Stroking the dark gun body, Leng Yiyao was almost satisfied and fell in love with her eyes: "Who designed this?" Even though most of the sunlight outside was blocked by the curtains, once the black cloth was lifted, the cold light bloomed. , the kind of chill that permeates the air, too amazing and too surprising.

Putting on the bottom of the gun butt, she used a force on her wrist to directly hold up the sniper. The cheek support was unexpectedly flexible and could be adjusted flexibly according to the arm, height and position.

The icy sounds of mechanical dismantling, collision, adjustment, and loading and unloading became more and more empty and startling in the huge space. It should be clearly a series of irregular combination sounds, but it hits the hearts of the people one by one, penetrating into the bones and souls.

Rao is Frey had already guessed, but at this moment, looking at her in a camouflage military uniform, her eyes are rebellious, and her fingers are flexibly walking through the firearms, the shock of the flowing water is still indescribable in words.

Homer moved closer, taking every movement of her fingertips into his eyes.

Her fingers, joints, limbs, and even spine, when holding up this sniper, instantly, like a layer of steel armor, every movement, every ups and downs, whether it is dismantling or adjusting, the black The murder weapon was in her hands, as if she was fully conscious. With her eyes closed, she seemed to be able to find all the key points of it, similar to a lover's touch, as if it were completely turned into a part of the body.

"A master of arms is a rare encounter in a hundred years." He walked to her side and answered her question as if sighing. When D city let Zhai Mu try the king of snipers, the CheyTac Intervention M-200, he found that the influence of recoil cannot be ignored by ordinary officers, let alone ordinary soldiers. That's when the idea came about.

How to start with ordnance, reduce weight and reaction force!

Leng Yiyao glanced at him sideways, with a hint of wildness in his eyes, his fingertips rested on the gun, and he let out a sigh of satisfaction: "The calf-style design uses a lot of titanium, aluminum alloy and glass fiber reinforced plastic as materials, the gun Significant weight reduction."

The moment she opened her mouth, Homer knew that she was not only able to use a gun to the extreme, but her principles of firearms were even more unexpected.

"The aluminum alloy receiver extends forward to form a barrel shroud with cooling holes, and extends backward to connect to the stock plate. This fully adjustable length of the stock plate and adjustable position and height of the cheek plate, The special rear tripod can be fully adapted to any combat conditions, and the height of the rear tripod can be adjusted by fine-tuning, so that the shooter can even put down the sniper to rest directly during long-term sniper missions, instead of using the shoulder socket to press the butt all the time, which can effectively reduce the muscles. Fatigue." Leng Yiyao disassembled and reorganized the entire sniper, reorganized and debugged, and grasped every detail and every link. A kind of obsession, persistence, making people surging.

The cold female voice has unconsciously brought out a sense of satisfaction and joy: "This designer is very clever, the design of the muffler looks ordinary, but it can directly minimize the muzzle flame of this sniper. Even in the It can also effectively hide the direction of fire at the viewing angle with dim light."

It only took five minutes, but it was just a cup of tea during the break, and she had already controlled the inside and outside of this DSR-1.

Homer's eyes were turbulent, which was more uncontrollable than Leng Yiyao's fanaticism when he saw this sniper.

It's like a vortex, every time when others think that they have approached her, understood her, and are familiar with her, she will always dodge and let people discover the wider space behind her!

When he was in D city, this sniper was just a model, and even the mold was not made. It was completely polished by the designer's hands, step by step. In this world, he was sure that no one else saw this sniper before him. So, what did she rely on to understand all the principles and components of this sniper?

The scorching sun shines on the ground. In this desert country, every day is like this. At this moment, he feels a dryness in his throat. The dryness that is far from being quenched by water makes his whole body dry. Everyone's fingertips are numb.

"Are you going to try the gun now?" Leng Yiyao found that there had been no Hemo's voice around for a long time, she turned her head in surprise, but saw that he turned around and walked towards the window.

He pushed the window open with one hand, the curtains were lifted up by the breeze outside the window, and the whole room was instantly illuminated. She turned her head sideways in surprise and saw him leaning over, brushing one hand on the window sill, her eyes lowered slightly, as if the wind was blowing.

Breeze seemed to consciously support his face, and then, tremblingly fell between his neckline, the white shirt was slightly opened, and it swayed gently with the wind. At this moment, he was like a painting that came into view, cold, decisive, unattainable, and even the texture of his skin exuded a kind of extreme temptation that made the blood flow.

Leng Yiyao moistened the tip of her tongue, and suddenly felt that the quietness of the room was not as good as leaning over to a silhouette.

Just, is it hot in the room?

Why do you always feel that his breath is a bit unreasonable?

"Everyone is on the training ground now. It's too conspicuous to test the gun during the day. After the evening exercise, I will take you to the gun room." In the eerie calm, Frey had to break the silence. He felt that he really made a mistake today, a big mistake!

These two people, these two people are clearly standing together like a magnet, and the magnetic field is completely different from ordinary people.

