Love has magic power, and a woman nourished by love will be radiant.

Gongsun Mingzhu never thought that there would be such a wonderful feeling and such a perfect man in the world.

My husband is handsome, unparalleled in wisdom, considerate, and holds a high position of authority.

Especially, she has only one concubine in the other courtyard, enjoying her husband's favor exclusively, which makes her full of happiness.

Therefore, she became interested in the guards' muskets and artillery, and begged her husband to explain it in depth.

So, Liu Bei took a flintlock musket and explained it clearly from its structure to its firing principle.

Feeling that it was not enough, Liu Bei also asked his new concubine to experience it for herself. Gongsun Mingzhu was already youthful and lively, and also had a very adventurous spirit.

So, under the guidance of my husband, I loaded the powder, loaded the ammunition, pressed the chamber, picked up the long gun, and pulled the trigger tremblingly.

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

A burst of smoke rose up, the projectiles flew to nowhere, and the spear fell to the ground. Gongsun Mingzhu's arms were sore, and his white Shengxue face was covered with gunpowder smoke.

Watching your husband shoot a gun is a completely different mood than shooting yourself.

Gongsun Mingzhu, who was frightened by the fireworks and loud noise and screamed, stood frozen on the spot, not daring to open his eyes.

Suddenly, a strong arm hugged him and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, your husband is here, Mingzhu will be fine."

Her heart beating like a deer calmed down. Gongsun Mingzhu opened her eyes and saw her husband smiling but not smiling. She suddenly became shy and buried her head in his arms.

He caressed the concubine's heart and placed her on the sofa, then leaned over to pick up the musket, cleaned the chamber, and reloaded the gun.

Liu Bei raised his head, looked at his concubine who had calmed down slightly, and asked, "Do you want to do it again?"

Gongsun Mingzhu’s face turned red.

But she is a young person after all and has a strong competitive spirit. She replied not to be outdone: "Come as you come, I am not afraid!"

After taking the gun, Liu Bei supported her and said in her ear: "Stand still, keep your hands flat, tilt your head back slightly, align the sight with the target, um, good, pull the trigger."

"Bang!"

Fireworks went up, and thirty steps away, a bullet hole appeared on the figure on the target.

This time, Gongsun Mingzhu felt much better. Shooting in her husband's arms made her feel at ease. The shot was extremely accurate.

"Yeah! Hit, husband and concubine hit!"

Seeing the figure being shot in the head, Gongsun Mingzhu felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment and jumped up, her last panic gone.

"Ah, my pearl is actually a marksman! Amazing! Kiss me! Boo!"

The old man wastes no time taking advantage.

But the more this happened, Gongsun Mingzhu's heart felt as sweet as honey.

Since then, there has been a concubine in Zhijinwu Villa who likes shooting.

Perhaps due to his talent, Gongsun Mingzhu has an excellent touch. Even if the target is seventy paces, every shot will hit, six, seven, nine, eight, and ten.

Liu Bei was greatly surprised. He was more accurate than me. Could it be that he was a natural sniper?

Finally being able to surpass her husband in one aspect, Gongsun Mingzhu never tired of it, and from time to time she would pull Tangtang Zhijinwu to compete in shooting competitions.

The rumors that the new lady's shooting skills were superb made the elite shooters of the Musketeers very unconvinced, thinking that this was an exaggerated rumor by the master.

As a result, he was laughed at by the artillery soldiers.

"Oh shit, this is a bunch of big men. They are not even as good as women. If they were brothers in the artillery army, they would definitely hang them with a rope."

The Gunnery Battalion was established later than the Artillery Battalion, but the Musketeers are also elites in the army and naturally have quite a temper.

"The battle is about who kills more people and who is more accurate. You can exchange twenty taels of silver for a gun and exchange it for bullets, which is enough for a hundred heads! You don't have to spend your own money, and you don't feel bad about the waste, right?"

In every battle, the artillery force's consumption tops the list. Of course, the deterrent effect is irreplaceable, but the Musketeers Battalion relies on the number of enemy kills and accuracy, which is tantamount to targeting weak spots.

The artilleryman naturally retorted: "The artillery can hit two thousand steps, why the hell do you want to hit me? Besides, without tanks, you would have been cut down by Xiliang horse thieves!"

