Chapter 68 The majesty of the old instructor
Miles put himself into the perspective of Urshula and recalled the scene.
The former teacher pulled himself together and cooperated with his family team to hunt several times, and then suddenly invited himself to join.
The most important thing is that one of the members of the family team is the teacher’s ugly eldest son, who is almost thirty years old and is still single, and still makes silly fun of her all day long.
What kind of invitation from **** is this?
Miles rubbed his forehead and said with a wry smile: "I'm really old, and I have forgotten all the ways of the world. No wonder she ran away so quickly after inviting the child."
“It’s all your fault!” Maxine suddenly glared at Ted angrily, “Ugly ghost! Scared away Oshula!”
Ted felt a little aggrieved. He was just worried that his ferocious appearance would scare others, so he smiled at Oshulado. Who knew it would lead to such a misunderstanding?
“What scared me away?”
Gordon was startled by the sudden sound behind him. He suddenly discovered that this senior had a talent for elusiveness.
The previous topic was relatively subtle, and several people shut their mouths. Oshura didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he turned his head and proudly showed them his new helmet, or rather new hat.
Different from swordsmen who pay more attention to defensive performance, shooters often need to use the sensitive skin of the face and neck to sense the wind direction and calibrate their shots.
For this reason, the helmet of the shooter's armor will also be designed to be lightweight, just like the "Peach Fur Beast King Mask" worn by Oshura at this time.
Although it is said to be a visor, only the forehead is actually protected by armor, and the rest of it looks furry. The "brightly colored hair" is made into accessories and hung on both sides, giving the impression that it is more decorative than practical.
But this is actually a prejudice.
The bonus of the shooter's armor to auxiliary shooting is much higher than the loss of defense.
Faced with the sudden appearance of Oshula, only Miles remained calm and composed.
Tad, the big man, shrank his neck out of some shyness, while Maxine, who was also a woman and about the same age, talked about random topics, leaving Urshula confused.
"What's going on with you?" Urshula crossed her arms. She suddenly thought of something bad and glared at Gordon angrily, "You won't tell them about that, will you? Ge Come on!"
ˆ Gordon: "."
Of course Gordon knew what Oshura was referring to. It was nothing more than the embarrassing incident of someone being splashed with the peach-haired beast king's excrement.
He is not the kind of person who likes to make fun of people behind their backs, so this matter has never been spread, but when Oshula says this now, it is somewhat self-inflicted.
Sure enough, the three people at the same table, and even the other hunters at the next table who were attracted by her shouting, all looked at them with interest.
“What are you talking about?” Gordon winked and tried to cover up Urshula again.
Who knew that Pork Chop, who was hugged by Maxine and half-drunk with Mutiangli wine, suddenly said, "That's the thing about being hit by the pink gorilla's poop, nya?"
There was silence around the wine table, and then a lively and exaggerated laugh broke out.
Hunters are like this. They can make fun of something as trivial as being bitten by a flying beetle during hunting, let alone the explosive news about the pork chop.
The Ted brothers and sisters who were closer to Urshula even covered their noses together, moved two steps away, and put on exaggerated expressions of disgust. Even the steady Miles couldn't help but chuckle a few times.
It’s a pity that the effect is not good.
Oshula, who is usually fierce and heroic, showed such a shameful look, but it was a rare thing.
Some people have begun to approach her ear, asking detailed questions about the color, feel, smell, and weight of the peach-haired beast king's excrement.
Oshula, who had been silent for a long time, finally broke out. She grabbed Ted's oversized wine glass and waved it wildly to drive away all the hecklers, and then she sat down again.
Another handful of the culprit's pork chop was snatched from Maxine's hand, and he moved it around as much as he could to vent his anger.
“It’s true that some peach-haired beast kings like to use excrement to throw enemies. It’s not a strange thing. You don’t need to take it too seriously.” The first person to comfort Oshura was Mr. Miles.
If someone else had said this, it would have been somewhat gloating, but with Miles's serious and slow tone, it gave the impression of "The teacher is in class, do you think it's funny?"
Oshula suddenly felt that only the old man could understand him, and muttered and complained: "That's right, that thing will still splash out, who can avoid it?"
Miles was silent for two seconds, then sighed and said, "How did I teach you before? If you see a monster making strange moves, you should avoid it in advance. The preparation for the move of the Peach-haired Beast King is very obvious. You were not careful enough to get hit."
Oshura: "."
Damn it, this old man still likes to preach. The key is that what he said makes sense, and he can't reply.
“Having hunted so many peach-haired beast kings in the past six months, have you learned anything?” Miles, who had served as an Oshura shooter instructor in a hunter training camp, took a sip from his teacup and continued to ask.
Oshula felt numb all over.
Here comes this familiar feeling, this feeling of a teacher checking homework.
Twitching the corner of his mouth and forcing out a stiff smile, Osura said bravely: "As long as you are familiar with the monster's attack mode, it is quite fun to use the light crossbow at close range. It is very powerful. The muzzle of the gun is close to the monster's weak point. Bang Bang bang bang.”
Miles's face turned dark when he heard this.
There are actually quite a few shooters who use long-range weapons for melee combat. Shotguns and spread bombs were invented for these guys.
But this is undoubtedly a very dangerous fighting style. You must know that the defensive performance of the shooter's equipment is not as good as that of the swordsman, and there is little error tolerance. If you are accidentally hit by a monster, you may die in the hunting ground.
He originally expected that Oshula would become more stable after these few months of precipitation and polishing, but who knew that this guy would become even more random.
"What kind of armor are you wearing now, and what kind of crossbow are you using?" Miles's stern tone made Urshula sit up straight subconsciously.
Instructor Miles, can’t he see his own armor and weapon models? How is it possible? This is clearly the reaction of an instructor when faced with students who act recklessly!
Dream back to the days when I was trained every day in the training camp.
Oshula choked for a while and muttered: "Peach-haired Beast King Suit, Wrath of the Strange Bird."
"Ha, if I remember correctly, the special effect of the Peach Fur Beast King suit is to enhance the normal bullets. The Wrath of the Strange Bird is also a weapon with normal bullets and fire bullets as the main ammunition." Miles said in a cold tone, and the surroundings seemed to There is freezing air.
This time, not only Oshula, but also several young people at the same table sat upright without realizing it.
“Hmm, the instructor has a really good memory!” Urshula tried to be cute, but Miles glared back.
“So you still know? You don’t need a shotgun crossbow, and you don’t wear armor that enhances evasion and endurance. How dare you use a light crossbow to fight in close combat? Where’s your brain?
Is there any difference in the damage of normal bullets if you are one meter away from the monster or ten meters away? Are you risking your life by messing around in the hunting ground? ! "
(End of this chapter)