Abyss Express

After three days, the children of Class 78 ushered in the second class of knight combat skills——

——For Shao Jinghao, the time interval was too long.

In the eyes of many teachers and students, the gunsmith seems to be a well-known talent in the railway system, but Xiaohao doesn't care much about Anonymous's false name. The reason is very simple-the teacher doesn't let him pick up girls.

He thought that the gunsmith was really abominable. If other teachers would never take care of this kind of business, after all, the underground world is sparsely populated. According to the Russian marriage law, as long as the guardian agrees, if the woman is pregnant, she can get married at the age of sixteen. .

Now the teacher intervenes, and for sixteen credits, the female classmate who was originally the sweet girl next door becomes a Puritan almost overnight.

The girl's Miller's mimicry is well-learned, and she puts out all the attacking postures.

"Hey, what's the point of going to this school without girls!"

Xiao Hao sighed, turned over from the soft bed in the dormitory, saw the alarm clock at 6:35 in the morning, and finally, full of resentment, crawled to the second session of the knight combat skills course on the Great Baker Stadium.

In the past two days, the other teachers have been teaching the arts related to psionics. The gunsmith said that the knight's combat skills cannot avoid bruises, but the students were not allowed to do it in the first class. It must be a bluff.

Xiao Hao just thought about it, and seeing that time was running out, he simply didn't wear the protective gear, put on a thick cotton jacket and went to the pasture.

Across the circular runway of more than 200 meters, Brother Hao felt that something was wrong——

——Because there is an extra building on the football turf, specifically, a bungalow made of plywood.

It is said to be a house, but it has no roof. It is an extremely simple training ground.

It is like a department store, covering an area of ​​about 1,000 square meters. It is filled with shelves and various products inside and out, and various gel dummies are placed.

The other students had already started running around to warm up, and Teacher Meteor yelled enthusiastically at Xiaohao from afar.

"Brother Hao! Keep up with the team!"

"Oh oh oh oh!" Xiaohao let go of his hands and feet quickly, and followed the long team to do warm-up exercises.

Assistant coach Meteor blew his whistle and gently pushed Xiaohao to the inner circle.

Xiao Hao asked, "Assistant, where is Mr. Gunsmith?"

Meteor: "He is preparing teaching props."

Xiaohao: "What are you teaching? Doing so many things."

Meteor: "Six Arts of a Gentleman—Shooting."

Xiaohao: "Huh? I thought it was a home economics class."

Meteor: "Have you forgotten to wear the protective gear, kid?"

Xiaohao: "I haven't forgotten"

Meteor: "Was that careless, or was it on purpose?"

Although very reluctant, Brother Hao is not afraid at all——

"—It was on purpose. I got up late, and Mr. Gunsmith asked us to gather at seven, and I didn't get up until six thirty-five. This is too cruel for a thirteen-year-old baby."

Meteor laughed loudly: "It's okay!"

"Then what." Xiao Hao thought of the fist of the gunsmith teacher in the last class, and he felt uneasy: "The teacher won't blame me, right?"

Meteor continued to laugh: "No!"

Hearing the teaching assistant answer in a straightforward tone, Xiao Hao's heart fell into his stomach.

He asked about the business: "If my understanding is correct, this [shooting]—should refer to the shooting class? I can understand that Mr. Gunsmith uses wooden boards as a shooting range, but why do you have to build so many shelves? There are products on the shelves? What do you mean?"

Meteor: "Barazon bans guns, schools don't teach hot weapons, what can be learned from armed employees, gunsmiths can't teach them. Gunsmiths can't teach skills that can't be learned from armed employees."

Xiao Hao immediately asked: "I can't touch the gun anymore, why should I shoot?"

Meteor pretended to be mysterious and smiled: "You will know later."

Xiaohao was suspicious, and while running, he looked at the building group at the center of the turf circle—it was like a supermarket, department store, including furniture, seats, office, bedding, cooking utensils, kitchen and bathroom, snacks, fruits, fresh food, etc. Container shelves are readily available. Even the cash register is ready.

In addition, there are two alleys, one can only enter and exit, and the other has a groove for the passage. There are room terraces on the second floor and electrical and water pipelines.

"What kind of large-scale scenario script is this?" Xiaohao muttered, and followed the team to finish the morning exercise.

He felt relaxed and his cheeks were hot, and he saw Mr. Gunsmith come out from the main entrance of Shangchao, greeted his classmates, his eyes stopped on Xiaohao's clothes for a second, and he didn't say anything.

"Classes begin."

