Relaxing time always passes quickly.
When the sun rises, Van opens the door and walks outside.
He sees Kane holding an ax chopping firewood as usual.
He is like a tireless machine, chipping away piece by piece.
Clinging to the same piece of wood until it can no longer be decomposed.
Sustaining some of Sheard's research requires a lot of energy, and these sections of flammable wood are prepared for this.
Sometimes Muka will come to help, but most of the time Kane cuts the wood silently alone.
Fan randomly picked up a few pieces of wood, only to find that the proportions of these pieces of wood were surprisingly similar.
He found a few more pieces, but the result was still the same.
"Your level doesn't seem to match your skills."
Fan threw back the piece of wood in his hand and said.
"Ha."
Kane stopped what he was doing and wiped the slight sweat from his forehead, "When it comes to skills, I don't think I can compare with you.
To be honest, even now I still can't believe that you are not really a reformer. people."
Fan did not take over Kane's words, but instead said, "Why don't you improve your level?
Your skills are fully qualified for a higher level."
"Hey, that's what I thought, until I met a monster like you, which made me feel like I still need to keep exercising."
"Why do you value skills so much?"
"I have been committed to developing skills and body control because I have seen too many people who are superstitious about level and were defeated miserably by opponents with a lower level than themselves.
That taught me that sometimes too high a level can actually be a problem.
A burden, excessive strength will hide the flaws in your skills, making you unable to see many things, and between life and death, these loopholes will often cost you your life.”
"You are not afraid that your level will stay here forever."
"Hey."
Kane suddenly laughed, shook his head and said nothing.
"Hmph, you have time to mind other people's affairs.
Why don't you mind yourself?
If this kid wants to improve his level, he will at least reach level seven within a month, so why should you worry about it?"
Looking at Fan's face full of doubts.
Shield curled his lips and said, "You know why?
He's the son of a wealthy family.
As the saying goes, it's good to enjoy the shade under a big tree.
If you don't have anything to say about what you want, then come back.
If you want to be like him, then just listen to me.
The master will be in a good mood."
What do you want?"
Fan sideways glanced at Shield, who was so boastful, and said, "Just teach me what you promised me."
"Hmph."
Sheard snorted angrily, "You think my skills are easy to learn, right?
It took me more than ten years to master any of them."
"Then teach me now, I'm in a hurry."
"You stinky boy" Shields was so angry that his teeth itched, but there was nothing he could do.
Kane on the side couldn't help laughing.
He never thought that a true master like Shield would be so frustrated.
"Follow me."
Shield waved his hand and entered the house.
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An hour later, at the workbench in the back room, Old God Sheld was holding the Bible, "Boy, what you just mentioned is just the most basic smelting and manufacturing part of bomb making.
It is an introduction to the introduction, but it is also very important.
Part of it, after all, the engraving is only It is an auxiliary method, and the power of the bullet is still determined by its own material and explosives.
However, as long as you can remember these, you can still make them.
Next, I will officially let you see the skills of the master.
You can master it just by remembering it” As he spoke, Shield threw a leather holster from the side.
Fan reached out to catch it and realized that it was a gun holster.
The leather of the gun holster was covered with mottled patterns and was obviously made of Siberian tiger skin.
"Put the wild elephant in it, don't stick it in the back like a savage all day long."
Fan did not refuse and hung it directly on the left waist.
Needless to say, the toughness of the holster made of Siberian tiger skin, and the entire holster is extremely ergonomic for shooting, making it very convenient to take out and put in the gun. .
And there are bomb sacs all over the side, and the various areas are separated.
Apparently to store different types of bullets separately.
Fan nodded slightly, considering the production of such a special holster.
Only the maker of the gun can do it with ease.
He originally wanted to make one himself, but compared to what Shield gave him, his idea was more like a child's crude toy.
Seeing Fan's face full of love, Shields smiled proudly, "As long as you satisfy my teacher, you can get these things as much as you want."
"Compared to the physical object, I am more interested in your technology."
Fan replied without any appreciation.
"Sometimes you think they are really easy to learn, so I'll show you."
Shields read the Bible, angrily walked to the workbench, took out a bullet and started the carving process.
Of course, this bullet must have been specially prepared by him.
"Come here, get closer.
Do you know what the carvings are for?
Only in this way can we ensure that the bullet withstands the minimum resistance during flight.
And with this kind of carvings, when the bullet explodes, the shell will fall apart and remain in the wound, causing Hemorrhage will cause the opponent to lose combat effectiveness, and this."
Shield moved his fingers together, and intricate carvings were carved on the bullet.