Holding desserts and juices, he stood here dumbfounded, like a huge light bulb, the kind that even despised himself.

But, isn't the main purpose of coming today to accompany Leng Yiyao to test the gun?

The marshal suddenly did not speak, so he could only speak for him.

Frey closed his eyes, and it was very difficult for him to get dark right now, thinking in his mind as a bachelor, trying a gun or something is better than standing here now, watching the ambiguous atmosphere of these two people not far or near. Much more.

"It's getting late, it's time for you to go back to the training ground." Hearing Frey's words, Homer finally turned around, and the expression on his face had returned to a calm, as if everything just happened was just someone else's fantasy, "I The academy for the girls' class seems to have a good relationship with you, after your evening exercise, I'll ask someone to find an excuse to take you to the gun room."

Her temperament seems to be in a hurry, but in fact, she is cold-hearted. Homer originally thought that when she came to the military school, she just couldn't refuse, and she had other plans. She never thought that she would be friends with those female officers and sit on the lawn together in the afternoon to enjoy the shade.

"Okay." Leng Yiyao was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect him to think so thoroughly. On the first day she came to the military academy, it was so high-profile that the officers had to be treated differently. After the evening exercise, if she went out casually, it would cause more speculation and suspicion. If it were him, though, it would be much simpler. After all, the entire military school is just a children's paradise for him.

Leng Yiyao covered the DSR-1 with a black cloth, turned around, and walked towards the door. Light and shadow fell behind her, complimenting her well-proportioned figure to the extreme. The beauty of the combination of movement and stillness, even with his eyes closed, Homer could describe it without missing a beat.

Just as she was about to step out of the door, he suddenly raised his voice softly: "In the evening, I will ask the cafeteria to add meals."

Leng Yiyao's whole body was silent, and then, there was an undisguised ecstasy on his face.

Turning his head, he looked at someone who was half leaning against the window: "Really?"

"Have I lied to you?" Homer found that perhaps, in this life, when he didn't fully touch the whole of her soul, at least one corner has been clearly touched. Obviously, to grab a man's heart, you must first grab his stomach. But why, after arriving at him, it was the other way around?

"The chef came here in person?" She suddenly remembered those desserts, and in the blink of an eye, people were already walking towards Frey. No, it was walking towards the delicious food in Frey's hands.

Sweet butter, sweet and slightly sour cranberries, rich matcha melaleuca...

didn't see how fast she ate, and even every time the fingertips pinched the dessert on the dessert was extremely elegant, but the dessert on the plate disappeared quickly.

Frey watched in a stunned manner as she finished the last sip of juice and licked her lips leisurely, only to feel that her whole body was a little messy.

This, how much do you like to eat, so that you can have such a good appetite again and again in front of the Marshal? Girls from other families, no matter how careless they are, will somehow restrain themselves. Didn't you see that the group of female officers with wheat-colored skin and no tenderness on their faces just saw the marshal walking past, did the girls' hearts burst? This, is this not taking the marshal seriously, or has he already regarded the marshal as his own family?

As soon as Leng Yiyao looked up, she saw Frey who was so stunned that he couldn't close his mouth. Those wide-eyed eyes seemed to be full of dismay at how she solved the dessert for three people in just a few minutes. untie.

Um?

Three servings?

She lowered her head and looked at the clean CD-ROM, with a rare hint of shame: "Sorry, I ate all of you."

It is estimated that the fat chef really thinks that it is just a simple afternoon tea, so there are not too many cakes prepared. However, according to the head, it is also a rhythm of three people per person.

"It's okay, I don't eat sweets." A smile flashed in Hemo's eyes, his eyes flashed across her still flat belly, and then he smiled faintly.

"No, no, as long as Miss Leng likes it, I'll bring more next time." Frey panicked, was fed a ration by the doting smile of the marshal in the distance, looked away, and quickly smiled: " The military academy is full of big pot rice, so it is impossible to season it carefully. The chef said that he will come over in the evening to make pasta, if you like it.”

Leng Yiyao said, don't look at the chef who looks short and chubby, he can't stand it. Taking this into account, he is indeed an expert in cooking.

"Okay. Then I'll go to the training ground first. The instructors should all be back in a while." She glanced at the sky, determined that she couldn't delay any longer, waved her hand, smiled, and disappeared instantly.

The green figure disappeared so quickly and silently that the two people in the room were instantly silent.

"Just now, did you see it?" Homer pushed the window further open, and the whole person was bathed in sunlight. For a moment, it made people feel like he could disappear into the light in the next moment.

"Miss Leng knows the structure of sniper rifles very well." Frey was startled and blurted out subconsciously.

That kind of familiarity that is almost engraved in the bones, even the entire sniper has become a prop in her hand. How to change it, it will be obedient and obedient. For a moment, it is obviously a dead thing, but it seems to be alive. .

"What else?" Homer didn't turn around. On the contrary, he seemed to ask casually, as if he was testing Frey's observation.

