The bright morning sun hangs in the sky. On the clean blue sky, a gauze-like rose color slowly stretches out. The blue dawn quietly passes through the steep mountain passes, as if looking for the things forgotten here yesterday.
Something. The sunlight passed through the trees, even slipped under the fallen leaves, and traveled to every corner.
There was a dark figure lying on the edge of a small river. When I looked closer, I saw that it was a man in a blue-gray uniform. Slowly, the man moved slightly. After a while, he struggled to sit up.
He turned around and revealed his face. It turned out to be a young man about twenty-one or twelve years old, with ordinary appearance but a handsome nose. This young man was the one who unfortunately was thrown into the moat.
Comrade Pang Gang, the urban management officer.
After Pang Gang struggled to sit up, he looked at the rising sun above his head and felt a little confused, "Well... I remember that I was knocked into the moat by Pork Rong at noon. After falling into the river, I
I don’t know anything anymore, why is it already morning? Have I been unconscious here all night?”
"Eh... The environment here is wrong? Why am I here? Is there such a beautiful scenery around Xinghu City?" Pang Gang, who came back to his senses, sat on the ground and slowly looked at the surrounding scenery.
The questions in my mind are getting heavier and heavier.
As the name suggests, the moat is an artificially dug river that flows around the city. The moat in Xinghu City is not connected to any major Yangtze rivers, so Pang Gang, who had just woken up, expressed his confusion as to why he was here.
After sitting for a while, Pang just felt that his chest was touched by something hard. After thinking about it, he remembered that he used a book he bought at a street stall before he had time to read it as a shield when he was at work yesterday.
It was tied to my chest. I was stabbed by that porker yesterday. The reason why I didn't die was all thanks to this book.
Thinking of this, Pang Gang took off his wet uniform to reveal the shirt underneath, and then carefully took off a black rectangle fixed on his chest.
When Pang Gang slowly untied the bag that he had wrapped tightly with several black plastic bags and saw the book slowly revealing its true identity, his mouth slowly opened wide, big enough to put a duck egg in.
What appeared in front of Pang Gang at this time was a book about two centimeters thick and large in octavo paper. On the cover of the book was written "Encyclopedia of Modern Weapons" in six simplified Chinese characters. Well, this is not the point.
It’s not a problem. Comrade Pang Gang, who grew up under the red flag, grew up looking at the simplified Chinese characters. Under the big characters is a scene of a group of European soldiers shooting at each other with primitive rifles. Well, this
It’s not the point. We can’t accuse someone of advocating foreign things just because their publishing house adopts such a cover. But the key to the problem is that this picture moves, just like a movie showing soldiers firing off guns in a loop.
The scene is quite scary like this!
"Nah...is this a weird situation? Is this...is this still the book I bought yesterday?"
Putting down the book, Pang Gang, who looked a little dull, looked up at the sky and then at the surrounding flowers and trees. Well, the sun is orange-red, the trees are green, and the few wild flowers around are red. Everything is beautiful.
It's normal, and there's nothing wrong with my eyes, but why did this book become like this?
I lowered my head to read the book again, and the pictures on the book were still flashing. Damn, what did my friend buy at the street stall yesterday not as a pirated product worth 30 yuan a piece, but an Apple tablet worth 3,000 yuan? Or this one?
Is the book possessed by that dead ghost who can't see it to death?
Pang Gang, who was suspicious, stretched out his trembling hands and opened the book. The paper of the book has now turned into a material he has never seen before. It looks like gold but not gold, looks like silver but not silver, and is not like gold.
Ordinary paper is more like a special synthetic substance. Anyway, with our Comrade Pang Gang's poor knowledge, it is difficult to analyze what kind of substance it is.
However, the content in this book is still very reliable. The first few dozen pages are about cold weapons, which cover everything from the bronze halberd of the Shang Dynasty to the Mo Dao of the Tang Dynasty, the Persian Damascus scimitar and the modern saber.
It is very detailed and equipped with colorful pictures. The following dozens of pages talk about the small arms of hot weapons, which range from the primitive rockets of the Song Dynasty, the fire blunderbuss and bird blunderbuss of the Ming Dynasty to matchlock guns and flintlock guns.
Moving on to the modern front-mounted rifles, there are all kinds of models. Then there are the artillery and ship chapters.
Pang Gang flipped through the book in a hurry and found something that made him a little annoyed, that is, except for the cold weapon chapter in the front, which was in color, the pictures in the back were all black and white.
"Damn...these damn pirates are really stingy. They only produced a few pages of color pictures, and then used black and white pictures to fool me. Could it be that those profiteers use this method to make money?"
"?" Pang Gang was about to close the book angrily, but he was a little surprised to find that there were familiar Arabic numerals underneath the pictures.
For example, under a matchlock gun, the price of iron ore is 200, and the price of wood is 30. Under the picture of a flintlock gun next to it, iron ore is 300, tungsten ore is 50, and the front-loading rifle at the back is marked.
The price of iron ore is 500, wood is 100, and tungsten ore is 100.
"This is what you mean. Does this mean the price list of these guns?" Comrade Pang Gang said that he didn't understand. However, when Pang Gang was very curious, he turned the book to the previous chapter on cold weapons and found that among the cold weapons
Price symbols are also marked below, but the prices of these cold weapons are much cheaper than the hot weapons at the back. For example, a saber is only marked with a price of 10 iron ore, and a famous Damascus scimitar is not much more.
The price of iron ore is only 30.
"It seems that cold weapons are really worthless. Even those unscrupulous pirates don't look down on you!" Pang Gang shook his head and unconsciously poked at one of the colorful pictures with his finger. Suddenly he felt a coolness flash through his finger.
A black cloud appeared in front of him. The cloud quickly turned into the shape of a knife, and then fell to the grass with a "clack", and a machete appeared in front of Pang Gang.
"Uh, what the hell is going on? Are you hallucinating again?" Pang Gang, who was startled, stretched out his right hand tremblingly and slowly grabbed the scimitar on the ground. He slowly grabbed the scimitar.
The handle of the scimitar feels very real...not like an illusion.
When Pang Gang put the knife in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, his sensitive skin suddenly felt a chill coming over him. He looked at it carefully and found that the knife was curved in shape, about one hundred centimeters long and one centimeter thick.
It weighs about 2.5 kilograms. Three-quarters of the total length of the blade is particularly widened near the tip. There is a counter-blade on the back of the widened blade. There is a blood groove on the blade. The hand guard is shaped like a cross.
The handle of the knife is bent downward into a spherical shape, which seems to prevent it from falling out during chopping.
Moreover, the veins on the blade of this knife are like silk texture, and the whole knife is dazzling. This is the snowflake pattern, one of the unique patterns of the Damascus scimitar.
Holding the scimitar, Pang Gang looked at the figure nine placed on his knee. No matter how ignorant the pseudo-military fan who was hanging out with astronomy was, he knew how much an authentic Damascus scimitar was worth. The value of this knife was
It was enough for him to buy a 100-square-meter suite in a second-tier city like Xinghu.
"Uh... But how could this knife come out of the book and do magic with bare hands?" Pang Gang was a little confused by this sudden incident. Weird things have happened one after another since yesterday.
He fell into the moat without dying, and then suddenly appeared by the river, and then something appeared from the book. One after another strange things made Pang Gang a little numb.
"Forget it, leave it alone, let's see how to find a way home now, Zhu Zhurong! Let's see how I deal with you when I get back!" Pang Gang was also heartbroken and struggled to stand up.
I picked up the Scimitar and the "Encyclopedia of Modern Weapons" and slowly walked forward...