Novoland: Eagle Flag Chapter 1: Gun Two

"This is not a trial, but a duel. You all have to go all out. The one who withdraws from the attack loses, and the one who loses the weapon loses. Let's start!"

The middle-aged man threw up the coin in his hand with a low drink, and as it landed on the cobblestone ground in the garden with a "ding", the air under the ancient maple seemed to suddenly cool down.

The gunman bowed sideways, making a "cat shape", four fingers slowly passed over the body of the gun, and tightened suddenly.

It was a seven-foot-seven-inch long spear, and the black blade glowed a faint black gold under the sidelight of the sun, like a bronze-colored star. There is no fancy spear fringe, the twisted tiger is wrapped around the neck of the gun, and the nine-inch spear point is like a half-sharp sword. The refined wrought iron covered the front of the gun barrel for nearly two feet and five inches, and the red sandalwood color of the gun barrel was only exposed at the rest. This is a gun with a special shape, dignified and strict, like a quiet tiger.

Tiger roaring tooth gun, this is its name handed down from generation to generation. The steel, length, and center of gravity of the weapon, which has been washed with countless blood, are perfect, enough to easily pierce through three layers of iron armor with a single stab. Looking at the tribes of Kyushu, only human design combined with Heluo's incomparable casting technology can condense such profound murderous intent on a piece of stubborn iron.

The sword-wielding opponent knows the power of the gun and maintains extreme caution. He slowly changed his position, the two-foot-seven-inch ancient sword was still in its sheath, but the hand holding the hilt kept changing postures, making it impossible to detect his intention to attack. Among the countless footprints he left behind, huge and regular formations gradually took shape. This is the "step of the tiger" of the "Sword of Great Qi", and it is the momentum before the explosion.

The middle-aged man in the arbitration took a step back slightly, as if oppressed by the uneasiness that was about to burst in this calm.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp," the sound of birdsong suddenly broke the silence.

The parrot with emerald feathers and yellow tail landed between the guns and swords, chirping, and turned its head awkwardly, staring around with a pair of black round eyes. This domestic bird is not as keen as wild fowl, is not afraid of people at all, and is not aware of the extreme restlessness in peace.

The eyes of the sword bearer changed slightly. Just for a moment, he glanced at the parrot very quickly, felt a chill in his heart, and immediately looked away.

But a moment is enough, the roar of the tiger rushed over. The only shot fired by the gunman in a short moment has no momentum or change, just a straight stab.

But it is a straight stab that will kill!

The air penetrates from the tiger's mouth on the neck of the gun, and flows out from the tiger's ears, making a whistling sound like a tiger roaring. The eyes made of black gold on the tiger's head flashed like lightning. The sword bearer's "Tiger Steps" completely collapsed, his sword was drawn halfway, his hand had lost the strength to draw the sword, there was no room for dodging or retreating.

The parrot flew up in surprise, and the black-gold cold light pierced the afternoon sun. A fallen leaf was cut in half by the blade of the gun, and the point of the gun pointed directly at the chest of the sword bearer.

There was a rapid clear sound, followed by a "poof", and the spear fell to the ground.

What fell together with the spear was a wax-gold coin. The gunman wanted to step back suddenly, because he lost his weapon and was completely exposed to the opposite side. The sword bearer didn't give him this chance, kicked the ground violently in great joy, and drew his sword out of its sheath.

At this time, the speed with which he drew his sword was as fast as lightning, and there was no unnecessary movement at all. His martial arts are not weak, but under the terrifying force of his opponent's guns, he seems to be choked and unable to perform them. But the opponent has lost the weapon in his hand, and the ancient sword in his hand stabs obliquely towards the opponent's shoulder. This move makes the most of the length of the sword, and he has spare strength in his hand. If the opponent's shoulder is sideways, he will Immediately swing it flat, at least it can hit the chest.

The stabbing that was almost certain to win was completely missed as the opponent suddenly lowered his head. The sword-wielder walked up the air and swung his sword involuntarily, but the sword light flashed in the air. All his holes were exposed.

"Drink!"

The roar came from the ground, and the opponent who lowered his head swirled on the ground with one leg as the axis, and then kicked back with his legs, and the sword holder was kicked in the wrist. A strong force brought the ancient sword straight up to the sky, and the sword holder also lost his balance and sat on the ground with a "pop".

The sound of the ancient sword slamming on the stone wall continued. The war gun was too heavy to pick up, so he turned sideways and grabbed a handful in his hand. Both weapons fell into his hands, and he glanced at his opponent coldly this time, his eyes seemed to have a cold light in the sunlight, but upon closer inspection, they turned out to be as black as ink.

"I won!" He said in a low voice, his voice was not suitable for his age.

Both sides are actually teenagers, the gun wielder is twelve or thirteen years old, but he is quite tall, and the sword wielder is only eleven or twelve years old.

"You! You're shameless! It's clear that you dropped your weapon first!" The boy holding the sword had hazel eyes, was delicate and cute, and when he came back to his senses, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he pointed hard at his opponent, "You lost! "

"I won," the black-eyed child repeated in a low voice, "I didn't release the gun by myself."

He hugged the tiger roaring tooth gun in his arms and covered his wrist, a thread of blood slipped from the cowhide wristband, and his wrist was actually injured. He glanced at the coin on the ground with some disdain, then looked at the middle-aged man beside him, pursing his lips tightly.