"Infantry-tank coordination" is the lord's favorite tactic, and it has achieved remarkable results in actual combat. The artillery army's meaning is very clear. If you kill more people, you will score half as much as the tank troops.

"A rotten musket is so slow that it's not afraid of blowing the sky?"

The infantry battalion was choked to the point of speechlessness and stared angrily.

At this moment, the lord, his concubine, and Zhao Yun came here randomly to patrol the camp and happened to hear it.

Gongsun Mingzhu loved Wujiwu, so he naturally became closer to the Musketeer Camp and immediately helped the platform.

"Why is the musket so slow?"

Hearing the woman's voice, everyone turned around and immediately knelt down to pay homage to the lord and his new wife.

"I've seen Jinwu Zhi, I've seen Madame Mingzhu!"

Liu Bei laughed: "No gifts, no gifts, everyone, get up!"

No one dared to disturb them and planned to disperse after getting up.

Gongsun Mingzhu, who was loved by thousands of people, couldn't bear it. She looked at the artillery veteran and asked: "How fast can you fire?"

The artillery army was stunned, knowing that the new lady was watching, and looked at Zhao Yun. After all, except for Gao Jin, the artillery army captain, Zhao Yun had the highest status.

Zhao Yun laughed and said, "Madam, if I ask you something, just say it directly."

Liu Bei's principle is very simple. Anyway, as long as it does not violate military regulations, soldiers can speak and act as they wish.

The artillery veteran said: "Six shots in a quarter of an hour."

Gongsun Mingzhu smiled and said: "Then I can take ten breaths and ten shots, and the gun will hit. Can you do it?"

The veteran definitely didn't believe it, but out of respect for the Lord, he could only say with a fake smile: "What the madam says is whatever it is. I dare not disbelieve it."

"You don't believe it?"

Not only the artillery troops didn't believe it, but even the musketeers didn't believe it. One shot with one breath was no problem, but ten shots with ten breaths was absolutely impossible. As for the gun hits, it was just a dream.

In order to make his concubine happy, Liu Bei deliberately said in surprise: "The pearl is not a lie, right?"

Gongsun Mingzhu replied proudly: "You will know if you try it?"

Just give it a try. Ten targets were set up at seventy paces. When they heard that the new lady was going to demonstrate her rumored marksmanship, more than a hundred people immediately gathered around her.

Ten loaded flintlock muskets are placed on a long table.

Everyone suddenly realized that it was so!

Gongsun Mingzhu glanced at the veteran who was muttering secretly, and said with a smile: "I can buy ten guns and have ten servants to load them, can't I?"

Okay, you can be willful if you have money!

Gongsun Mingzhu stepped forward and held the gun barrel.

Zhao Yun immediately discovered that the new lady's temperament had completely changed.

The slender and well-proportioned figure is like a tall and straight green pine.

The slightly opened right eye looks at the gun target like an eagle targeting its prey.

Calm and firm, strong and confident, this kind of momentum is very similar to that of Zhang Guan and Zhang Zhang holding weapons and about to fight.

This made Zhao Yun amazed, and at the same time he was impressed by the accuracy of the Lord's prediction.

"With firearms, women can also defeat strong men."

"Bang!"

Gongsun Mingzhu quickly put down his musket, grabbed the second shot, raised his hand and shot.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang..."

After ten shots were fired, the observer holding a telescope on the side had already made statistics simultaneously.

"Ten shots out of ten, twenty, three-nine, one-eight, three-seven, one-four."

Wow!

"Bah bang bang!"

The onlookers applauded and expressed their sincere respect.

In the military, the only thing that matters is victory or defeat. If you can hit all ten shots, you are already a top shooter. If you can shoot so quickly and with such high accuracy, even elite shooters can only keep up.

The new lady looked at the artillery veteran provocatively and asked: "Well, how is it?"

The veteran immediately admitted defeat, respectfully bowed his hands in apology, and said: "My lady's marksmanship is amazing, I am convinced!"

Zhao Yun said with a smile: "Madam's shooting skills are comparable to Li Guang's. If you have time, I hope you can go to the Musket Camp to give me some pointers."

The artillery soldiers looked surprised.

How dare you, Zhao Zilong, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, betray the artillery army?
Chapter completed!