Darkness is Coming

   After choosing their respective weapons, the students came to the spacious outdoor shooting range, and with the help of the instructors in the uniforms of the Far Rescue Society, they began to learn the basic use of their respective weapons.

Because most of the students are unfamiliar with the performance of weapons and cannot learn high-end skills, during the afternoon course, students who choose hot weapons are constantly repeating the actions of aiming, shooting, and loading, while students who choose cold weapons are Constantly hacking, hacking and hacking, there is no cool combo, and there is no peerless martial arts. Some are just boring but necessary basic accumulation.

Compared to the inhuman treatment that he suffered in the morning, this kind of boring is not a blessing. At least Instructor Chandler will not beat people to half to death like senior instructors. Even if some students make low-level mistakes, Instructor Chandler and counselor The teachers will also patiently correct and teach carefully, and are kind like the caring teachers who take care of children in kindergartens.

Before school, at the warm request of the students, Instructor Chandler showed off his weapon. It was a heavy pistol. The smell of gun oil could be smelled from far away. , The blue hair is mottled, and a line of unrecognizable coded numbers is engraved on the gun body.

When Instructor Chandler showed his beloved weapon, there were waves in his eyes, and he seemed to see a glorious past. Presumably this gun also has an unusual history, but what the students could not understand is that this is How can such a gun become an instructor's weapon with an antique whose rifling is almost flat?

The American Federal man carrying the SOP raised his hand and asked: "Instructor, why did you choose such a piece of waste that has been eliminated by history, not only can it not be fitted with a silencer, but also has no rifling, which neither guarantees accuracy nor satisfactory. range."

   With other instructors, no one dared to ask such a question, but now everyone knows that Instructor Chandler is a good guy, or at least acts like a good guy.

Sure enough, Instructor Chandler was not annoyed, he just shook his head lightly and said, "What suits you is the best, kid, maybe you won't believe it, but the truth is, this piece of trash that you say has been eliminated by history is in my hands. There is a wonderful performance in it.”

  The students cheered one after another, and the woman with the immortal body stood up and said excitedly: "Take me as an experiment, instructor, show us a hand!"

   "Student Huo Lu, I don't think this is a good idea."

   "It doesn't matter, I can't die." Huo Lu died two or three times in the morning, and now she is used to the so-called "death" and has no fear at all.

   "There are arts that can transcend the pain of death and make people sink."

"It really doesn't matter, we all want to see 'man and gun unite', don't hide the instructor, come on, shoot me!" Huo Lu's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were fixed on instructor Chandler's pair of sapphire sapphires. His eyes almost burst out with lust.

   Instructor Chandler repeatedly refused, but could not hold back the enthusiasm of the students, so he reluctantly agreed to use Huo Lu as a teaching aid to demonstrate the legendary "man and gun unite".

Holding the old gun in his hand, Instructor Chandler flicked his hand seemingly very casually. The muzzle drew a moving arc, and in the middle of walking, a flame spewed out, and the bullet flew out along the unrifled barrel. , the bullet inevitably began to turn during the flight, and it turned somersaults, and it made an amazing scream. After cutting into Huo Lu's body at close range, the bullet did not penetrate her body like a normal bullet, but continued. Spin, spin, spin, shred every organ you encounter along the way.

  Huo Lu looked down at her belly, a big hole had been slashed by a bullet, and through the hole, you could see that it was rotten and disgusting.

  Finally, the brave Huo Lu personally proved Chandler's famous saying: some arts can give people the pain beyond death. Perhaps out of sympathy for Huo Lu, Instructor Chandler awarded Huo Lu 20 extra credits, but Huo Lu never dared to use her immortality as a teaching aid.

After the    weapons elective course, the students had breakfast in the cafeteria, and then came to the first teaching building according to the schedule. There were also foreign language classes and ideological and political classes from 7:00 to 9:00 pm.

The first teaching building is a splendid and atmospheric building, which can be seen from a long distance. Its shape is comparable to the White House of the United States. The fat man even curled his fat lips and said disdainfully: "What's the matter, the county party committee building in my hometown is more domineering than this one."

   Yang Dong raised his head and looked at the roof of the first teaching building, which was engraved with three majestic Chinese characters.

   "Jusi Building." Yang Dong slowly read out the name of the first teaching building, and immediately became awestruck.

   "You have such a straight waist, what's the point of your name?" Zhou Tianhong walked behind Yang Dong and asked curiously when he saw Yang Dong's appearance.

Yang Dong nodded and said, "Think twice and think twice, it's for Jiusi. There are several buildings in China named Jiusi Building, one of which is on the island in the heart of the Yuanjiang River. It is the office building of the Yuanjiu Association. The name was chosen by Chang himself. Oh, you may not know Yuanjiaohui. Two of the extracurricular readings distributed last night were about Yuanjiaohui, "Dawn is Coming" and "Yuanjiaohui." The author of "The Catalog of Variants" is also President Yang."

"Oh... I also like to read online novels, but I haven't had time to read "Dawn is Coming"." Zhou Tianhong scratched his head and asked, "I always hear you talk about this person, and I also heard Principal Wu talk about this person last night, you guys. Who the **** was that?"

   "Look there."

  Yang Dong pointed to the direction of Jiusi Tower in front. There were three huge statues standing in front of the entrance of Jiusi Tower. The statue on the left is a young man in military uniform with his hands behind his back and his face is expressionless; the statue on the right is a young man in a robe, holding a wine gourd in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand, with a stern expression; The statue in the center is a young man wearing a long trench coat, with his hands in the pockets of the trench coat, his eyes are looking into the distance, and the hem of the trench coat is floating, as if moving in the wind.

   "Who are they?" Zhou Tianhong seemed to have a guess, but he wasn't sure.

"During the time when the dome disappeared, the heroes of Yuanjiang mentioned in the news broadcast, and the fiery 'anti-corpse organization' uploaded on the Internet, remember, Yuanjiao Association is the non-governmental organization that saves Yuanjiang, and the one in the middle is Yuanjiang. The founder of the Salvation Association, the one on the left is the deputy director of the former security department of Yuanjiang, the commander-in-chief to the corpse, Liu Yuanzhou, and the one on the right should be the legendary wine sword immortal Yu Qian." Yang Dong will sculpt the characters one by one out, as a treasure.

   Zhou Tianhong suddenly said: "They are the Three Heroes of the Yuanjiang River that fans of "Dawn is Coming" often say."

"The vulgar title of the Three Masters of Yuanjiang is not worthy of them." Yang Dong walked to the statue and bowed deeply, his upper body and his legs were at a 90-degree angle. in the end.