Urban Dungeon: This world is in danger

Woo!

Woo!

Woo Woo

Whistling

sounded again.

Bombs fell.

The royal power shrank again.

At this moment

: He has a new understanding of

the battlefield: the battlefield here is very different from the first and second dungeons.

In this dungeon:

the prowess of the individual, as if it were weakened by limits.

Firepower is king.

Before he even stepped into the battlefield, he was bombed by planes.

What will happen to this if it goes to war?

The king is at a loss.

Wooh

The machine gun on top fired.

Bullets are like poisonous snakes, falling from the sky.

Everywhere he went, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

A bullet from a machine gun hit a person in the arm and burst the arm.

Hit the person in the chest, and there was a rough hole in the chest.

No one could resist the machine gun.

Click,

click!

The king put all the steel plates on his body, and then curled them up with force.

A

few bullets hit the steel plate and bounced off.

The

plane lingered for a few minutes before swaggering away.

At this time:

the whole company, there was a wail.

Wang Quan counted the number of people:

he found eight younger brothers, and only four were dead.

To his surprise:

the little man was still alive.

Yes:

until now, Wang Quan has never asked the name of the little man Zhang Long.

Instead, he kept calling him a little man.

At this point:

the company commander crawls out from under several corpses.

His face was ugly, and he yelled

, "Quick, whole team, keep going!" Ten

minutes later:

the team was on the road again.

It's just that the people who went on the road this time were only five or six hundred.

Others, either dead or wounded, stayed in place to guard some supplies.

As for whether the injured will survive or not, no one knows.

Zhang Longhou was afraid:

"I was frightened at that time!" "

There is a pit in the grass, and I have a good hidden hole in it."

"As a result, a lot of stray bullets flew around.

"I was terrified. Wang

Quan hung another string of heavy machine-gun bullets around his neck.

Zhang Long's waist was bent.

"Master Quan, can you carry less?" Zhang

Long begged.

Several others died.

Originally, according to the rules, the materials of the deceased should be left in place.

Wait for the follow-up troops to deal with it.

After all, they were already full of supplies, and they couldn't take them.

Result:

The royal power forcibly hung up a lot on them.

Wang Quan slapped Zhang Long and sneered:

"Don't bring supplies, go to the battlefield and smash the enemy with stones?"

Zhang Long .....

Step

, step, step, step

again.

This time, after the baptism of fire, the recruits have become a little more mature and steady.

Still:

there are some unlucky guys, who are frightened.

The whole person is ignorant and follows forward.

Wang Quan saw it and shook his head secretly:

If this group of recruits does not grow up as soon as possible, they will die in minutes when they are on the battlefield.

The team moved forward a little longer.

The company commander ordered to bury the pot and make rice.

The veterans are orderly and busy.

The recruits were at a loss.

Fortunately, there were many recruits who died this time.

The veterans have enough manpower to help them with them.

And so it goes

: most of the recruits grow up very quickly.

Smoke curling:

The big-headed soldiers rarely had a full meal.

The recruits were happy: "I can finally eat enough!"

However, the veterans frowned.

In the army, when you can eat enough, it means that you have to work hard.

Even veterans don't know how long they can live after they go to the battlefield.

....

On the road after that:

every once in a while, bombers came whizzing.

Once....

Three times....

The royal power was constantly familiar with the methods and laws of combat of these wooden aircraft.

Prepare for a one-hit kill.

At this time:

there are fewer and fewer people in the team, and there are fewer and fewer losses.

When the fourth air raid came, everyone was skillfully hidden.

The company commander even climbed to Wang Quan's side, lit a cigarette, and handed it to Wang Quan:

"Tyrant, come, take a puff."

"When this cigarette is finished, the plane will be gone."

Wang Quan shook his head.

He inserted steel plates around it.

Then he shouted to Wang Lung:

"Little man, prepare a chain for me."

Zhang Long was ignorant and prepared to play the chain.

The company commander wondered

, "What? You still want to use a machine gun to fight a plane?"

Wang Quan nodded and said,

"Not bad!"

Zhang Long was stunned.

Machine guns and jerking off, isn't that a plot that only exists in movies

? Wang Quan thinks the copy is a movie? This is a

brain-dead plot.

I was so damn defeated by the brain.

Also kowtow to the brain.

also called him Quanye.

I.... Aggrieved.

The next second:

the king holds the crane gun.

A heavy machine gun of several dozen catties was as light as a wooden stick in his hands.

Airplanes roared.

The propeller turns.

Bomb after bomb fell.

At this time:

the plane is only one or two hundred meters above the ground.

This distance.... Enough is enough!

The next second

: the king pulls the trigger:

step, step,

step!

The

unique roar of the heavy machine gun sounds.

Bullets longer than a finger whizzed away.

The first bullet missed.

The tenth bullet missed.

....

Regardless of the recoil, the king quickly adjusted the muzzle.

Even began to predict.

The

next second, dozens of bullets, locked onto the plane.

Bang,

bang,

sawdust exploded.

The propeller is broken.

The engine was pierced by a terrible bullet.

In just an instant, the plane was billowing with smoke, rolling, and falling from the sky.

Boom! The

plane fell to pieces.

Boom

, boom!

A few bombs fell.

The other planes seemed to be frightened and sped high.

They never dreamed that the people below would blow up the plane.

However:

they reacted a little late.

At this moment, the muzzle of the king's gun locked on another plane:

boom, boom, boom, heavy

machine gun roared.

Gunfire erupted.

The head of the gun wants to beat.

Result:

Under the suppression of the terror of the royal power, this heavy machine gun, like a child's toy, is honest and powerless to rebel.

Boom!

Boom!

Several more wooden planes were blown wings, swirled, and fell.

The flames burned.

Black smoke billows.

The remaining fighters fled while gaining altitude.

Tread,

stomper,

stomper!

Heavy machine guns roared.

The result:

the plane flew too fast and too far.

The range is out of reach.

Even so, three planes fell.

The big-headed soldiers who were waiting for death were stunned for a moment, and then cheered.

The company commander was stunned for a moment, and exclaimed

: "Tyrant!" "Worthy of a Tiger Tyrant

!" "Heaven can also hunt

!" "Awesome

!" Not long after, the remaining company members shouted around the royal power: "

Tiger Tyrant!" "Tiger Tyrant!"

Although the mark was not prompted, Wang Quan seemed to have seen the mark constantly refreshed:

[ Your Legend has increased

!] [+1 Legend!]

[+1000 Legend!]

He is so beautiful that he can't close his mouth when he laughs.

All cheered for the kingship.

Zhang Long is the only one, with a smile on his face, and his mother sells criticism in his heart.

He was jealous.

He hates.

He was envious.

He was afraid.

"The power of the royal power is really great.

"It turns out that he is not only skilled, but also has greater strength and more accurate marksmanship.

"I used to be really arrogant. "

Can I still defeat him?"

"I... If you have the Heart Sutra of Broken Dreams, you must be able to!"

"Now that I can eat enough, find an opportunity to practice my skills and activate the first killing move."

"When the time comes..... I want revenge.

"But until then, I still have to be patient and low-key.

Zhang Long flattered:

"Master Quan is amazing

!" Wang Quan slapped him and said, "Call me a tyrant in the future

!" "Okay, Master Quan!"

Zhang Long was aggrieved.

I'm so cheap, the enemies have made me call a tyrant, why do I still call him a powerful master?