The iron knight was like a timpani in the hands of the assistant coach, and the big gong sounded again.

Xue Ming changed into loose casual clothes for home use today, and still had that approachable demeanor. First, I apologize to the children.

"I'm sorry, it took a long time to prepare this time. As you can see, the teaching equipment is the building complex behind us. It took us a lot of effort to purchase and deploy these things."

"The theme of our course today is [Shooting] of the Six Arts of a Gentleman—you may be wondering why I don't give you a gun to practice shooting even though I am a gunsmith."

"The reason is very simple. Not to mention the mundane world, even in the underground world, the control of guns and ammunition is very strict. In the process of defending ourselves, we rarely have the opportunity to get guns in the first place in violent incidents."

"The first part of this class is to teach you to identify the projectiles that can be seen everywhere in your life, which can be used to defend yourself against projected firepower."

Xue Ming waved and showed the students the department store behind him.

"This is your ammunition depot."

As soon as this remark came out, there was laughter and slapstick in the group of students. It seemed that they didn't take the gunsmith's words to heart. Perhaps Xue Ming's serious nonsense words, deeds, and demeanor were not convincing.

Xueming: "Shao Jinghao."

Xiaohao stepped out immediately: "I'm here!"

Xueming: "Come and show everyone a demonstration."

"I didn't make fun of you!" Xiao Hao went mad for a while, "I didn't make a sound just now! I believe in you! Mr. Gunsmith! I believe in you!"

Xueming: "But you didn't wear protective gear."

"I'm sorry teacher for getting up too late in the morning." Xiaohao apologized again and again: "I'm sorry, I will definitely remember next time! I will definitely remember!"

Xueming quickly grabbed Xiaohao's arm, afraid of letting go of this excellent model: "No, no, no, I didn't mean to blame you—I just want everyone to see if the things on these shelves can hurt you. It's a good thing you're not wearing armor."

"Ah?" Xiaohao frowned, and looked at teaching assistant Meteor: "Didn't you say that Mr. Gunsmith won't trouble me?"

Meteor hid aside and fiddled with the small coal stove. He was making Mrs. Bai's products for Brother Hao, but he didn't answer. That demeanor was like that of an old witch preparing poisoned apples for Snow White, dark and distorted with a hint of glee.

Before Brother Hao could ask for help, Xue Ming dragged him to the cashier entrance.

"When we can't find a suitable weapon, we must have a pair of eyes to find the weapon, because holding a weapon has an absolute advantage over empty hands-there are usually many small commodities in the outlets of supermarkets, and we can get rid of the odds on the bill for customers."

The students followed behind Mr. Gunsmith, and they all nodded in unison when they heard people talking about the common shopping habits in their daily lives. This is a fact that happens all the time.

Xue Ming took the windproof lighter from the cash register shelf, fetched a box of chewing gum, and directly transferred it to the daily necessities counter.

"Shampoos, fragrances, and perfumes all contain alcohol. Mosquito spray insecticides and spirits over fifty-five degrees in the liquor counter can all be turned into flamethrowers, like this—"

——Holding the fire source and spray cans of various fuels, he gave a fireworks show to the students on the spot, spitting out wine to perform the dragon's breath technique.

Brother Hao only felt that something was wrong, the heat rushed to his face, his whole body tightened but he was not injured.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the gunsmith bulging his mouthpiece with both hands and spewing flames to form a thick python over a hundred centimeters, almost roasting the gel dummy into mud.

"There are some counters that sell spray paint." Xue Ming put down the arson props, and made subsection notes with the students: "There will be some poisonous properties, but generally speaking, as long as you can ignite the fire, the outer flame can produce more than five degrees of fire. The high temperature is enough to roast the enemy's eyes, burn his hair and eyebrows, and make him temporarily blind and lose his will to fight."

Immediately afterwards, Xiaohao was dragged to the fresh food counter——

——When Xue Ming, a bastard, returned to the slaughterhouse, it was like going home.

He fiddled with various knives and said to the students.

"If we can get a sharp weapon and we are sure that there is more than one knife in the environment, we must not fight the criminals immediately."

Beside the raw meat chopping board, Xue Ming picked out a few flat-headed kitchen knives.

"Like this kind of flat-headed knife that has been contaminated with animal fat for a long time, try to throw it as a throwing object. Its handle is mostly polymer or wood. There is no rope-wrapped handle, so it is easy to slip. Weapons will also cause the opponent to lose the ability to stab and cut, and the killing efficiency gap between the chopping knife and the sharp knife is very large."