These carvings were not limited to the bullet, but were all over the bullet's body.
In fact, the practice of engraving bullets was more like a joke in the old days, because the fluid design of the bullet itself was close to perfect, and any non-professional modifications would make its performance decrease instead of increase.
Bullets are used as mass consumables, which makes engraving impractical.
In the context of the new era, the shortage of various resources makes it impossible for bullets to be wasted aimlessly like in the old era.
With the continuous "evolution" of human beings themselves, the original bullet model is no longer applicable, and people are more acceptable.
Weapons with high power and low consumption.
It is under this background that engravings came into being.
But after all, this is an extremely niche art.
Real warriors will never waste time on such an art, and ordinary people who have difficulty even making a living will not be immersed in it.
Engraving is an extremely difficult skill, because each engraving must go through thousands of experiments before it can be finalized.
In the process of engraving, even the slightest difference may cause all previous efforts to be wasted.
Like Sheard, he can do it casually.
The method of boldly engraving the entire bullet cannot be described by common sense.
Of course, there is also an element of personal display in this.
Shield's fingers were flying, carving one after another quickly, and the bullets like works of art were placed on the workbench one after another.
Finally, he stopped tiredly.
Looking at Fan with a dull expression, Shields stroked his beard quite proudly, "You brat, now you know how powerful you are as a teacher."
This time Fan didn't object, but nodded silently.
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Shield's bullet carving skills were indeed extraordinary, but what shocked him even more was the number of carvings he had mastered.
He originally thought that the old guy could only "dum bullets", But now it seems that he is a frog in the well, and the effects of these bullets can even be superimposed to a certain extent, which makes him even more eager to learn this skill.
"Teach me."
So he couldn't wait to pick up a brand new carving knife.
"Why are you so anxious?
You think this is easy.
I'll give you the simplest engraving pattern.
When you can follow it and finish it without any mistakes, you can talk to me about learning later."
Shields casually handed over a The thick album was slapped on the table, and I casually opened a few pages before turning around and walking away.
Fan Duan sat at the workbench holding a carving knife, with an open album in his hand.
The patterns on the album simply dazzled him.
If this is the simplest engraving, then the difficulty of this skill is indeed terrifying.
"Just follow the painting, do you think this is something that happens overnight?
Let me tell you, this technique is most about the control of strength.
Only those who can effectively control every muscle of the body can complete a complete work, so this Without long-term accumulation, this skill can never be achieved overnight.
Even if you were my master, it took me half my life to reach where I am now."
Shields stroked his beard quite contentedly, looking at Fan's serious back at the workbench, and he He muttered something.
"You brat, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, so it's time to calm down your arrogance."
After a while, Shield removed the Bible in his hand, and Shi Shiran strolled towards Fan, "How do you find it difficult and start worshiping as a teacher?"
Shield pretended to smack his mouth.
"Just say what I admire.
I won't say anything to you as a teacher.
As a human being, it's better to be more honest."
At this time, Fan was about to finish the action in his hand, and he had no intention of paying attention to Shield.
Seeing this, Shield couldn't help but snorted.
"You brat, it takes you so long to do the simplest engraving.
My teacher really doubts whether you have any talent in this area.
As he said this, Sheld instinctively looked at the opened album, but at this glance , but he was stunned for a while.
On the page where the album was opened, there was a simple engraving.
It was clearly an extremely difficult penetrating engraving, but he clearly remembered that this was not the page he had opened.
At this time, a gust of wind couldn't help but blow outside the window.
The breeze was about to turn the pages of the book, but was held down by Fan's big hand.
"It's done, take a look."
Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead and handed over the "work" in his hand that had consumed all his energy.
Shield gave Fan a strange look and took it casually.
Of course he didn't believe that Fan could really complete it.
After all, the difficulty of carving the pattern was indeed quite difficult.
However, as soon as Fan got started, he was able to complete the work to the end, regardless of whether he There were many mistakes made during the portrayal process, but his persistence already won his praise.
"Boy, you are in good spirits.
It's not bad.
It's just your technique."
Shields casually played with the bullet in his hand.
"Your technique." in vain Shield's eyes were as big as bells, and his heavy breathing made his beard tremble.
All his attention was now focused on the bullet in his hand.
"Impossible, how is this possible?"
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His heart was filled with endless waves of shock, even more shocking than when he discovered Van's perfect gene.
Lying in his palm was a incomplete work, which was clearly made with extremely rigorous craftsmanship.
Perfect and difficult-to-penetrate engravings without a single flaw: