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Chapter 27 Zhou Hu
Mochin noticed the gun first.
The gun barrel of the enemy's gun was blackened and had a dull, aged appearance; judging from its color, it had definitely been fed blood on the battlefield.
Looking further up, Zhou Hu was actually more than half a head taller than him!
Most unexpectedly, the other person's appearance was different from what I had imagined.
Zhou Hu was in his early thirties, with a handsome appearance, broad eyes, a straight nose, and a square mouth.
It exudes a heroic and martial aura, somewhat resembling a jade unicorn.
Moreover, he has broad shoulders, a thick back, and a strong waist; when he stands there, he resembles a giant gate.
"No way!" Mochin was shocked.
How could there be such a tall and strong person in the Ming Dynasty in 1592?
Before the apocalypse, I represented the school in friendly matches and even sparred with students from the sports academy.
The opposing center is also this tall.
But that's just tall; the guy in front of me is practically a Ming Dynasty Shaquille O'Neal!
Conservatively speaking, he's at least two meters tall, and he's fucking strong!
This is so illogical!
Han Shouyi stood next to Mo Qin and added in a low voice:
"From Liaoyang Left Guard."
"When we went to Ningxia to fight Bo Bai in March, one man killed dozens of cavalrymen with a single spear."
As he said this, he turned half his face to the side and stared at Mo Qin.
"If you've got the guts, use everything you have! Don't embarrass me."
Mochin let out a long breath, picked up his gun and walked forward. Suddenly, the sidelines became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Holding the practice pole, Zhao Tou, who had originally wanted to curse a few words, now kept his mouth shut and just stared at the field.
Zhou Hu nodded and looked down at Mo Qin, then at Zhao Tou on the sidelines.
"You're Mochin?"
"Yes."
"Did Zhao Tou teach you?"
"Yes."
Zhou Hu nodded.
"Okay then."
"Let me see if Zhao the Cripple has only been good at cursing these past few years."
Zhao Tou was furious and glared at him from below.
"Damn it, if it's a martial arts competition, then it's a martial arts competition. Why are you dragging me into this!"
Liu Gao almost burst out laughing, but Han Shouyi slapped him back down.
"Keep quiet."
Zhou Hu raised his gun.
"Come."
Mochin didn't say much, and with his white wax gun in hand, he took control of the center line.
The moment the guns clashed, Mo Qin knew why this man could silence the entire arena.
Zhou Hu used his gun very correctly.
It doesn't rely on flashy tricks, strange methods, or the kind of approach that tries to grab attention through speed or unusual techniques.
It's about being upright, steady, and stable. Once the gun is extended, all the force is concentrated on the shaft, without any drifting.
What's more troublesome is that he didn't make a single unnecessary move throughout the entire process; all of them were deadly techniques.
As soon as Mo Qin fired his first shot, Zhou Hu's iron spear was already close behind.
It wasn't a hard crash.
It's like pressing it inwards along the gun barrel.
The force of that blow wasn't great, but it was incredibly heavy, like a whole piece of iron pressing down on you.
With a quick entanglement in his front hand and a swift push in his back, Mo Qin forcefully smeared the line by half an inch, then thrust the spear tip forward, aiming straight for his throat.
Zhou Hu's eyes flickered, he touched the ground with the butt of his spear, and his whole body turned slightly to the side.
With a backhand flick of his iron spear, he actually managed to send his own spearhead in through the gap in Mo Qin's spear thrust.
The two guns touched the center line and bounced away with a snap.
Several people on the sidelines changed their expressions at the same time.
"Did you catch it?"
"This kid really dares to attack Zhou Hu's center line."
Zhao Tou, who had been keeping a straight face, now stared even more intently as he lightly tapped the ground with his pole.
In the second move, Zhou Hu did not attempt to attack the straight line again.
With a flick of the spear tip and a feint, it sank down, striking Zamochin's right rib.
He took a half step back, then held his white wax spear horizontally, circling outwards along the spear path.
Zhou Hu's wrist sank, and the entire iron spear seemed to suddenly become heavier, pressing in half an inch.
Mo Qin exerted force with his back hand and twisted his waist and back to dislodge the half-inch.
