye, they can bite off people's necks with a whimper.

That's it, more than forty, probably still according to incomplete statistics.

If you count it completely, there should be other wolf families living in other areas on this mountain, no wonder there is a wolf plague here.

Geng Liang roared: "Release." ”

"Bang!" A cannon flew out and blasted into the frenzied wolves.

The wolves scattered in all directions, a little frightened, and turned around and ran to the top of the hill.

Geng Liang took the gunpowder and rushed forward in the smoke of the gun.

Squinted to see one, and shot with a gun.

The archers and crossbowmen around him frequently attacked the wolves as they ran.

For a moment, the swords in the forest were whizzing and flying.

More than a dozen or twenty wolves in a row let out a painful howl, one after another, and the howling one was miserable.

It is rumored that when the wolf is on the verge of death, its howl is not a cry of pain, nor is it exactly calling for help from its kind.

It's about passing it outward.

Tell its companions who might be alive where its nest and the rivers it finds are. Let them live well.

Geng Liang killed more than a dozen fierce wolves first, and there should be a wolf in them.

Song Fugui and them, then they rushed forward with an iron rake.

The five strong men sent by Renjia Village also rushed forward.

The five people in Renjia Village shouted: "Hack it, hack it." ”

Song Fugui and the others shouted like a demonic barrier: "Don't destroy the skin too much, don't destroy the skin too much." ”

Just when the wolves were fighting, and they were crazy about killing wild beasts in the mountains.

Song Fuling was sitting at the kang table and wrote:

What is an airplane, what is a tank, nicknamed Iron.

What is an MP submachine gun, what is a large-capacity magazine.

The guns here are fired at a single shot, and occasionally they may explode.

didn't wait for someone else to do it, so I blew myself up first.

And the soldiers in her story have already fallen from the sky, put away their parachutes, quickly assembled, and the black pressure was overwhelming, and they attacked and rushed to the battlefield.

He brought a machine gun that would shoot suddenly.

The rate of fire can reach a thousand rounds per minute, and the range can be up to 1000 meters.

What is called a minute.

Song Fuling commented on the script: Please listen to the story, count it in your heart, and make up for it in your brain. If you can't, just slap yourself in the face.

This type of gun, nicknamed: "chainsaw".

The chainsaw is here, and it's incredibly powerful.

Before they could fight, the enemy was terrified and did not dare to face each other.

Because only with such a weapon can you run and shoot with a gun in a mobile way, which will bring great damage to the enemy's attacking infantry.

And she doesn't plan to write more stories today.

After introducing these weapons, the plot was stopped when it was written that "Blitzkrieg" was about to break out.

Then, from the perspective of the narrator, she introduced in detail the degree of development of the welding process in the Eagle Country, and she entered the space today to check the books on this subject.

For parts, there are many factories that produce them separately and assemble them in a unified manner.

Write about the efforts of the Eagle Nation, the whole country, all walks of life will fight for this battle.

She wants to illustrate a problem in disguise through the story, a battle is actually fought in an all-round and three-dimensional way.

Your country must not only have money and food, but also keep up with your production in all aspects.

If you can't keep up, you can't produce anything, everything is in vain.

Whether you are a carpenter, blacksmith, well digger, including digging pits and digging for oil, you must develop in all aspects.

It may seem that some aspects have nothing to do with the war, but in fact, there are inextricable relationships.

For example, the simplest example, like her making cakes.

She also didn't want to make cakes with animal cream, how expensive and laborious.

In a modern cake shop, if you use animal milk to purify the cake, you can't think that the cost will be expensive and you will lose money.

She also wants to use margarine, and there will be a lot of it as soon as it is produced, and the cost will be reduced a lot, but is there a factory here?

Her father, her father also wants to have big peppers and small peppers, so that all kinds of peppers can be had. What to cook and what peppers to use.

But is it possible? How could it be possible to be so elaborate here as it is in modern times. There are no seeds.

So, everything needs to be kept up with the productivity of all walks of life. It is necessary to develop in an all-round way

Song Fuling hopes that even if there is only one person who cares about the story in the future, even if she only gets a little inspiration, her "fantasy story" will not be written in vain.

"Fat girl, are you at home?" Grandpa Song came back and asked under the window.

"Grandpa, at home, if you are tired, go into the house and lie down."

I'm afraid that grandpa will be embarrassed to enter the house.

It's not that there is no house to rest, the grandfather's house is vacant for those generals.

Unexpectedly, the old man asked, "What about you writing?" ”

"yes."

"Okay, okay, let's make it up, make it up, write it quickly." After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and left.

A bunch of work, what to do when you go into the house to lie down, and you have to let the women pick up the food.

He just came to ask.

The cat's paw scratched last night, and I was afraid that the fat girl wouldn't continue to make up the book today, so I was broken, so troublesome.

Song Fuling doesn't know how much impact her "fantasy book" has on real ancient people.

They don't listen to people tell stories that they can't even think of, saying that people can fly in the sky and float all over the sky, and everyone who listens to them is stunned.

The key is that it's still floating, and it's not okay to fall to death.

I have to listen to the fat girl talk tonight.

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