The child with brown pupils was speechless, so he could only grunt bitterly and turn his head away. The gun was knocked down by a middle-aged man next to him with a gold baht. Dayin's gold baht was heavy in his hand, and it was like a weapon when shot at close range. And with the strength and speed of the black-eyed boy's spear, the brown-eyed boy had no chance to fight back.

The middle-aged man waved his hand: "It was you who won. Of course I know whether you win or lose. You have practiced guns for two years longer than your younger brother, and what you practice is a fierce and easy-to-be poisonous dragon. There is nothing to be happy about winning. Losing It shouldn't be."

"Father!" The brown-eyed boy thought of the danger of the shot just now, and his heart was cold, and his father told him that he had lost the duel. He felt wronged, and tears rolled in his eyes.

"A modest gentleman should be based on calmness, less sadness and joy, more quiet thinking," the father gently comforted the brown-eyed boy, citing the teachings of the sages, telling his son not to cry easily.

The father turned to the eldest son, his expression became serious again: "Do you know why I knocked down your gun?"

"I'm afraid I'll hurt Chang Ye," the black-eyed boy glanced at his younger brother, "I won't hurt him, and I'll be able to take that shot a little longer."

"Can you take it?" The father laughed back in anger, "Ye'er, Ye'er, I have taught you how to shoot a spear. After all these years, have you ever seen you take a gun? Once you know how to stab, I won't kill you." Gun, you are going to stab your brother!"

The black-eyed boy didn't care about his father's anger at all, but just grabbed his wrist: "My wrist is not hurt, so I can let you see it! I can stop the gun like that!"

"Tough mouth!" Father scolded in a low voice.

He also has some doubts. The eldest son is indeed talented in spear skills. If there is anyone who can really control that ominous gun, he is the only one.

"But Chang Ye's sword, if I don't kick it off, can he stop it?"

Father was dumb for a moment.

"I can hold it too!" The brown-eyed child shouted unconvinced, "You can hold it, can't I?"

"You? Forget it," the black-eyed boy replied coldly, "I don't care if you can stop it or not, as long as your swordsmanship can't hurt me. If my father doesn't save me, I won't either." He saved."

"Presumptuous!" the father roared, "The bond of flesh and blood between brothers, I see you as the same as your brother, only a vicious son like you can be so mean, our family style of the Ji family, you can't help it!" Inherited what?"

The black-eyed boy didn't answer quietly, and the garden fell silent. The brown-eyed boy pulled his father's belt and shrank behind him, making a face at his brother.

The father was still angry, he went up and snatched the ancient sword from the eldest son's hand, turned around and pulled the youngest son to go, but suddenly he heard the eldest son muttering to himself behind his back: "You are only a gold baht, throw it out What can I do to save me?"

It was still the slightly hoarse voice, the cold and emotionless tone, but the father suddenly felt a little sour in his heart. Looking back, he saw the eldest son with his head on one side and his neck facing the sun. Without saying anything, those two long eyebrows that were as black as ink and pointed to the forehead suddenly reminded him of the woman in the imperial capital.

The father's heart suddenly softened, and he glanced at the eldest son: "Don't say anything else. You made too many mistakes in that shot just now, and you violated the taboo of warfare. Even if it is a poisonous dragon, it shouldn't be too violent. If you can't succeed with the first strike, the empty door will be exposed, how do you dodge the enemy's counterattack?"

"If that shot can kill the enemy, he has no chance to fight back,"

"What if your marksmanship is weaker than the enemy? What if you fail to kill him?" Father's displeasure surfaced again, but he restrained himself from showing it on his face.

"Then I will lose. If I try my best, I still can't kill him, even if I leave room, I can't win."

"Ridiculous!" my father yelled, "If you don't change your cruel heart, you will kill yourself sooner or later. You are only twelve years old, and you are so murderous. Chang Ye shouldn't be distracted in the martial arts competition, but seeing the bird's heartbeat , Young people will be like this. But you only have the word 'kill' in your heart. The saint said that the most important thing in self-cultivation is natural nature, you are only so old, don't you want to become a demon when you grow up?"

"I don't know what a saint is." The black-eyed boy looked at his father coldly, "my brother has studied, but I haven't; my brother wants to be a general, but I can't; I want to fight on the front line. Can the saint save me? Has the saint ever been on the battlefield? If he had, he would have been killed long ago."

"I'm stubborn, I'm stubborn!" The father finally lost his patience, unwilling to say another word, got up and took the hand of the youngest son, and left without looking back.

Under the ancient maple, only the black-eyed boy remained. He didn't seem to see the departure of his father and younger brother, just silently facing the sun. It wasn't until the figures of his father and younger brother disappeared into the distance that no one could see him anymore that he sat down slowly.

He let go, and the blood in the cowhide wristband dripped into the grass. He gritted his teeth, and pulled off the wrist guard. Inside was a layer of iron wrists, and when he pulled off the iron wrist, there was a layer of short blunt thorns inside. Those blunt thorns pierced his wrist, the injury was not serious, but the pain was chilling.

He bit the cloth belt and tied it silently for himself, and a few green maple leaves fell faintly on top of his head. He looked up, and suddenly turned into a stone statue in a daze.