Travel through the apocalypse and save people under the heroine's hands

Mo Yuming felt a little dazed, as if he was clearly a rookie account, but a master was helping him to hold the mouse and play for him.

"How about I try it myself?" Without Ling Xuan's correction, he might not be able to hit anything.

"Okay." Ling Xuan moved away with some regret and stood aside to watch.

Facts have proved that Mo Yuming is still very self-aware.

He fired two more shots, but neither hit the zombie, and he couldn't even outline the zombie.

Mo Yuming also felt a little ashamed, and thought to himself: Next time I will never complain about how the good guys in TV dramas can never beat the villains, and that is just outlining the villains.

Ling Xuan used the thunder ball to kill the two zombies that were missed, and said with a smile: "You are an amateur, and this is your first time using a gun, don't be too anxious."

"But the amount of bullets should be limited. Isn't it a waste for me to practice like this?" Even if Mo Yuming didn't go to transport the gun with Ling Xuan, he wouldn't be so naive as to think that he had a pile of bullets to practice with.

"It's okay, at least you have enough. I promise to let you practice until you learn it. If you really can't, let Fu Bohuan make more bullets." When Ling Xuan brought the guns back, he deliberately left behind these two guns and a few hundred bullets. These things originally belonged to him, and it was up to him how he wanted to use them.

"Then come and help me again, I'll get the feeling." Mo Yuming was not in a hurry for success, but now that it's out, wouldn't it be a waste if he didn't practice?

Behind him, Ling Xuan's beautiful lips curved upwards slightly, with a hint of smile in his eyes. He approached again, and put on a stern face, like a strict instructor, and said very close: "Raise your hands higher and spread your feet further. Does the zombie see it? You can observe the distance of its step and the time it takes to infer its movement speed."

"Shouldn't it be like in a TV drama, with a bunch of formulas and then calculating the final result?" Mo Yuming couldn't help but turn his head and looked at Ling Xuan with curiosity.

Ling Xuan pressed his entire body against Mo Yuming, stretched out his slender right hand, and inserted it into Mo Yuming's right index finger. Before he turned his head, he had already pulled the trigger.

There was a loud "bang" sound.

Because Mo Yuming turned his head in an incorrect posture, the recoil of the gun caused him to bump lightly into Ling Xuan. Then he heard Ling Xuan chuckle in his ear: "You can count, but the person will die after the count. It's not as fast as me just doing it directly."

It makes so much sense that I can't refute it.

Mo Yuming looked back and saw that the zombie's head had been blown off.

"What are you thinking about in your little head? You are not a weird genius like Fu Bohuan. How can an ordinary person seriously calculate formulas under the threat of a moving enemy? And are you sure that your head can fit a bunch of formulas and numbers without getting confused?" Ling Xuan stood up slightly and did not press on Mo Yuming's body so much, but his chin still lightly touched the top of Mo Yuming's head.

"Okay, it's my fault that I don't deserve to show off." Mo Yuming couldn't help laughing after he finished speaking.

"Then our goal this time is to hit this zombie." Ling Xuan pointed at a zombie with an afro.

"Okay, you don't have to do anything this time. Just stay behind me and be my military advisor."

"Row."

"A little to the left, a little up, and it moves again, this time to the right..."

"boom".

This time, Mo Yuming hit the zombie's afro.

The zombie must have had thick hair when he was alive, but the bullet only made a hole in the upper left corner of his hair, and the integrity of the hairstyle was not destroyed.

The zombie touched its head, and then, as if angered, it suddenly accelerated and rushed towards them.

Mo Yuming was shocked by its speed and subconsciously fired another shot. This shot hit the zombie's stomach, but to the zombie, nothing was fatal except the head.

The sense of urgency as the zombies suddenly and rapidly approached made Mo Yuming hold the gun tightly, planning to find another opportunity to aim.

Ling Xuan suddenly reached out and pinched his fingers to make him relax, then used his lightning ability to get rid of the afro zombie.

"What's wrong? Actually, I could have tried it again." Mo Yuming felt a little unsatisfied.

"Now is the most special part of using a gun. You are out of bullets. At this time, don't think about relying on the gun, but rely on the existing conditions to deal with the enemy." Ling Xuan reached to the bottom of the gun, took out the magazine, and it was indeed empty.

Oh, and this gun only holds six rounds.

Ling Xuan took out six bullets from his bag, and handed them to Mo Yuming: "Come on, load them yourself this time. You will remember them better if you load them yourself. Whenever I only had one bullet left, I had to think about what to do next. You should also have this awareness when using a gun in the future."

"Okay." Mo Yuming was like a good student. When loading the gun, he even carefully checked whether the bullets were in the correct position. After that, he was about to put the magazine back into the gun.

Ling Xuan took the magazine and reminded, "Wait. You thought there were bullets just now, so you loaded the gun. It is very dangerous to put the magazine in this situation. You need to restore the safety of the gun to the locked state, like this..." Ling Xuan helped him adjust the safety while speaking. The hammer on the gun entered the retracted state, and Ling Xuan handed him the magazine.

Mo Yuming took it, put the magazine into the gun, and couldn't help but sigh: "Fortunately, there is a master to teach me."

Ling Xuan: “…No need to call me Master.” This title sounds old and plain, and it sounds as if the age gap between the two is like that of a grandfather and grandson. It is definitely not as CP-like as that of Master, Instructor, or Teacher.

"Okay, then let's call him boss." Mo Yuming nonchalantly looked for a new zombie as a target.

Ling Xuan said regretfully: "Okay." He was still thinking that the instructor was quite attractive.

Afterwards, Mo Yuming picked several more zombies to practice with, but after all, it was his first time practicing, and sometimes he would not only not make any progress, but might even regress.

After practicing for several hours, Mo Yuming's hands were sore, especially his shoulders were so stiff. He had used 66 bullets and could not practice anymore.

Ling Xuan saw his state, so he asked, "Are you going back?"

"Let's go back. I'm tired." Now Mo Yuming just wanted to lie down.

The two of them drove back.

After they left, three zombies walked out from behind an inconspicuous building.

"Brother, I've already told you that mom probably won't be free today. You see, even if we squat here and wait, we can't expect him to act alone." Ah Chang poked Xiao Tan with her hair.

Xiao Tan began to dig into the bodies of the zombies knocked down by Ling Xuan and Mo Yuming, and found a pile of spent bullets.

"What are you doing, brother?" The short-haired boy didn't understand, but still subconsciously helped his brother take out the bullets.

"Tell me, how can I find the same toy as the one in Mo Yuming's hand?" Xiao Tan just felt that Mo Yuming had to get so close to the human male because he liked that toy.

So as long as it has that toy, it's fine.

Just at this moment, a zombie passed by.

Xiao Tan held a bullet between the index and middle fingers of his right hand and threw it at the zombie's head, instantly blowing its head off.

Little Greedy fell into deep thought again: Why does Mo Yuming want that toy? It can also produce the same effect as a toy? Can't I just play with it? Or treat it as a toy.