The almighty crazy concubine is tough on the audience, and the prince passes the knife behind him

"Do you want to learn how to shoot with me?" Ling Batian asked them, holding up the gun in his hand.

"I want to learn! I'll come first!" Zheng Dadong stepped forward and took the gun in his hand.

Ling Batian stepped back a few steps, avoiding his hand, "This is a light machine gun, don't touch it randomly. If you want to learn, start with a pistol and a short rifle."

"Come here and get the guns!" Li Beimo said, taking off the cloth covering the cart and revealing the guns on it.

"Yes!"

Fifty people lined up in an orderly manner.

Zheng Dadong walked a few steps quickly, stood at the front, and picked up a short rifle, as if he had found a treasure.

"Everyone gets a rifle and a pistol!" Li Beimo said again.

"And pistols?" Zheng Dadong then noticed that there was a short iron knot in a box next to him.

Ling Batian picked up a pistol and explained to them: "This short-handled one is called a pistol, and this long gun is called a semi-automatic rifle. I remember them all."

"I know." Zheng Dadong happily took another pistol.

"The people at the back can take it by themselves. Once they have taken it, practice their marksmanship." Li Beimo ordered and left first with two guns.

"Yes!" 50 people replied in unison.

"Those who have already received the guns, come with me!" Ling Batian waved his hand and led those who had already received the guns to the shooting range first.

Dongxue and Dongyue walked at the back and came to a large venue with two guns. They saw that the first few people who came had already practiced shooting at a human-shaped target.

"Two beauties, come here, brother, I will teach you how to shoot!" Ling Batian waved to them.

Dongyue and Dongxue's faces turned red. Shi Yifeng usually called them "little beauty" when he saw them, like a romantic young man, which made them very embarrassed.

But they knew that Shi Yifeng just liked to call girls beautiful and had no other intentions.

Dongxue said: "Master Shi, please just call us by our names from now on."

She was afraid that others would misunderstand her. As the prince's bodyguards, they were not allowed to get close to men at will.

"Okay! Then I will call you sister from now on." Ling Batian pointed to a location, "Sister Dongxue, come and stand here. And sister Dongyue, come and stand here."

His words attracted everyone's attention.

"Hey! Li Mei, you are forgetting your friends! We were the ones who came here first, okay?" Several members of Baimei Tower who were good friends with Shi Yifeng started teasing him.

"Yingmei, are you still a man? Why are you arguing with two girls?"

Ling Batian ignored them, took out his pistol and pointed it at the target, teaching the two girls how to use the gun.

That night, everyone worked hard to learn this magical weapon.

After an unknown amount of time, Ling Batian raised his hand and shouted to stop, "That's it for tonight's practice. Everyone must be hungry. Grab your belongings and let's go get something to eat first."

Hearing this, everyone put away their guns and carried them on their backs, picked up the cloaks placed beside them, and followed Ling Batian away.

They came to a large room with a large long table in the middle.

At this moment, a small door inside was opened, and Li Beimo pushed a large pot out on a cart, with Cheng Qingqing following behind him.

"Prince...Princess!" Everyone looked at Cheng Qingqing in surprise.

"Princess, are you here?" Dongxue said.

That night, everyone was focused on practicing their marksmanship. She and Dongyue wanted to ask about the princess several times, but seeing that the prince and Shi Yifeng looked calm, they figured the princess was fine.

"Yeah." Cheng Qingqing smiled at them, "How was your spear practice tonight?"

"That's great, Princess, I can use both the rifle and the pistol." Zheng Dadong answered first, his face full of joy.

"Princess, we have also learned."

Dongxue and Dongyue also said happily.

"Okay! Not bad! You have worked hard all night, and the prince has made a pot of mutton soup to reward you." Cheng Qingqing pointed to the big pot on the cart.

"The mutton soup made by the prince?" Zheng Dadong looked at the big pot with an expression of disbelief.

The others also looked like they had seen a ghost. The prince had been supervising them all night to practice shooting, and only left for a while occasionally. When did he make the mutton soup? Such a big pot!

but! This is not the most important thing!

What's important is that the noble prince actually cooks for a group of his subordinates?

"What are you doing standing around? You don't feel hungry yet, do you?" Li Beimo glared at them displeased.

"It's almost daybreak. Everyone is full and ready to fight." Cheng Qingqing opened the cupboard next to her and took out the bowls and chopsticks.

"Princess, please come down! You have a rest first." Dongxue and Dongyue hurriedly came over and took the bowls and chopsticks.

The guards put down their guns and came over to help with the meal.

Cheng Qingqing pushed the trolley back to the small door and pushed it out after a while. "There are rice and hot buns here. You can take what you want to eat."

Dozens of guards were moved, especially the people from Baimei Tower. They were very glad that they had followed the right person.

I feel like Cheng Qingqing is so kind. She teaches them everything without reservation and rarely scolds them. She doesn't act like a master at all.

Everyone had a warm meal of mutton soup, then picked up their things and went out to gather and line up.

Cheng Qingqing came over, pointed at the guns in their hands and said: "From now on, the guns in your hands are yours. You must keep them well. When I have time, I will teach you how to use heavy machine guns and mortar attacks." Various weapons such as cannons and rocket launchers.”

"Report to the princess, we will definitely work hard to learn all the skills." Zheng Dadong spoke first again.

Everyone else looked excited, and what she said meant that there were more powerful weapons waiting for them to learn.

"Well, there is another bag here, which is full of ammunition. Come here and take one each." Cheng Qingqing pointed to a pile of green backpacks placed next to her.

This is the military backpack of the 21st century. It has multiple uses and functions, providing soldiers with sufficient equipment and supplies that they can carry on their backs and use at any time during combat.

Seeing that they all received their backpacks and put them at their feet, Ling Batian had no choice but to teach them how to carry them.

Cheng Qingqing watched them all standing in full gear, wearing black outfits, carrying large backpacks, guns hanging on their chests, and pistols on their waists. They felt like special forces in the 21st century.

"Not bad." Cheng Qingqing nodded with satisfaction and sent them out of the space.

The guards felt that their eyes were in darkness and they could no longer see anything. A gust of cold wind blew over and wiped away all the sweat they had just produced.

It took a while for my eyes to adjust, and I realized that they were standing in the wild, with a cold wind blowing in their faces.

Although it is almost March, the weather in Beixin is still a bit cold.

Zheng Dadong rubbed his eyes, "Where are we again?"