He picked up the fish knife that seemed extremely sharp.

"These long knives used to debone and carve seafood look imposing, but let me tell you, just throw them out - most of these props are made of spring steel with excellent toughness, without fine quenching, The hardness is not even as good as a rusty kitchen knife made of No. 45 carbon steel, even if it is not good for someone to throw, if the gangster picks it up and uses it, you can run away immediately in this gap."

Finally, Xue Ming brought a chef's knife from the kitchen counter.

"This is the best weapon you can find in a department store. Apart from the fire axe, it is the most suitable for throwing, and has the highest hit rate and killing efficiency."

Holding the knife, Xue Ming took Brother Hao to the stationery counter, and pushed Brother Hao to stand in front of a piece of vision test paper.

"Don't move around, let me show you how good the blade design and blade balance of this weapon are."

Xiao Hao asked in amazement: "Huh? Try it with me?"

Xue Ming: "You don't wear protective gear, the effect is better."

Xiaohao: "Me, me, me."

Xueming: "Are you scared?"

Xiao Hao stared at the sharp and bright knife in the teacher's hand, his eyes flustered: "Of course I'm afraid!"

Xue Ming went to the stationery counter to take off an eye mask and put it on Xiao Hao's head.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Xiao Hao exclaimed: "No, no, no! I'm even more afraid! Teacher, let me open my eyes."

Xue Ming pursed his lips, not having a good temper——

——He took off the hot compress eye mask for Brother Hao, and reminded him gently.

"I'll throw a knife at you later, so don't move around."

Xiaohao swallowed a mouthful of saliva and was about to go to the execution ground.

"OK."

Xueming's next words brought him to heaven.

"If you do it, add one point."

Xiaohao: "Yes! Yes! I can do it!"

Daniel immediately said, "Teacher, I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Xiao Hao scolded: "Get out! You shameless rich second generation!"

"Aren't you afraid now?" Xue Ming stepped back step by step, keeping distance from Xiao Hao.

Xiaohao: "I'm not afraid anymore, I'm not afraid!"

Xue Ming put on the blindfold and raised the chef's knife: "I'm a little scared, put on the blindfold, don't you mind?"

Xiaohao's legs went limp and he almost fainted on the spot. Daniel, who was aggressively about to fight for credits, also flinched.

Assistant teacher Meteor straightened Brother Hao's body, and bound his body tightly with tape from the stationery counter. Make sure this kid won't move around.

Xueming then talked to the students.

"At this distance, the knife has to fly two and a half times before the blade can stab the target forward. After repeated practice, every projectile is thrown as an [arrow], and it needs to rotate to maintain the flying posture. Whether it is throwing A knife or an axe, or anything else."

He only heard the sound of the knife falling through the air, and the white blade pierced into the plywood frame above Xiaohao's head.

"From throwing the shot to the projectile reaching the target, it takes only one second for a distance of ten steps. If we face gunmen, we need great courage and determination. Shao Jinghao did a good job. He faced death threats. He didn't panic and scream, and didn't reveal his position."

Xiaohao's eyes turned straight, and he said frankly, "I just didn't realize it. Teacher."

Xue Ming took two boxes of pencils from the shelf.

"As you can see, the center of gravity of this chef's knife is in the middle of the blade, which allows it to maintain a very stable rotation posture. Even if I am blindfolded, I can still hit the area above Xiaohao's head-but if I use other projections things, not necessarily.”

After removing the outer packaging of the pencil, Mr. Xue Ming continued to explain the many essentials of materials science

"Modern stationery factories have pencil-sharpening techniques. If you can find this kind of pencil with a sharp tip weighing 16 grams, you are lucky-the hardness of graphite can definitely pierce most of the muscle tissue of the human body."

He took off the blindfold, and the murderous aura immediately emerged.

"It is too light, and the center of gravity is difficult to grasp. When practicing throwing slender sticks, you must open your eyes and lock the position of the target."

Bright yellow pencils shot out like arrows, and shot towards Xiaohao's armpits and crotch. In just a few seconds, there were more than ten penholders on Haoge's shoulders and the surrounding area of ​​his body. The plywood was broken, and many pencils were ejected and broken, turning into debris all over the floor.

Xue Ming: "Shao Jinghao, add one point."

Xiao Hao almost burst into tears, he followed behind the gunsmith without saying a word, and went through a spiritual journey.

At this moment, the students have developed a strong interest in the container objects——

——They look strange, but they are surprisingly lethal in the hands of a gunsmith.

