Chapter 740 Machine Gunner Tang Sanzang

"Amitabha, benefactor, what is this?"

"No, you don't even know a pistol?"

"What is this?"

"This is called a tank, go up and feel a lap?"

"This is a light machine gun..."

In the military camp, Tang Seng asked for information about various weapons, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.

He now knows that the big bird that flew in the sky before was called a plane, and it was also man-made.

It is amazing that this world can fly into the sea with the power of mortals.

"Would you like to shoot twice?"

Everyone knew that this creature named the monk was the commander's guard, so he was polite to him.

Looking at the light machine gun full of mechanical feeling and the cold body, Tang Seng was about to move: "Is it okay?"

His hands felt itchy.

"There's nothing wrong with that." A battalion commander smiled and shouted: "Come on, didn't we catch a few stupid thieves who were trying to rob weapons? Pull them out to shoot, and by the way, practice guns for Guard Tang. , it can be considered that they have contributed to the anti-zombie campaign."

"Yes, sir!"

Not long after, a group of men with bruised noses and bruised faces were pushed out.

"Guard Tang, hit them."

The battalion commander looked at Tang Seng and said.

Standing in front of the machine gun, Tang Seng heard that his face was a little ugly: "Amitabha, benefactor, is it inappropriate to commit murder like this?"

"This horse is an army! Don't play with those things, these are all thieves trying to rob the rank of the army, capital crime! They should be killed!" said the battalion commander.

Tang Seng's face softened a little, but he still couldn't do it: "This donor, even if they violated the law, they should be punished by the government..."

"You have a big head with a light bulb, why is it not bright enough? We are the biggest law these days!" What are the consequences? Once the soldiers are short of weapons and ammunition, it will be a dead end for the soldiers to face the zombies!"

"But..." Tang Seng already knew that those people deserved to die, but he really couldn't do it.

He just said two words when the battalion commander pulled out his pistol and put it on his bald head: "Now I order you to shoot! You don't even dare to fire a carbine. What do you, a guard, do to protect the commander? Shoot!"

Having seen the power of firearms, Tang Seng's shiny bald head oozes cold sweat.

"I told you to shoot! If you disobey Shangguan's order, I can kill you, believe it or not!"

The battalion commander roared.

Tang Seng squatted down and put his hand on the trigger of the machine gun, but he didn't dare to pull it.

"Kang!"

The battalion commander fired a shot in the sky.

Tang Seng was so frightened that he shuddered and pulled the trigger almost subconsciously.

"Da da da da da..."

The machine gun instantly spit out a fire snake.

The huge recoil force made Tang Seng almost unsteady and fell directly to the ground, looking very embarrassed.

Dozens of bandits on the opposite side fell seven or eight.

"Ah! The grass and mud horse, aim at the point, can you give the master a happy one!"

"What are you doing on a horse and kicking legs! You're sick!"

"Ahhh! My basket..."

These seven or eight people were lying on the ground screaming and wailing, and their voices were full of grievances.

These days, they all eat with their heads on the belts of their trousers, and naturally they are not afraid of death.

But... it hurts!

The dead bald head on the opposite side looked harmless to humans and animals, but he didn't expect such a sinister way to torture them in this way.

The battalion commander looked at Tang Seng and said, "Continue."

After having the experience of shooting for the first time, Tang Seng successfully overcame the psychological difficulties.

Lifting up the broken cassock, he directly picked up the light machine gun with one clenched teeth, stepped on the ammunition box with one foot, and pulled the trigger to sweep it.

"Da da da da da..."

Bullets kept slanting out.

The recoil of the machine gun caused the flesh on Monk Tang's face to shake.

Su Xun was very curious about this point. He was a vegetarian every day, climbed mountains and mountains, and was frightened by monsters and tigers. Why is Tang Seng so white and fat?

Dozens of bandits fell one by one.

"Ah! The grass-mud horse, the bald head of the gods, I beg you to step on the horse and aim at the point!"

"Sir! I beg you to shoot us for a replacement, let's apply for a replacement, apply for a replacement!"

"Sir, killing people is just a no-brainer, why is it necessary to be so vicious? Come on someone else!"

A group of bandits tumbled on the ground, tears streaming down their cheeks and crying hoarsely.

The soldiers around were all looking strange.

The battalion commander couldn't bear to hang on his face. This monk shot so many shots and knocked everyone down, but he didn't kill a single one. He was a torturer!

"Stop, stop!" The battalion commander couldn't stand it any longer.

Tang Seng didn't hear it at first, but after seeing the battalion commander's gesture, he stopped, his eyes were full of excitement, and he said loudly: "Donor, can the poor monk try that?"

He pointed to a tank.

Everyone: "..."

The bandits on the ground cursed in their hearts.

What resentment what?

Did we dig your family's grave?

You are going to hit us with tanks!

Do you know that this is a waste of shells! Waste of military supplies! Shameful waste!

The battalion commander was a past person, and he could see that after Tang Seng broke through the difficulty of shooting for the first time, he fell into a state of excitement that killed red eyes.

Although he didn't kill a single one.

"Hundreds of thousands of shells are used to hit them. It's too wasteful to use heavy machine guns." The battalion commander lit a cigarette and shouted, blah blah blah.

The two soldiers were ordered to lift heavy machine guns.

The bandits on the ground nodded frantically at the battalion commander's words, at least they had to leave a whole body after they died.

He was bombed by a tank and couldn't even find his shoes.

Looking at the battalion commander's actions, Tang Seng knew that the little white stick that the commander had given him before was used in this way, but he was more interested in the lighter.

"Donor, what is this? Why does it fire when you press it?" Tang Seng asked curiously.

The battalion commander was a little proud, but he didn't expect that one day a lighter would be able to show off.

"Lighter, press here to fire."

"Amitabha is really ingenious." Tang Seng once again expressed his sincere admiration.

The battalion commander took out a cigarette: "Come on, a whole one."

Tang Seng imitated him, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a breath: "cough...cough...cough..."

He coughed violently as soon as he took a breath.

"It's your first time smoking, don't be too hasty, just take it easy." The battalion commander said with a smile.

"Brigade commander, here comes the heavy machine gun!"

Several soldiers carried a heavy machine gun on the ground and aimed their guns at the bandits.

"Come on, Guard Tang, try this, it's more powerful than a light machine gun."

The battalion commander patted the barrel of the heavy machine gun.

Tang Seng loaded the gun according to the method taught by the soldiers, with a cigarette in his mouth, he pulled the trigger.

"Da da da da da..."

On the wasteland, Tang Sanzang was puffing clouds and mist with a cigarette in his mouth, his heavy machine gun roaring and shooting, his tattered cassock being rolled up by the wind.

In the setting sun, it was his lost youth.