The vibration traveled along the gun barrel back to my arm, and my hand felt hot.
Mo Qin immediately understood.
Zhou Hu absolutely deserves the title of Gun King!
This guy really knows guns like the back of his hand.
The third shot, Zhou Hu went for the center line.
This shot was straighter and faster than the previous two.
Mo Qin instinctively pushed forward, his gun barrel touching the target, first entangling it and then seizing it, trying to deflect the opponent's gun.
Zhou Hu suddenly urged his back hand, and the entire force of the iron spear seemed to pour out from the end of the spear, forcibly pressing Mo Qin's white waxwood staff inward.
The two gun barrels locked in a brief moment of contact.
Mo Qin's feet sank, and he used his waist and back to resist the force that was pressing in.
The sidelines were so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard.
Han Shouyi's eyelids twitched slightly.
He originally thought Mo Qin was just a capable rookie, but after seeing his powerful shot from the center line, even he had to take a second look.
Because this is no longer just about having more strength; it's about being able to channel the entire force from the soles of the feet to the gun.
Zhao Tou, who was below, could see it more clearly, his eyes fixed intently on it.
Meanwhile, Zhou Hu's heart was also stirred.
He had seen Mochin practice shooting before.
It was no secret in the front camp that Zhao Tou had taken on a tall apprentice.
I've watched him from afar a few times and know that this young man hasn't been learning for long. His stance is good, and his shooting technique is correct.
Logically speaking, the cooking time should not be this fast.
But now, after this encounter, Zhou Hu realized that he had underestimated his opponent.
This kid's gun is beyond description.
What's more troublesome is that its strength is ridiculously great.
It's not just about the brute force from being big, but about the integrated power that comes from merging the body into a single line and then pushing it out.
After a moment's thought, Zhou Hu understood something.
When it comes to a head-on confrontation, the young man in front of me is probably even fiercer than I am.
However, while it was fierce, it still lacked refinement, had too few experience in battle, and was still immature in terms of variation.
Thinking of this, Zhou Hu actually lowered his stance slightly.
It's not about releasing water.
I wanted to see how much this piece of material could grow.
With the fourth shot, Zhou Hu didn't thrust, but instead swept the rear of his spear horizontally.
The blow didn't hit his head or chest, but rather a spot slightly behind Mochin's right rib.
That place is hard to dodge. If you get hit hard, you might not fall down on the spot, but it will make you lose half of your energy.
Mo Qin could also tell that Zhou Hu was testing him.
He has no intention of withdrawing!
With a quick bite to the ground and a twist of his waist and hips, he flicked the white wax spear from the side, aiming first at the opponent's spear butt.
Snapped!
The two guns collided, the sound so loud it made everyone's ears ring.
Zhou Hu's spear didn't sweep in completely, and Mo Qin didn't deflect it all either.
The two men took half a step forward at the same time, their gun barrels pressed together, their shoulders almost touching.
Someone on the sidelines muttered a curse under their breath.
"That's insane."
At this distance, long spears are most prone to misfires.
But neither of them panicked.
Mo Qin twisted his back hand, and the spearhead shot forward, aiming directly at Zhou Hu's wrist.
Zhou Hu sank his iron spear, advancing instead of retreating. The spear rolled along the white waxwood shaft, deflecting Mo Qin's force by half an inch, before pulling back with the momentum.
Mo Qin felt a void in his chest and immediately withdrew.
The iron spear grazed the front of his cotton armor, pulling the fabric upside down.
In the fifth move, Mochin went first.
The shot went straight, without any detours, and directly seized the door.
At the same time, Zhou Hu's eyes darkened, and he thrust the gun out of his hand.
The two spearheads pierced the center line almost simultaneously, neither giving way.
Snapped!
The gun made solid contact.
The two men remained rooted to the spot, but the force from the guns was already coursing through their bodies along the shafts.
He felt a numbness in his arm, and a tightness in his chest.
Zhou Hu also frowned slightly.
This young man is incredibly strong.
Zhou Hu glanced at Zhao Tou out of the corner of his eye and had an idea.
This time, Zhao the Cripple has probably really struck gold.
