The dusk haze has already covered the carved beams and painted beams of the Wang's residence, and the evening breeze peeks through the treetops. A pristine white river passes in front of the small courtyard where Huang Xuan lives. The moonlight spreads between the rivers, lighting up for a moment and being covered by it for a moment. The clouds covered it.
Behind the small courtyard was a half-acre lotus pond. Occasionally, frogs could be heard, so Huang Xuan hid in the dark and sneaked out. The technique was of course crude, but with Lorraine helping to cover it up, he didn't care about these small noises.
There was a faint sound of Xiao from the lotus pond. Before the Han Dynasty, both Xiao and flute were played vertically. The sound of the flute was distant and crisp. Huang Xuan didn't understand music, but he just thought it was very pleasant. He listened to the sound of the flute and followed it. Walking by the water bank, I saw a pavilion in the darkness. Looking at it under the moonlight, there were three words "Peony Pavilion" written on it.
"That name sounds familiar." Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the sound of the flute stop, and instead came a woman's low sigh. The sound was pure and bright, matching the sound of the flute. Huang Xuan's heart was shaken, and suddenly he felt his heart beating violently.
To be honest, the voice was at most softer, more delicate, and more transparent. For some reason, Huang Xuan seemed to be infected, and felt that the owner of the voice must be worried.
Another sigh. Huang Xuan's heart was beating more and more diligently, and he crossed the flower bed with one foot. At this moment, he wanted to get closer and see the owner of the voice.
The colorful clouds inappropriately blocked the moonlight, and the frogs in the pond immediately objected. Even Huang Xuan couldn't hear the words clearly. He moved angrily and got closer, and just then he heard the woman's natural words again. He said in a tone of voice: "If I have any use for a concubine, I will die without mercy..."
The word "concubine" made Huang Xuan feel empty in his heart. He did not expect that the owner of such a beautiful voice was already married. When he heard this, he no longer had the intention to stay. He only felt that he had lost something precious. My heart was also twisted.
The moonlight is like a silk thread, passing through the clouds in thin strands, and the hazy dark color hangs on the pines, dwarf bamboos, and lotus leaves. The winding path is bright and dark, and Huang Xuan rushes along the gravel road. I walked out with no purpose, my head was empty, like a primary school student being punished for the first time, with a little hope and fear.
At this time, everyone in Wang's house was naturally asleep, and Huang Xuan didn't care. He pulled out a strong horse from the stable and climbed up. It was indeed a bit uncomfortable to have no stirrups, so he finally let him get up and clamped the horse. The abdomen was knocked outward.
The groom had been awakened a long time ago, but was pushed away by Huang Xuan with great force. He did not dare to shout because of his new silk clothes. Seeing that he was about to ride the horse away, he immediately rushed to the door of the stable and said with a mournful face: "Master, , The horses in this shed belong to the palace, that’s not allowed.”
As he spoke, he even beat the gongs and drums at the door.
Huang Xuan was full of unknown resentment, so he didn't care about the groom. He took the reins and the horse ran forward. When the groom wanted to chase him again, he whipped his whip, and Lorraine pushed it aside. Comrade Guardian doesn't quite understand what Huang Xuan is doing, but in the cooperation between the two, Huang Xuan has always been the leader, while Lorraine only needs to cooperate to get energy.
He ran towards the courtyard wall as fast as he could. The servants who heard the gong blocked the door. Huang Xuan ran to an outer wall at random, stuck a piece of biological bomb on it and dodged backwards. This thing had no sound effect. , the manufacturing and transportation prices are not high, and Huang Xuan brought more than enough for this trip.
After blowing up the Wang family mansion, Huang Xuan ran towards the outer city at once. He was not good at controlling horses. Strictly speaking, he could only ride. With his riding skills, a strong horse could run faster than a bicycle. However, the people pursuing him were only the servants of the Wang family, and there were no horses. In a short time, he escaped far away.
After leaving Luoyang City, Huang Xuan walked eastward all night, and did not rest until he was exhausted. He has been pampered since he was a child, and except for a few times, he rarely treks like this. Although he always rides a horse, the bumpy journey is also very uncomfortable.
Found a small stream nearby, Huang Xuan led the apricot-yellow horse to drink water, and he also held it upstream and took a few sips. The stream water was cool and had a faint grassy smell, which was not necessarily better than the mineral water of later generations. But also refreshing. After pouring some water and washing his face, Huang Xuan thought of the soft voice again and felt his pores open.
While reminiscing, Lorraine suddenly said: "Be careful, tiger."
Huang Xuan sat up abruptly, and the apricot-yellow horse was already running. As he looked around, he could smell a fishy wind. He took out his pistol out of habit, looked at it, and felt that the caliber was too small. He shouted in the morning. Lu said to Lorraine: "Bring me that Type 81."
He used to go to his grandpa's house to play with guns and target shooting. Compared with other types of assault rifles, the Chinese Type 81 was used the most. Although it was slightly inferior to the world's famous guns, with Lorraine modifications, proficiency was the second priority. One person. It’s just that the assault rifle fires too fast. Even if Lorraine has changed most of the bullets to non-metallic materials, the modifications can be limited to equipment. To use a precise description, plus transportation costs, a box of 50 bullets (modified version) costs at least 100,000 yuan. On average, each shot costs 000 yuan. And if you hold the trigger, seconds Just shoot one box. However, unlike defensive energy, bullets are a prepayment and you have to pay for them whether you use them up or not. However, when someone hits you, energy is consumed from P11.
Most parts of the modified Type 81 are made of catalpa wood, engineering plastics and resin, which can effectively reduce energy consumption. The original grenade mechanism has been remodified to adapt to the high-speed launch of biological bombs. In terms of combat effectiveness, this assault rifle , can reach an armored battalion. Facing a tiger is no problem.
With the butt of the gun on his shoulder, Huang Xuan calmed down, listened to the rustling in the woods, and lowered the resolution of the infrared sight. This is not a good thing about future technology - it is too troublesome, and many of its functions are lifelong. They may not be used, but they were integrated into it by Lorraine.
Two large creatures appeared in the scope. The one running in front was undoubtedly a tiger, but the one behind looked like a human being. Huang Xuan couldn't help but blinked. Why was the tiger running in front and the man chasing behind
Without thinking much, he saw a black shadow coming out and clicked the trigger. The high-speed rotating bullet instantly passed through the tiger's forehead and rolled inside the tiger's head. The tiger's body still maintained its forward posture, but its head was tilted back.
Huang Xuan blew the tip of the gun easily and thought to himself: "If this happens 000 years later, it will be at least fines and hard labor, but now there is still a chance to be a tiger-fighting hero."
Before he could finish his fantasy, another dark figure strode out of the woods. Seeing the tiger lying near Huang Xuan, he immediately said angrily: "Hey, why did you steal my prey?"
Huang Xuan pointed to himself in confusion, then pointed to the tiger, and said: "Your prey? The tiger you raised?"
"I chased this big bug for more than ten miles, how could you take advantage of it? Come back with me as soon as possible."
Huang Xuanmuran, this man said that he chased a tiger for a 5-kilometer cross-country run. In modern times, it would be a good idea not to pat his chest and ask "Where is the camera?"
However, this is the Three Kingdoms.
He pressed the gun with his left hand worriedly and imitated others' polite words: "May I ask the name of the brave man?"
"My surname is Dian, my name is Wei, I am from Chenliu. That fellow, give me back the big insect." (To be continued. If you want to know the funeral, please log in to .qidian. There are more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!) (To be continued to be continued)