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Chapter 297 295 Why do they still use machine guns?

[I love eating foot skin] yelled and cursed loudly in the communication channel. The reason is very simple, because this is indeed too outrageous.

If the previous tribal warriors and 'Zhang Family Leader Soldiers' were just numerical monsters, difficult to fight but indeed challenging and interesting, then these heavily armored soldiers whose names are all question marks are purely malicious.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious about feet. Maybe there are other mechanisms. Don't rush to scold me yet." At this time, the captain of [I Love Eating Feet]'s team, who had also burped, [God must be God must be human] 】Not as emotional as Jippi.

He comforted his feet and then began to carefully observe the situation on the battlefield.

"I think this emergency incident should be a cutscene, otherwise it would be impossible for the system not to issue an emergency mission in advance. The level of these enemies is obviously much higher than that of novice players like us, and we can only be killed when we fight against them. Lamb." Footpipe said, observing the situation on the battlefield.

While observing, he was not idle and continued: "So, I think this should be just a simple plot demonstration, allowing us players to participate in it and appreciate the real extraordinary force in this world. After all, this is a It’s a fantasy game.”

"Besides, we have obviously been playing this game for half a year, but we are still playing the same thing as in reality, such as steelmaking, mining and farming. And the things in those promotional videos, except for tribes and barbarians, are still there. I haven’t seen any of them.”

"So, you don't have to... I'm stupid!???" Just as [God must be God must be human] was comforting his feet, he suddenly stopped talking and let out an exclamation.

"What's wrong?" asked Jiepi, and then he also turned his attention to the battlefield.

There was no need for Shenbiren to explain anything, his eyes widened in an instant:

"Damn it, these guys are still going to use our weapons????"

"Hey, these dwarves, can they actually make something like this?" Marin didn't contribute much in this battle. Apart from blowing up a field gun, he basically spent the rest of the time observing this thing. A group of goblins.

Marin got off his horse and walked through the trenches dug by the goblins. He was holding a bolt-action rifle that came from the dead goblin and looked at it over and over. Although he had been in I had already seen it when we were in the castle.

Beside him were the two captains of his team, Faria and Mokra.

While sighing, he repeatedly observed the bolt-action rifle he was very familiar with in his hand, skillfully pulling the bolt, unloading, loading, and raising the gun to aim.

"Dong Dong Dong! Dong Dong Dong!!"

At this moment, one minute and twenty seconds have passed since Marin's Iron Horse Cavalry officially broke into the outer positions of Xixitel Village.

Faria was currently carrying the heavy machine gun he had retrieved from the Goblin machine gun position, skillfully checking the condition of the gun, then loading the bullet chain, pulling the bolt, and pointing at the surviving Goblins inside and outside the trench. Just one shot.

The heavy machine gun made a rhythmic sound in her hand, like the sound of a hammer, accompanied by orange flames. Every time she fired, a goblin's flesh and blood would fly everywhere, and its remaining limbs would scatter. The accuracy when firing from the hip is comparable to the aiming state.

It looked decent, but in fact the movements were very non-standard, because this was the first time he had touched such an ancient thing, this old-fashioned bolt-action rifle, and he had never used a live ammunition weapon before.

In terms of movement, he is not at all as skilled as Faria next to him.

"Tell me, where did these weapons come from?" After observing, Marin raised his head and looked at Mokra, another cavalry team captain who was guarding him, and asked. "Um...you made it yourself, right? After all...this thing is too backward and you shouldn't be able to buy it. Besides, no one will sell it to goblins, right?" After looking at Marin's hand for a while, After picking up the weapon, Mokra also had a puzzled look on his face, although he couldn't see it with his helmet. .

After hearing Mokra's answer, Marin pursed his lips angrily and remained noncommittal.

"Continue to kill, kill a large number of these goblins first, and then find their leader. We will know when the time comes."

"Yes, Captain."

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A veteran player, before playing "Millions of Years", he was a well-known Internet celebrity with good looks, but after playing "Fifty Thousand Years", he transformed into a technical streamer, and his traffic increased to skyrocketing The player [Winter Melon Zai] got up. At this moment, he was widening the distance between himself and the group of knights who had rushed into the trench at an extremely fast speed, and then raised his gun to take aim.

'boom! '

With the sound of a gunshot, bullets flew out of the barrel of [Winter Melon Zai]'s gun. For some reason, the time suddenly slowed down, and at a slow speed, it flew towards the man standing on the trench with a gun in his hand. He grabbed the machine gun from the player's machine gun position and kept firing at the dark blue eyepiece of the knight.

The knight continued to fire continuously until the high-speed rotating and flying warhead of the 12.7x108mm caliber anti-materiel rifle bullet accurately hit the opponent's eyepiece.

"Hey! Okay! Hit it!"

The moment the bullet hit, [Winter Melon Zai] felt ecstatic in his heart, and then he discovered something else.

That is: even in this bullet time-like state, he still didn't see clearly when the knight who was originally shooting at him turned around and faced him.

In his dark blue eyepiece, [Winter Melon Zai] did not see any cracks or holes, not even a scratch.

But [Winter Melon Zai] can be sure, even swear, that the bullet accurately hit the opponent's eyepiece.

Because, he could still see, next to the knight's helmet, the bullet flying in the air toward the other side, deformed violently due to the impact.

It was a rifle bullet fired from the anti-material rifle in his hand.

Then, the fire of the 12.7-caliber heavy machine gun in his hand lit up, and projectiles of the same specification were released from the muzzle with an initial velocity of meters, and then hit his small, green Goblin steadily. On the head melon seeds.

Time returned to its normal speed at this moment, the long sound of being dragged on the floor returned to a brief whistling, and the bullets sprayed from the muzzle were no longer visible to the naked eye.

Three large-caliber machine gun bullets hit [Winter Melon Zai] on the head almost at the same time, sending him flying far away, and his body fell to the ground like a torn sack.

The high-level activities of the brain had long since ceased, and only the remaining nerve reflexes caused the corpse to twitch from time to time.

(End of this chapter)