Murong took out the revolver captured from Pockmark Three from his space, and after holding it in his hand, Murong felt that this gun came alive in his hands, he was confident, within the range of the handgun, wherever he pointed, he hit, every shot a bullseye.

  Muyang took out several guns that he had obtained from the captain of the Mountain Field Squadron. Originally, he didnt know what kind of guns they were, but now he did - German Mauser 98K rifles, equipped with 6x telescopic sights, considered one of Germanys best sniper rifles at present. Another was a Soviet Mosin-Nagant 1891/1930 rifle, also equipped with a 4x telescopic sight.

  Mo Yang stroked the rifle in his hand, and at first when he had just received these two guns, he didnt have any feeling, but now he felt very intimate with them, thinking that this was one of the sources of his strength and confidence, maybe this was what it felt like to be a master marksman.

  Mauser 98K is a classic rifle, and its 7.92*57mm cartridge is also quite famous, with an effective range of over 1000m. Even without a scope, its still a decent sniper rifle. As for sniping, according to the dictionary definition, it means sudden strike. Any gun that can fulfill this condition can be called a sniper rifle. Compared to modern sniper rifles, Mauser 98K is only slightly behind in terms of materials used, such as using wood instead of composite materials, but theres basically no big difference in usage.

  Load the rifle with bullets, Mu Yang held the gun and tried it in the house, feeling very smooth, he was confident that he could snipe any target within a thousand meters.

  Muyang suddenly felt that he had underestimated the gun mastery skill earlier. The skills given by the system, although different, would each bring this skill to its ultimate state. A persons life, as long as they can reach the pinnacle of a particular skill through their own efforts, can be considered a master in that field. Muyang now easily possessed these skills and he believed that as long as he used them well, he would definitely become the most outstanding talent.

  Mu Yang hadnt eaten lunch yet, so he put away his rifle and went downstairs directly. In the Nationalist Restaurant, he ordered a few dishes and savored the flavor of the Republic-era Chinese cuisine.

  With nothing to do, Mu Yang came to the street, and the National Grand Hotel was in the city center, not far from the Xiangye Square Commercial Street. Mu Yang strolled on the street and saw a tailors shop that made ready-to-wear clothes, and he walked in casually.

  The store was very spacious, with many garments on display. The womens section mainly had cheongsam dresses, while the mens section primarily had Western-style suits and Chinese tunic suits. As Mo Yang browsed around the store, a middle-aged man wearing round-framed glasses approached him and said, "Sir, what would you like to buy? We have various fabrics here, and we also offer custom-made clothing."

  "Id like to have a few suits made, can you show me some styles and what kind I should make?"

  "When it comes to business, the middle-aged mans smile on his face is even thicker: The styles of mens suits here are all made according to the latest styles from France and the UK. Of course, you can also specify, I will definitely meet your satisfaction."

  I dont understand these Muyang either, I just think he cant always wear only one Zhongshan suit and wander around. Since theres an opportunity, might as well make a few more, so it wont be troublesome when the time comes and there are no clothes to wear.

  "Alright, watch closely, Im going to make two sets." Murong said.

  "Sir, let me take your measurements." He said, picking up a tape measure and measuring Moyang, while flattering him non-stop: "Sirs figure is really standard, when the clothes are made, it will definitely make you look even more spirited."

  Mu Yang stretched out his hand to let the tailor take his measurements, when he heard footsteps behind him. Then a bright female voice said: "Dad, somethings wrong, its a big deal." While speaking, she was also panting heavily.

  "Youre so big now and still havent learned to be steady, with guests around." The middle-aged tailor looked up and scolded her daughter before continuing, "Ke Jun has also arrived."

  Mu Yang turned his head and saw two girls standing at the door, one with two braids, the other with a students haircut, both wearing blue tops with white cuffs, black pleated skirts, black lace-up cloth shoes with white socks, a standard Republican-era student uniform.

  The girl student saw Mu Yang turn his head to look at them, slightly stuck out her tongue and quickly walked in.

  The girl with long braids spoke up and said: "Uncle Wu, sorry to disturb you." As she spoke, she also followed the girl in front of her and walked in.

  It was the first time for Mu Yang to see real female students of the Republic of China, and they were wearing school uniforms. He couldnt help but take a few more glances, feeling that their appearance was youthful, sunny, and beautiful, yet still retaining the traditional beauty of Chinese women. Some people say that women of the Republic of China are the most aspirational group of people, Mu Yang thinks this might be true, after all, it was an era of great change and upheaval in the world and in China, and the women of the Republic of China were no exception.

