Blue and White Society

  Chapter 539 Recruit · Poverty Demon King

   "There are snipers!"

   "The kind that is so accurate!"

  The artillerymen of the blue army were being killed frantically, the commander shouted hastily.

   People kept dying across the distance, and the players suddenly became confused.

  No one wants to hang up without even seeing the enemy, and each finds a bunker to hide at a time.

   "Where's our sniper?"

   "Fight back!"

  The blue sniper opened the scope to search, and quickly locked on several shooting points.

  The ballistics are too obvious. The red side is using an assault rifle, and the bursts of fire can be clearly seen everywhere.

   "Where is the sniper point? Can't find the sniper point!"

  Based on experience, the snipers on the blue side could not find the mysterious sniper who had been killing them.

  The mysterious sniper must be a master who can kill so efficiently at a distance of 800 meters.

   But if the frequency of killing is so fast, it means that there is no one shot to change the place, so there is no reason why the firepower cannot be seen.

  But in the scope, all the firepower points are assault rifles. It seems that some people on the red side are venting and wasting bullets.

   "Damn it! Where is he hiding?" The three snipers on the blue side searched desperately, but couldn't find any trace of the sniper.

   "Is it an assault rifle? Are you kidding? Impossible..."

  Seeing that their own people were dying one by one, everyone could only crowd and hide behind the tank, and some snipers simply shot at a firepower point at random.

   "Poof!"

  He did not jump out to kill, which means he missed a hit. This is normal, because this distance is also very difficult for a sniper.

  However, he didn't expect that just a second after the shot, before his head retracted from the cover, a bullet floated over.

   "Boom!" He was headshot on the spot.

   "What!" Several nearby snipers shrank their heads quickly.

  The sniper on the other side is too strong to be able to find the sniper position through the firelight so quickly, and quickly counter-shot the head! It's the same as not needing to aim!

   "Captain! There are professional players!" shouted the two snipers.

  "Professional gamer? Professional player also blow up! Fire!"

  The troops followed the tanks and had already approached more than 400 meters. For a while, various artillery shells from all directions blasted into the town, and plowed the few buildings again.

   "Boom boom boom!"

  In this game, it is too difficult to suppress soldiers with heavy firepower and want to do something.

  The red side fired back a few shots symbolically, and immediately ran away with their heads in their arms, hiding in hiding.

   "Mortar!" Someone shouted, and was immediately blown to pieces by shells.

  Mo Poor also wanted to avoid his sharp edge, turned around and rolled, rolled directly downstairs, and then found a corner to shrink up.

   "Hide! Wait for them to attack and fight in the streets!" Romon shouted, and also hid, and got beside Mo Poor.

   "Brother, what is your big ID?"

  Mo Poor said: "This is my tuba."

   After finishing speaking, his eyes glanced at an individual rocket launcher not far away.

  He immediately rolled over to pick it up, glanced at the enemy, and a rocket exploded with a whoosh.

  Didn't even look at it after shooting, and dragged the ammunition supply box back to the bunker.

"Two symbolic counterattacks are meaningless. We are surrounded by at least 60 land guns, 35 tanks, and countless mortars. You fire a single shot, and the opponent has already fired a salvo , Hundreds of shells are coming." Romon said.

   He sighed after speaking, death must be inevitable, just see how many enemies can be changed in a while.

  However, Mo Poor ignored him, and loaded the rocket with great speed, and fired one round within half a meter of protruding and then retracted.

   In this way, he reloaded faster than ordinary people, and fired faster, and fired back.

  During the period, the step of aiming seemed to be omitted directly, or, he only aimed for a few tenths of a second.

   "Manually reload! Brother, have you ever been a soldier?" Luo Meng didn't know what the hit rate was, but he could see that Mo Poor's technique was skillful.

   Various technical action systems are assisted, and can be operated consciously, which is equivalent to pressing a button. But other than that, you can also do it manually. After all, this is a somatosensory game. As long as you feel faster than the system, the master can reload faster.

  Mo Poor still didn't answer, he poked out and shoved, then retracted and continued to load.

   Repeatedly, when someone else fired a round of cannons, he fired back five rounds!

   By the time the second round of artillery was fired, the opponent had already lost ten tanks!

   "Fill it for me!" Mo Poor said.

   "What the **** are you doing?" Romon wondered, never thinking that Mo Poor was frantically destroying enemy tanks.

  First of all, it is difficult to grasp the accuracy of shooting, and it is not so easy for the opponent to hit while moving.

  Secondly, tanks are armored. Although there are instant kill points, they are very small. Most of the time, the armor of a tank can only be destroyed with one shot, and it often takes three shots to destroy a tank.

   "Fight back." Mo Poor said.

   "Serve! Yes, you should have this kind of blood. I like players like you. Okay, I'll play with you." Romon smiled, and picked up a launcher, wanting to poke out and shoot.

  Mo Poor sent a smiling emoji, stopped him and said, "Don't waste ammunition, help me reload."

   Said, continuing his super fast firing and aiming.

   "Do you like to play double guns? Yes! Here you are!" Romon smiled and handed the installed launcher to Mo Poor.

   "Continue!" Mo Poor said.

  Seeing that Mo Poor finished his shot, Romon immediately ended up with another shot.

   Between the two guns, there is almost no room for aiming.

  With the help of Romon, another four rounds passed, and the outside attack suddenly came to a standstill, as if the opponent had stopped firing to suppress it.

   "Stopped?"

   "It seems that they are going to kill, brothers are ready to fight!"

   Romon shouted, and quickly looked down the slope.

   This is incredible, and the enemy army outside seems to have suffered a lot, and there are scrapped tanks everywhere.

   There are still many enemies who are hiding behind the tanks and advancing, and are severely injured or even killed by the associated blasting power.

  The artillery array farther away was also severely hit. Countless soldiers died tragically, and the artillery pits were filled with corpses.

   "Are there reinforcements?"

   Romon murmured, and Mo Poor fired another rocket.

   "Boom!" A tank that was moving crazily exploded and turned into scrap iron.

   "..." Romon stared blankly at the enemy army who seemed to have experienced a fierce battle, and suddenly realized that it was all killed by Mo Qiong.

   After all, no one in their town fought back. They were all waiting for the opponent to approach and then desperately. The mess outside could only be caused by Mo Qiong.

   It can't be the Blue Army's own people killing each other, right?

   "Eh? Ah? You..."

  Romon quickly opened the record table of this game, and only the top 100 meritorious players in major battles will be visible to everyone.

  He didn't even need to look through it, because the first place showed a 'recruit', the person whose ID is the Great Demon King of Poverty.

   "Killed 422 people! Destroyed one fighter jet, ended 30 consecutive killings of pilots, and destroyed 35 tanks! 58 land guns! 14 low-level commanders! 3 mid-level commanders..."

   After Luo Meng carefully checked the record of this impoverished great demon king, compared with the scene in front of him, the fool knew that Mo Poor was the one.

   "Brother, add a friend."

  …

   p.s: Huanggu is sorry for the krypton gold evolution, and Xinyue apologizes for the fairy. Overtime didn't notice, sorry. I was crushed by ghosts three times in a row, and there was a continuous plot. In the dream, there was a translucent man who wanted to take me away, saying that he would keep killing me, and sooner or later he would complete the takeover. There was also one time before the Chinese New Year. In total, I was crushed by ghosts four times in two months... It was super uncomfortable.

  (end of this chapter)