If this person hadn't been trained for so long, and had actually been sent out to fight, it would be hard to say who would have won or lost today.
Thinking of this, he stopped trying.
With the sixth shot, Zhou Hu changed his spear technique, and the rhythm suddenly sped up by half a beat.
The iron spear first pressed down on the white waxwood pole, then slid to the left using the rebound force from Mo Qin.
Like a knife cutting through a seam, the next moment, the tip of the gun was already at Mochin's throat.
It was only half an inch off.
Mochin didn't move.
There was a moment of silence on the sidelines, followed by a tsunami of cheers!
A few breaths later, Zhou Hu put away his gun and took a step back.
"Alright."
Mo Qin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
I understood what happened just now, but I still couldn't block it.
Still, I lack experience and haven't mastered the skills.
Zhou Hu looked at him and only said two sentences:
"Your marksmanship is quite good."
"But it's still a bit too hot."
The words may be harsh, but they are not wrong.
Mo Qin clasped his hands in a fist salute.
"I've learned a lot."
This wasn't just polite talk; he took it to heart.
Zhou Hu clasped his hands in a fist salute, turned around and stepped off the stage. There was no smug look on his face, as if he had just finished doing what he was supposed to do.
Li Rubai stood on high ground and whispered:
"This kid is improving really fast."
Li Rusong hummed in agreement, then stood up.
"Call someone."
The sidelines immediately fell silent.
"Zhou Hu".
"exist."
"You lead the way."
Zhou Hu clasped his hands in a fist and said, "This humble general obeys your command."
"Mo Qin".
"exist."
Li Rusong looked at him, said nothing, and simply nodded.
"Keep up."
"Yes."
"Yan Qi".
"exist."
"Born hunters?"
"Yes."
"Recognize the marks?"
"recognize."
"Then you go."
Yan Qi bowed his head and replied, "Yes."
"Lin Jun".
Lin Jun felt a slight tightness in his heart and stepped forward to clasp his hands in greeting.
"exist."
Li Rusong looked at her.
"To find someone, you need a gun, legs, and brains."
"Your eyesight is sharp, and your mind isn't slow either. Go."
Lin Jun bowed his head and replied, "Yes."
A slight commotion arose at the edge of the drill ground.
Four names have been decided, only one remains.
Li Rusong raised his eyes and glanced at the edge of the training ground.
"Old Ding."
Everyone followed his gaze.
The old soldier who was missing two fingers had somehow ended up squatting by the wooden stake, looking like he had no idea what it was about.
Old Ding raised his eyelids.
"What do you want?"
Li Rusong looked at him: "Have you finished pretending?"
Old Ding slowly stood up and patted his trouser leg.
"no."
"Then stop pretending."
Li Rusong waved his hand, "The fifth one, Old Ding."
There was a moment of silence on the sidelines, then someone gasped softly.
Li Rubai laughed first.
"What are you looking at?"
"You really think of him as some old man guarding the shed?"
He didn't elaborate, only adding:
"This old man was no ordinary fighter when he was young."
Zhao Tou snorted from below.
"Finally, you're speaking like a human being."
Ding Laozu glanced at Li Rubai.
"You're really good at keeping your mouth shut."
Li Rusong didn't laugh, he just looked at him:
"Are you going or not?"
Old Ding brushed the dust off his hands.
"The list has already been filled out. If I say I'm not going, can you just let me go back to sleep?"
"cannot."
"Then why are you asking the question?"
Liu Gao, standing behind, nearly popped his eyes out and whispered to Yan Qi:
"Is it true that this old man usually guards the weapons shed?"
Yan Qi smiled, a rare occurrence for him: "You'll know once you try."
I won't try.
Liu Gao said earnestly, "My life is precious."
The list has been finalized.
Zhou Hu, Mo Qin, Yan Qi, Lin Jun, and Ding Lao died.
Liu Gao was not inside.
As the drill ground dispersed, he stood to the side, clutching a door panel, and immediately deflated.
Just a moment ago he was talking big with his neck stiff, but now he's not even as talkative.
Mo Qin glanced at Liu Gao and nodded, but didn't go over. He simply slowly placed the white wax spear across his knee.
The order has been placed.
Now, it's time to get down to business.