Even relatively weak food-grade stainless steel kitchen utensils, such as spatulas and spoons, as long as the number of turns they need to be delivered is calculated and the cutting edge is accurate enough, a piece of meat can be gouged out of the gel dummy.

Teacher Gunsmith led the students to the bedding area, and then took off the sweater on his body.

"Students, many of you are of European ethnicity, and you should be interested in knight novels. Many knights like to wear loose cloth robes—it looks chic, right?"

Under the sweater is a very cheap stainless steel cutting board.

"Loose clothes can hide a lot of armor. You can buy a two-millimeter-thick stainless steel cutting board for six yuan in the supermarket. A few more layers can block nine-millimeter pistol bullets—you have just seen all kinds of projections. The power of things, now I will teach you how to defend against them."

Xueming searched for bamboo mats in the bedding area, cut off the soft glue, and wrapped it around his arms and waist, it took only a minute.

"This is the bamboo hanging armor."

Immediately afterwards, he wrapped the thick outer packing bag around his right arm and tied it tightly with shoelaces, but it took only thirty seconds.

"This is cloth armor."

Taking back the chef's knife, he stabbed and hacked at these simple armors without any trauma.

Using a gel dummy for testing, it was difficult to pull out the knife after it slammed into the armor.

"Shooting ranges are too early for thirteen-year-olds, and convenience stores like supermarkets are just right." Xue Ming led the students to the hardware area, "Finally, I will introduce these tools. They are more destructive. many."

Open the counter and list all kinds of equipment.

"Most screwdriver heads are made of tungsten steel, titanium steel and other ultra-high hardness materials. According to the method of using the projectiles just now, they can easily pierce the enemy's clothes. As long as the force is enough, they can be used as dagger stabs, which can crack bones and stab It is not difficult to break through a polymer firearm receiver or pistol grip with low hardness, penetrate a plastic magazine, and interfere with the feeding mechanism."

"The center of gravity of the hammer is completely forward, don't use it as a throwing object, to throw it, you have to put the prying end forward - it takes a lot of practice."

"I don't recommend shovel-shaped and saw-shaped tools at all. These alien weapons are not suitable for projection at all, and they have relatively large wind resistance."

While the students were taking notes on the various projectiles taught by the gunsmith teacher's precepts and deeds.

Director Simmons came out of the Office of the Student Affairs Office. What happened in the past two days made him very puzzled, almost at a loss.

There's an extra arcade on Big Baker's Stadium, Gunsmith says—

——It is a teaching tool for knight combat skills.

He couldn't understand at all why things like chewing gum could be used as teaching equipment for fitness and sports.

Is the gunsmith looking for excuses to spend Galahad's budget?

Worried, Director Simmons hurried to the stadium to see for himself how the gunsmith educated the children.

However, after a few hundred steps, when the director came outside the bungalow site, he saw rows of gel dummies staggering to and fro, and most of them had horrible scars on their bodies.

Most of the equipment on the ground is kitchen and bathroom supplies, even stationery pencils.

Getting closer, Director Simmons saw a little girl with murderous intent in her eyes, holding half a sharp pig bone in her hand, and under the guidance of the gunsmith, she was going to stab the bone spur into the dummy's skull.

"This is a pork foreleg bone. You have to be careful. Chewing gum will make you relax. The combat environment of US military pilots in World War II is often in a state of mental stress. They need chewing gum, and it is the same for you."

Xue Ming held the female student's hand, put his thumb on the wet and slippery cartilage of the bone joint, and aimed at the bony seam of the skull.

"We don't need to hold this bone completely, but it must start quickly, like a hammer hitting a nail. The hammer head will not bite the nail tightly, but go away with one blow - plus the legs And the strength of the waist and abdomen, rotate the body to transmit the strength, and try again."

"Hmm." The female student relaxed her muscles and relieved her mood.

Simmons sees—

——The delicious ingredients used to make the soup turned into a lethal weapon. When it crashed into the dummy's skull, the pig bones almost shattered the dummy's cap.

The twenty or so students around were holding various strange weapons in their hands. According to different distances, they compared different methods of holding the flying arrows, and then heard rustling.

An arc flashed across Director Simmons's nose——

——It was a copper-plated iron spoon, which was pierced into the dummy's eye socket.

"YEAH!" Xiaohao's comprehension is very good, he excitedly ran past Director Simmons, and rushed to the dummy to check the results of the battle.

The teaching assistant Meteor said with a smile: "Director, are you here to inspect the work? Do you have any instructions?"

"Nothing."

Simmons circled around in place, wanting to go back and calm down.