Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

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Yuchi Baoqi knocked on the table: "Ahem, cough, your mouth is watering. You can draw a copy of this design. I will have someone take this back to Zhuangzi, and the engineering department and the quilt factory will make it for you."

Baiqi gave a somewhat distorted military salute of the mighty Tianwei Army: "Yes! Commander!"

Li Shimin pointed at Bai Qi's nose and scolded: "You, you, you, you know exactly which bowl of rice you are eating! You, you, you!"

Yuchi Baoqi was surprised: "You are so brave, I didn't expect that there are heroes like me who are not afraid of Li Shimin's power! Take off your mask and show me who he is!"

Li Shimin directly kicked Bai Qi: "You are not afraid of the power, are you! I can't cure that living beast, so I can't cure you?"

Baiqi took off his face covering and curtain hat, and knelt down to Yuchi Baoqi: "My father Li Ji, here is the second son of the family, Li Siwen. I would like to thank the British Duke for saving my father's life by quelling the chaos in Qizhou. Siwen kneels here to express his gratitude. !”

Yuchi Baoqi yelled: "Get up, get up, kid! Your father, Li Ji, has been friends with me for many years, and it's not just for one life. Didn't you know that your father was shot during the Rakshasa Kingdom?"

Li Siwen suddenly became nervous and looked at Li Shimin. Li Shimin also had a confused look on his face: "Will he be in the way of my success?"

Yuchi Baoqi helped Li Siwen up: "It's okay. He was rescued. He is recovering well. It's good to rest over there."

Li Shimin and Li Siwen were relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Shimin pulled Li Siwen to sit down and looked at Yuchi Baoqi: "Tell me what happened."

Yuchi Baoqi spread his hands and said: "The Rakshasa Kingdom has a guerrilla musketeer team, which comes and goes like the wind and is difficult to catch. Li Jing set a trap, and Li Ji..."

Li Siwen: "My father was the trap! Wasn't that a living target for Baguang to be beaten?"

Li Shimin's big fight confused the back of Li Siwen's head: "You say it or he says it? Shut up and listen! This is your father's business!"

Yuchi Baoqi habitually pushed the teacup towards Li Shimin, and Li Shimin pushed the teacup in front of Li Siwen. Li Siwen was afraid of being touched, so he quickly picked up the teapot and added tea.

"Li Ji was the trap itself, and the bait was a team of about eighty people, all wearing double-layer armor. Unfortunately, there were still heavy casualties."

"Seeing that the time was right, Li Ji led four hundred personal guards and chased him. The enemy turned around and shot. Soon there were heavy casualties. Your father was shot in the stomach."

Li Siwen immediately became worried: "Is it serious?"

Yuchi Baoqi sighed: "Your father has a strong willpower. He held on until the end. The armor on his abdomen was completely shattered. At least he was hit by three or four bullets."

Li Shimin leaned back in his chair. Some people feel helpless in middle age, as if their strength has been taken away.

"How many of the four hundred personal guards are left?"

Yuchi Baoqi shook his head: "Many people died from excessive blood loss. Many of them died from excessive blood loss after being shot in order not to block the pursuit of the soldiers behind them.

"The ones who survived were only twenty or thirty, I don't know the details."

Li Shimin and Li Siwen were silent for a moment. This casualty was obviously difficult for them to accept as they were used to hearing military reports from the Tianwei Army.

Li Shimin was silent for a long time, and finally asked the question: "Can the standing army of the Tang Dynasty be equipped with firearms?"

Yuchi Baoqi nodded: "Yes, but not now. Now that the Tang Dynasty has lost almost all its foreign enemies, cold weapons are enough to maintain local stability."

"If you want to fully equip Datang's army, you must let all the soldiers know who they are fighting for, not you or me."

Li Shimin was clear about it, while Li Siwen understood but was forced to shut up.

Yuchi Baoqi asked the steward of the restaurant to notify the steward of Baoli Trading Company and send three [-]s to rush over, just in time to give the two men some time to break apart the structure of the firearm.

Anyway, idle is idle.

The manager of Baoli Trading Company came with three crates and put the boxes roughly on the table. He inserted the crowbar and opened the crates.

Yuchi Baoqi took out three guns one by one, took out three magazines, and ejected all the bullets.

Yuchi Baoqi waved his hand and asked the waiter to put the empty crate aside. After the steward of the restaurant, the steward of Baoli Trading Company, and the waiter finished their work, they wisely retreated to the door and stood guard at the door.

"The Type 7.62 submachine gun uses the previous standard 39x[-] bullet, but chooses a half-charge. It is completely sufficient for urban street fighting and as a supplementary firepower."

Yuchi Baoqi chatted with them while disassembling: "As for why it is called the Five-Sixth Style, I won't go into too much detail here, so don't ask."

"Okay, let's take a look at the barrel assembly first. I'm too lazy to disassemble the entire barrel assembly."

"Barrel, scale base, aim base, and anti-jump device."

Li Shimin had a big head at this time: "Isn't this much more complicated than that Garand?"

Yuchi Baoqi leaned back: "Bullshit, of course this is much more complicated! What are you doing!"

Yuchi Baoqi snatched the Five-Sixth Style from Li Siwen's hand. This coward was really awesome. He looked directly into the muzzle of the gun with his eyes.

"At any time, even if you have confirmed that the gun cannot fire, you cannot point the gun at any friendly party, including yourself!"

Yuchi Baoqi was immediately put out of mood. He confiscated the magazine, confirmed that there were no bullets in their guns, and then returned to his room.

"You can dismantle it if you want, and play with it by yourself. If you don't understand it, figure it out for yourself! Teach whoever you want, I won't tolerate you anymore."

Li Shimin kicked Li Siwen under the table: "It's all your damn fault! Okay, Xiaobao won't teach anymore."

Li Siwen also knew that Yuchi Baoqi was angry that he was operating dangerously for Li Siwenzi's own safety, so he had no choice but to fiddle with the gun himself.

Li Shimin was still struggling to figure out how to disassemble it. It must be very clever, but as long as it can't be opened with force, it must be wrong.

Li Siwen picked up the five or six guns and posed in front of the mirror. He put the butt of the gun away, lifted the butt of the gun, held it in front of his chest, and put it on his shoulder.

"Beep beep beep beep beep!"

Li Siwen was happy and excited for a moment, and then he was endlessly annoyed. Why did he make Yuchi Baoqi angry? Otherwise, he would know more about firearms!

Li Shimin spent a long time on his side and finally unscrewed the anti-jumping device: "I am indeed a genius!"