  Tailor Old Wus daughter looks a bit like him, but the girl named Ke Jun is a beautiful girl. Mu Yangs evaluation is that she is beautiful and not common, elegant, quiet, with a noble quality on her body, even when speaking, it seems so gentle.

  Muyang, as a Mo Shaoai of his age, couldnt help but take a few more glances at the girl he admired.

  "Dad, you know whats going on? Its chaotic outside and school has been dismissed early. I was worried that Kejun might get into trouble in the dormitory, so I brought her back home." The tailors daughter spoke quickly and anxiously, but still with a hint of composure.

  "Whats wrong?" The tailors hands didnt stop moving, continuing to take measurements for Mu Yang.

  "The Japanese have imposed martial law on the whole city and are conducting a massive manhunt. Theres news that some Japanese military chief of staff was killed, and it seems the killer has even revealed their name... what was it again?" The girl turned her head to ask.

  "Call Mu Yang." The big braid girl who was called Ke Juns niece replied.

  "How did you know?" The tailor had already taken Mu Yangs measurements and looked up to ask.

  Muyang put down his arm and looked at the girl who called out his name, really wanting to go forward and ask, Miss, do you have something for me?

  The tailors daughter hastily replied, "This news has spread throughout Tianjin. The Japanese are going crazy searching for suspicious people everywhere and have already arrested dozens of people. Our principal thinks that if the Japanese were to rush into the school, it would be dangerous for the students, so he gave us all a holiday until the Japanese calm down."

  "Will it be okay with you, Dad, if Ke Jun stays at our place for a few days?" The girl was absolutely doing things her own way.

  "No problem, stay as long as you want. Let your mom help Ke Jun clean up a room for him to stay in, its more convenient that way." The tailor said.

  "No need, let Ke Jun and I sleep in one bed, its just right for us to talk at night." The daughter replied.

  "This is unbearable, how uncomfortable."

  At this time, Ke Juns daughter said: "Uncle, dont bother Auntie anymore. Its better for me and Wu Lan to live together, its more convenient for us to study together."

  The tailor smiled and said: "Thats okay, but youre good at your studies, so help Xiao Lan a bit more."

  "We wont talk about it anymore, lets go upstairs." Wu Lan said and pulled the big braided girl, trampling on the wooden stairs, running up the stairs with a loud noise.

  Mu Yang gazed at the back of Ke Juns daughter, feeling that he couldnt get enough of her. He thought she was the most representative girl of the Republic of China in his heart, with tradition and sensibility, freedom and conservatism intertwined together.

  Of course, more importantly, the girl was really beautiful, with a kind of elegant temperament that made Mu Yang have the idea of wanting to get close to her.

  "Is your daughter in school?"

  "Yes, Tianjin Nankai Girls Middle School, a girl, whats the point of studying so much? But she didnt want to learn sewing skills from me. I only have this one daughter, so Ill just let her be." Although Wu Tailor complained with his words, his face revealed the doting love of a father for his daughter.

  "Is that long-braided girl a classmate of your daughter?" Murong Yang asked casually.

  Wu, the tailor, was an old hand at this sort of thing and had seen many young men and women fall in love before. He didnt think much of it and smiled as he said, "Yes, thats Xia Kejun, a classmate of my daughters, not from Tianjin."

  Muyang didnt ask again, actually he was just curious for a moment and didnt really want to do anything.

  Good quantity and size, good fabric, Mu Yang asked: "Boss, how much?"

  "Two sets, eight silver dollars in total," said Wu the tailor.

  The price is really not cheap, but Mu Yang doesnt care and says: "Can I use yen?"

  Wu Cai heard Mu Yangs words and raised her head in surprise, after all, her daughter had just spoken ill of the Japanese, if the other party was a Japanese person, then it would be bad.

  "Dont get me wrong, Im Chinese and I dont have any silver dollars on me. Will yen be okay?" Muyang explained.

  The tailor let out a visible sigh of relief and smiled, saying: "No problem, yen is fine too, thatll be ten yen in total."

  Muyang took out 10 yuan from his wallet and put it on the counter, saying: "When can I get the clothes at the earliest?"

  "It will probably take about 4 or 5 days."

  "That wont work, I still have things to do and plan to leave Tianjin as soon as possible. If I work overtime, can I get the clothes tomorrow?" Mu Yang shook his head and said.

  "Ah, I see, in that case, Ill have to work through the night." Wu Cai said hesitantly.

  Muyang directly took out a 10-yuan note and put it on the counter, saying: "Dont let you work for nothing, how about adding another one?"

  "Wu tailor showed a smile: Ill rush it out for you tonight, and you can come pick it up tomorrow at noon."

  "Alright, Im off." With that, Mu Yang left the tailors shop.