readsfreenovel Chapter 61 The Sixth Prince... Times are changing...
Chapter 61 The Sixth Prince... Times are changing...
On this vast land of Zhongyuan City, a military training ground stands quietly.
Under the sunlight, the training ground, paved with loess, appeared exceptionally spacious. It was surrounded by tall city walls, with flags fluttering in the wind atop the walls.
In the center of the field, a tall command platform stands proudly, and below the platform are various training facilities: sword and spear racks, archery targets, and arenas.
Pei Yunjing stood in front of the archery target, holding a Type 77 pistol. The training ground had been cleared, and only he, Pei Nanxing, and He Qiang were present.
He wore a simple yet dignified dark blue robe. The robe was made of the finest silk, with a smooth texture and excellent drape.
The pistol he was clutching tightly in his hand seemed particularly out of place;
Pei Yunjing kept his eyes closed, replaying the operation video on the tablet in his mind, confirming every step and detail over and over again.
He opened his eyes, his gaze becoming firm and focused, and quickly inserted the magazine into the magazine well inside the gun handle until he heard a "click," indicating that the magazine had been successfully locked.
Immediately afterwards, he skillfully pulled the slide back, then released his fingers, allowing the bullet to be chambered smoothly.
He gripped the pistol tightly with both hands, his front hand on the slide and his back hand firmly on the grip, feeling the weight and texture of the pistol.
"call……"
Pei Yunjing took a deep breath, trying to calm his excitement and nervousness.
He slowly raised his head, aimed the gun at the target in front of him, adjusted his shooting posture, and made his body and the pistol a perfect whole.
He concentrated, gently pulled the trigger with his index finger, and kept his breathing steady to minimize body sway.
boom!
A crisp gunshot shattered the tranquility of the training ground, breaking the silence in the air.
The Type 77 pistol steadily emitted a wisp of smoke in Pei Yunjing's hand, as if demonstrating its power to the world.
The spent cartridge case traced a graceful arc through the air before flying precisely toward the target.
The bullet shot like an arrow released from a bow, carrying an invincible momentum, heading straight for the bullseye at an astonishing speed.
It traced an almost imperceptible path through the air and instantly struck the conspicuous red center of the target.
The straw on the target was instantly torn apart by the powerful impact, and fragments flew everywhere, as if proclaiming the power of the shot.
The bullet pierced the target, leaving a clear bullet hole. The surrounding straw was slightly dented by the impact of the bullet, forming a small circular groove.
A look of satisfaction flashed in Pei Yunjing's eyes; the power of this Type 77 pistol was indeed so strong.
He exclaimed in amazement, "Great! Great gun!"
If every soldier under my grandfather's command had such a gun, wouldn't they be invincible?
At that moment, He Qiang, who was standing next to him, was also stunned by the scene before him.
He quickly waved to Pei Yunjing, signaling him to stop firing;
Then, he slowly walked to the target that had been hit by a bullet, stared at the small bullet hole, and couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.
He Qiang murmured softly, "This...this is simply a divine artifact!"
He had witnessed the power of the Japanese muskets in battles against them, but those muskets were far less powerful than the weapon in the hands of the Sixth Prince!
His eyes widened, and he rushed excitedly toward Pei Yunjing, asking eagerly, "Sixth Prince, what kind of divine artifact is this?"
Such an exquisite structure possesses such immense power.
In that fierce battle with the Japanese, they were defeated by firearms. However, firearms required a long reloading process after each shot and had a low rate of fire;
But now, this new weapon is not only compact in structure but also extremely powerful, which truly amazes him!
Pei Yunjing raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips, and said smugly, "The Type 77 pistol! A gift from the goddess!"
Pei Nanxing, standing behind him, continued to watch him coldly, letting out a soft sigh.
For days, Pei Yunjing had been deceiving He Qiang, telling him that the Niannian in the Phoenix Bronze Mirror was actually a goddess.
He Qiang was completely fooled after hearing this. He not only believed it, but whenever he had the chance, he would kneel down and kowtow to the phoenix bronze mirror, praying that it would protect the peace of the Central Plains.
Fortunately, Pei Nanxing did not expose Pei Yunjing's lie; on the contrary, he even hoped that the lie could become a reality.
Because deep down he was filled with worry, afraid that Nian Nian would repeat the same mistake as Fu Mingyue.
Pei Nanxing was worried that his precious Niannian would be mistaken for a witch by those ignorant common people, who would try to burn her alive on the stake.
Pei Nanxing hesitated for a moment, then said with a slight smile, "General He, I saw with my own eyes that the goddess personally bestowed this divine artifact upon Yun Jing!"
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Pei Yunjing beside him.
Since even Pei Nanxing expressed his opinion so confidently, He Qiang naturally believed it even more.
He was so excited that he immediately knelt down before Pei Yunjing: "May Heaven bless our great Central Plains! May Heaven not forsake Guangling!"
He secretly rejoiced that he had followed the right person.
Since following Pei Yunjing to this drought-stricken Central Plains, he has not only had enough to eat, but also possesses excellent weapons and equipment.
Now, a divine artifact has appeared before them...
At that moment, He Qiang suddenly blurted out these words:
"Sixth Prince, times are changing!"
………………
The night was as dark as ink, and the whole world seemed to be plunged into silence.
Inside Pei Yunjing's tent, the faint candlelight flickered gently, illuminating his sleeping face indistinctly.
Suddenly, a series of rapid and heavy footsteps shattered the tranquility of the night like thunder, and a group of assassins dressed in black night clothes silently broke into the camp like ghosts.
Before the guards outside the tent could react, the assassins had already rapidly closed in on them.
One of the guards noticed something was wrong and was about to shout a warning.
But all he saw was a cold glint of light flash by, and the sharp blade instantly sliced through his throat, blood gushing out, and he fell to the ground silently.
A "splashing" sound rang out, and blood gushed out like a spring, staining the ground red and forming a shocking pool of blood.
The other guards drew their swords, trying to fend off the sudden assassins, but the assassins were agile, swift, and ruthless.
In no time, the guards were killed one by one by the assassins who slit their throats with knives. The air outside the camp was thick with the stench of blood, and blood flowed like a river.
The assassins quickly cleared away all obstacles and carefully lifted the tent flap, a pungent smell of blood wafting out.
Pei Yunjing was awakened from his sleep by the strong smell. He opened his eyes abruptly and saw a group of dark figures approaching him. A look of fear immediately appeared in his eyes.
The assassins' eyes flashed with a cold light as they raised their blades high and charged towards Pei Yunjing without hesitation.