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Chapter 42 Shotguns

"The owner of this ranch can be regarded as a rich family in our town. Hey, in this last world, money is worthless!"

Yan Hua walked into the house, opened the drawer and started rummaging through it, while muttering to Bai Bing and Chen Mo.

After hearing this, Chen Mo sighed slightly and walked into the house. Bai Bing also began to search the ranch owner's house to see if he could find anything useful.

The surrounding area of ​​the ranch was very quiet, and the ordinary zombies outside started to wander aimlessly after losing their targets.

"what?"

Chen Mo, who entered the bedroom of the house, saw a square thing covered with a gray cloth as soon as he entered the door.

With some doubts, Chen Mo walked towards the gray cloth.

Then I saw Chen Mo, who was covered in gauze, walk up to the gray step, stretched out his hand and pulled the dusty step away, stirring up a burst of dust, and then took a closer look.

"Tsk, is this a generator?"

Looking at the machine exuding a diesel smell and some gears connected in front of him, Chen Mo babbled and then spoke to the air in front of him in confusion.

'boom! '

"Gan!"

Just before he bent down and studied the machine that looked exactly like a diesel generator in front of him, Chen Mo heard a gunshot outside the bedroom, and then heard Yan Hua yell in fear.

"firearms?"

Chen Mo didn't have time to think about it, so he quickly got up and rushed out of the bedroom with a stride. At the same time, the samurai sword on the side of the backpack was pulled out again and held tightly in his hand.

"Uh, brother Chen Mo, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

Chen Mo, who was solemn under the gauze, just rushed out of the bedroom when he saw Yan Hua who was holding a shotgun, scratching his head in embarrassment and talking to himself.

Seeing the white smoke rising from the shotgun in Yan Hua's hand, Chen Mo's eyelids instantly drooped, looking at Yan Hua helplessly and speaking.

"Where did I find it?"

"That's it. There is a long wooden box under the sofa. As soon as I opened it, I saw this, and there are several things that look like batteries."

'Awhhhh!Click! '

Following Yan Hua's embarrassing opening, there were a few howls of zombies outside the house. Don't even think about it, the gunshots must have attracted the zombies.

"What, what happened, what happened, what happened?"

Afterwards, Bai Bing, who also arrived after hearing the sound, saw Yan Hua and Chen Mo staring at each other, and immediately asked.

"It's okay, it's okay, I found a shotgun."

After hearing Bai Bing's voice, Yan Hua scratched his head again and said to Bai Bing with a haha.

"That's not a shotgun, it's a regular shotgun, and what's in this wooden box isn't a battery, it's the ammunition for the shotgun."

Hearing a little noisy sound outside, Chen Mo frowned, walked to the rectangular wooden box, squatted down, picked up a piece of shotgun ammunition, looked at it, and said to Yan Hua.

"Shotgun? Isn't it."

As Yan Hua began to chatter excitedly, the running zombies around him who heard the sound of shotguns also roared and waved their arms to look for the source of the sound.

"Shotgun, I don't know how to use it either."

Yan Hua, who had been nagging for a long time, gradually regained his composure when he heard the hissing sound from outside. After calming down, Yan Hua said to Chen Mo with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Chen Mo put the samurai sword back into the scabbard upon hearing this, and turned to look at the white soldier whose eyes were shining brightly at the shotgun in Yan Hua's hand.

Hearing that the zombies outside the house had started to slap on the door and glass, Chen Mo raised his eyebrows under the gauze slightly, and then spoke to Bai Bing in a still lukewarm tone.

"This thing is called a shotgun, and some people call it a shotgun, but it's the same thing. It's very lethal at close range. Do you know how to use it?"

Hearing Chen Mo's question to him, Bai Bing's eyes froze for a moment, and then he lowered his head a little lonely and answered Chen Mo in a somewhat disappointed voice.

"No, but I used it in the game!"

Then Bai Bing looked at Chen Mo again. Chen Mo rolled his eyes when he heard this, then reached out to take the shotgun handed by Yan Hua, handed it to Bai Bing and said.

"Then tell me what model this shotgun is, and I'll teach you how to use it if the answer is correct."

Looking at Chen Mo, who didn't seem to be joking in front of him, Bai Bing slowly rolled his Adam's apple up and down and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said with a dry throat.

"This, this is, M1897, designed by Browning, with a [-]-inch barrel, a bayonet seat under the muzzle, and a bayonet with a matching model, and the firing power is huge."

Hearing Bai Bing's somewhat stammering answer, Chen Mo's mouth buried under the gauze also evoked a smile and spoke again with a little appreciation in his eyes.

"It's M1897, that's right, but there is no bayonet mount. It's powerful, but the recoil is also huge. If you don't hold the gun correctly."

Bai Bing, whose eyes were full of thirst for knowledge, could only hear Chen Mo's voice in his ears.

Yan Hua, who was standing aside, was listening to Chen Mo's words with some curiosity. The three people in the room completely ignored the four or five zombies outside the room that were beating the windows and walls.

Nine men out of ten like guns, and one man likes tanks.

This sentence also explained the current situation. Chen Mo kept making demonstrations with a shotgun in his hand, while Yan Hua and Bai Bing on the side also listened with gusto.

"Okay! That's about it. Let me demonstrate it to you in actual combat. Pay attention to cover your ears."

There was still a somewhat indifferent voice, but Bai Bing, who heard Chen Mo's voice, was not at all unhappy. Instead, he had a little more admiration for this young man of his own age.

As soon as Chen Mo, who was covered in gauze, said, he suddenly opened the shotgun from the front of the butt with a 'click', and then shook out an empty bullet casing.

'kaka'

With two crisp sounds, Chen Mo picked up a battery-sized ammunition from the wooden box on the ground, loaded it, and then swung the shotgun upwards. In an instant, the shotgun returned to its original shape.

This set of movements was almost completed in the blink of an eye, and Yan Hua and the two who were watching were stunned.

As Chen Mo stuck the butt of the shotgun above his creaking hole, he slowly picked up the gun and walked towards the wooden door of the house.

Seeing Chen Mo's departure, Yan Hua subconsciously took a few steps back and slowly covered his ears with his hands.

Then Yan Hua and Bai Bing looked at Chen Mo's next move with curiosity in their eyes.

'boom'

As Chen Mo kicked open the wooden door of the house, the two zombies who were slapping on the glass immediately reacted, roaring at Chen Mo while waving their arms to greet Chen Mo.

At this time, Bai Bing, who was already full of desire for knowledge, also stood behind Chen Mo and stared blankly at Chen Mo's posture of holding the gun and the movements of Chen Mo's hands.

(End of this chapter)