In July, although it was nearly dusk past six o'clock, it was still sweltering, and the water vapor from the Yemai River gathered over the Brocade City, but it refused to turn into a torrential rain. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe humid air made everyone's body slimy, and even those who were able to do nothing about the malice from nature could only keep wiping the beads of sweat from their foreheads.

However, there was a group of people who did not wipe their sweat, even if their foreheads were already soaked with sweat, this group did not wipe it, because they were soldiers of the city guard, because they were in the training ground.

There was silence on the playground of the training ground, and the atmosphere of Xiao Killing had a chill of the forest, and even the temperature of the playground was lowered by a few degrees, and everyone present looked solemn, solemn to the point of even a little holy.

There are only dozens of people on the playground, and the people are no longer wearing the straight black woolen military uniforms that they wear during their daily training, but a black tight-fitting combat uniform, which is too straight and not suitable for tight-fitting combat, while the black tights are sewn from elastic fabric, which can make various large movements with the limbs without damage.

Outside the combat uniform, wearing a cut-proof vest that is also black, unless the difference in the strength of the source energy of the two sides is too large, the cut-proof vest covered with thin steel wires can block most of the sharp blade cutting, which is very effective for swinging from the black wolf's claws, of course, if it suffers from slapping and bite attacks, then there is only the destiny of each peace.

All of them sat cross-legged on the ground, no one looked at each other, no one looked around, everyone lowered their heads intently, silently sorting out every customary weapon they carried. Hook locks, wrist spurs, daggers, darts, claw sheaths, boot blades, and of course, the two short swords that come standard with each person. The weapon is placed in front of the body, the portable grinding stone is placed on the knee, the blade of the weapon is polished one last time before the battle, the surface of the weapon is polished, and the weapon is placed in the most suitable part of the body, and each step is done with extreme care. When everything was done, he put the two short swords horizontally in front of him, lowered his head and closed his eyes.

As time passed, soldiers wearing the same combat uniforms continued to walk quickly into the training ground, and the new soldiers did not speak, nodded to the crows on the podium, and silently found their place in their queue, sat down cross-legged and began to arrange their weapons.

The crow, still dressed in pitch-black crow, was sitting cross-legged on the pulpit, arranging his weapon, two silver pistols, like the other warriors.

A desert raven exudes dignity and grace, a giant serpent revolver exudes an air of simplicity and elegance, and the two pistols look no different from the works before the cataclysm three hundred years ago. Although it is an imitation, it can still be used, and each one is made by a veteran craftsman who has been in the industry for more than 40 years, and the power and performance are definitely not inferior to the original before the disaster. Of course, on the other hand, their prices are definitely expensive, and the price of any one of them can probably make an ordinary civilian frightened.

The crow didn't care about the price of the two pistols, but he was still using the most cautious movements, maintaining his pistol, ten fingers running at high speed like a flower and a butterfly, but each movement was extraordinarily gentle, gentle like a loving mother, gently patting her most spoiled child into sleep. The crow must be so gentle, because these two pistols are not only his weapons, but also his dependence and motivation to survive in this world, and he can neither nor want to lose them, even if someone puts two better pistols in front of him.

A subtle but crisp metal crash sounded, and the crow gently pushed the serpent's wheel back into place, completing the last step of gun care.

"Is this your weapon?" the female leopard was crouching to the side boredly, holding a flat flask and pouring it into her mouth, which was no longer filled with gallens, which could be compared to medical alcohol from the Far North Ice Fields, but a special brew from Damask City, with a very small production of spirits crystal hearts. The female leopard, who witnessed the whole process of adjusting the crow's firearms, finally saw the two pistols that had blocked his dozens of punches, and said with interest, "I'm really surprised that with your fighting style, you actually use a gun." ”

"Isn't that strange?" said the crow, holding up his gun to straighten the sight, without looking back, "it was a gift from an old man, and I liked them so much that I used them." ”

"There's nothing strange about it. The female leopard said curiously, "Let me take a closer look." ”

The crow did not refuse, and held the two pistols in front of the leopard for her to observe carefully.

It must be admitted that although they are weapons of killing, the two pistols are indeed very beautiful, the silver body exudes the charm of metal, the delicate trigger is smooth and shiny, the dark silver is thick and solid, and a sense of trust will rise when you hold it, even the finger grooves of the grip that are most easily ignored are maintained as smooth as new, which shows how much the owner cherishes the two pistols.

However, what does not match the degree of cherishing is that the grips of the two pistols are actually engraved with a maple leaf text each, and it is unimaginable that the owner of the pistol can bear someone to engrave words on the love gun.

The two words are obviously not engraved casually, the handwriting is beautiful and beautiful, and the elegance is full of free and easy demeanor, perhaps it is precisely because the handwriting has a faint sense of art that the two maple leaf inscriptions do not look abrupt on the handle of the gun.

"Benevolence and righteousness. These are the two words engraved on the handle of the gun.

"Hahahaha. The female leopard suppressed her voice and laughed wildly, pointed at the crow and said breathlessly, "These two words describe you?"

"It was only engraved by the person who sent me. The crow shrugged his shoulders, stroked the words on the handle of the gun with his thumb, and said with a faint smile, "She's just wishful thinking." ”

"Well, I think so, you don't have anything to do with these two words. The female leopard raised her eyebrows and teased, "It's the first time your expression has been so gentle, your woman sent it?"

"Hehe, guess what?" the crow blinked, and with a movement of his hands, the two pistols had disappeared into his hands as if by magic, as if they had never appeared. Standing up and dusting the soil, the crow looked at the warriors below and whispered, "At half past six, the people are already together, they should be coming soon." ”

Indeed, the warriors below were already lined up, a team of one hundred and ninety-nine people, the only one wearing purple clothes Fujiwara Mai stood at the front of the line, all of them stood there silently with their hands behind their backs, as if transformed into two hundred sculptures.