"Also?" Frey was stunned, unable to guess what the marshal was thinking for a while. What else could there be? Miss Leng played with guns in front of the two of them without any hesitation, which itself meant that she was not prepared to hide her talents. What else did the marshal find?

Homer lowered his eyes, moved his fingertips, and landed between Frey's eyebrows: "Is it just a sniper?"

Frey was stunned for a moment, like a bolt of lightning suddenly splitting his brain.

Yes!

More than sniping? This arsenal, Miss Leng glanced around, except for the first surprise of all the weapons, there was no shocking expression!

She is clearly used to seeing these, these weapons that even the world's top armorers see crazy, in her eyes, they are just vulgar things.

Only the DSR-1 sniper is worthy of attention.

This shows what?

Frey's lips suddenly trembled slightly.

If it is said that what Miss Leng revealed without shyness just now is just the tip of the iceberg, what kind of vastness is hidden in her heart?

In three and a half minutes, Evans can be knocked out, and Jins Camp can be knocked out in ten minutes. In terms of fighting level, not to mention the empire, even the world, there are few opponents. The key is that she can still see the most advanced and violent weapons of these empires. At the age of sixteen, even if she didn't eat or drink, it was impossible for her to reach such a height.

Just as Frey was speechless, Hemo slightly raised his lips, lowered his head, watched Leng Yiyao walk out of the main entrance of the small building, and slowly walked towards the training ground, his eyes flickered—

On the other side, the female officers who had basically lost their minds for training all afternoon, almost immediately rushed to see Leng Yiyao.

"You actually know the marshal!" Lola's voice could be heard clearly by anyone within a five-kilometer radius. It's a good thing that all the male officers have been dragged to the back mountain to practice, otherwise after hearing Lola's words now , the entire military academy exploded.

"The marshal is still alone with you!" The voice of the deputy squad leader of the women's class was in a haze. Who doesn't know that there isn't even a single woman in the Marshal's Mansion. The Marshal never talks to women alone, let alone gets along alone. But just now, the marshal just left with her like this, gone! It's been a full half an hour! What did they do during this time? What did you say? What to do, I really want to know!

"What's the matter with the creamy smell in your hand?" Someone with a sensitive nose sniffed at Leng Yiyao's side with a puzzled look on his face.

"Well, I'm hungry, so I'm going to find something to eat." She said shamelessly and directly, her face taking it for granted.

You pull it down! Get along with the marshal, such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, will you patronize and eat? Even if they were about to starve to death, ordinary people wouldn't do such a thing.

Lola rolled her eyes and was about to speak, but the deputy squad leader next to her gently pulled her hand, "What's wrong?" Lola was curious, didn't the deputy squad leader not want to see Leng Yiyao?

"I remember, before she left, the last sentence she seemed to say was indeed 'I'm hungry, I have no energy.'" The deputy squad leader blinked, thinking, it can't be true. The first general of the empire came to the military academy to feed Leng Yiyao? Just thinking about it is impossible.

But what was the last sentence the marshal said before he left?

Everyone in the women's class quickly went through the scene just now in their minds, and then, with a strange and stunned expression, Yuan, the marshal seemed to really say "Come with me" to Leng Yiyao who was screaming for hunger!

So, in front of me, this dazzling one is really an iron-clad foodie.

If someone else said this, they would be drowned by all the women in the empire in seconds!

"By the way, didn't you say you want to take me to see the dormitory?" Lunch was too bad. She walked along the shade of the tree for a long time, but couldn't find any game that could be used for barbecue. wasted. Leng Yiyao looked at Lola who was obviously unable to return to God, and smiled with a refreshing look on her face.

"Yes, but it's not time to rest yet." Lola shook her head subconsciously, but Leng Yiyao put her on her shoulder: "But no one is supervising."

All the instructors have moved to the back mountain to abuse vegetables. Today, they don't care about the area. She originally thought that she would start practicing physical fitness this afternoon, but the sniper just now made her completely change her mind. There are so many fun things in the evening, and now I don't go to the dormitory to make up for a sleep, I'm just sorry for the extracurricular program I've been looking forward to for so long.

"But..." Lola, as the head of the women's class, never skipped class, and was about to refuse when she was pulled away by an unstoppable force.

"Don't do it, hurry up." After saying that, he dragged Lola directly out.

For a time, people in the women's class saluted. Leng Yiyao, what happened? Before left, was still lazy, but when came back from a meal, it was like a chicken blood?

"Should we follow along?"

Everyone looked at the female squad leader, waiting for her opinion.

Who knows, she shook her head. Even the marshal did not hesitate to come to the military academy to find her. Would someone like her be influenced by the curiosity of others? Besides, in terms of her skill and courage, they are not opponents at all, so instead of annoying her, it is better to wait and see.

"Look at night and talk about it." Don't you want to sleep? Going to bed at this point must have been arranged otherwise at night, I don't know, but it was the person she made an appointment with, who would it be...

It's just that it is impossible to imagine that Leng Yiyao's "beautiful appointment" tonight is not something they can "see".