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The monk walked towards the soldier. In his eyes, this drunken mortal was just a lamb, and he was a rare cultivator among thousands of people. Killing him was like picking something out of a bag. Although the firearm was powerful, it could not do anything to him. In this way, it is just a strange skill among mortals.

He didn't know that the bullets of that unique rifle were many times more powerful than the previous iron sand...

The drunken soldier pulled the trigger with a flick of his finger.

boom!

A gunshot was heard, and the street was very quiet. Passers-by opened their mouths and looked at the monk in front of the spear in surprise. He was bleeding on his knees? The immortal was wounded in the abdomen? At this time, the monk in the Qi Condensation Stage was bent over and kneeling on the ground with a painful expression on his face. The bullet penetrated the strengthened skin and then rolled and destroyed, and the intestines inside were minced. The monk never expected that the musket could be so powerful!

The bolt-action rifle is extremely powerful. You can tell how big it is just by looking at the data of the 7 rifle bullets. It is almost six centimeters long. It has a lot of charges and an advanced warhead design. It uses high-hardness steel at the suggestion of the four Transformers. How can a layer of belly stop it? live?

A rifle shot in the stomach can kill a horse within four hundred meters. From this, you can imagine how powerful the rifle is.

Wow! The drunk soldier pulled the gun bolt again, and the empty cartridge case popped out. An orange-yellow bullet was pushed into the gun, and he aimed again. This time, the drunk soldier accidentally found the feeling and aimed the gun at the monk's forehead. At this time, he was shot in the abdomen. The monk with veins popping out on his face had no energy to avoid...

boom! puff……! After a gunshot, the monk's skull was opened, and the skull with scalp flew to the ground. The skull was stained with mud, and red and white were everywhere.

"Brother! I have avenged you! You can go in peace!"

The drunken soldier who killed the monk still remembered to inform his brother who had died a long time ago. He stood up unsteadily and walked back with his rifle on his back. He also vaguely remembered that he should go back to the military camp for training, leaving two corpses behind him, one missing. It was the corpse of an ordinary person with the head of a monk missing half of his head. If the monk had avoided in advance or defended carefully, it would not have been like this. Unfortunately, he underestimated the drunkard's marksmanship and the power of the rifle bullets.

The drunkard shot a monk to death, and he was considered a little master. After he woke up in the afternoon, he remembered what happened before and saw that the whole city was talking about him. The soldiers were frightened, and his superiors immediately secretly resented why they couldn't. It's good to manage the soldiers carrying guns well now. If you shoot someone, the immortal will collapse, and the death will be miserable. The body can't even match the half of the head.

The officer locked up the troublesome soldier and waited for the immortal to come to his house so that he could be handed over to him. As a result, he waited and waited for no one to deal with the matter. In fact, what the officer didn't know was that it was normal for monks to be killed while walking outside. It’s normal to not go home without leaving home. After all, if you travel abroad and get good things to bring home, shouldn’t you share them?

After dragging it on for seven or eight days, I was surprised that nothing happened. On the contrary, many people privately applauded the soldier. Then another thing happened that all the caravans or wealthy families in the Proud Kingdom began to buy guns and the latest rifles. The low-level monks in Aoguo trembled when they saw guns when they went out. Without saying a word, they quickly stayed away. In the past, any monk who had not reached the training stage could walk around everywhere and curse the guards and powerful people. It was common for them to do so now. Well, many low-level monks have begun to go out carrying rifles.

The emperor was quite a bit like the Earth Eagle Empire. Since the world was so chaotic, he might as well let the people of his country own guns at will. However, everyone could not have them. After much deliberation, he came up with a good solution.

Gun license, yes, gun license. As long as you don’t have any serious problems or have committed any crimes and have a good reputation, you can go to the government office to apply for a gun license and buy a gun. It’s free. Owning a gun is also a kind of freedom. Freedom, the weird idea of ​​the proud emperor stunned the neighboring countries...

Other emperors wish that the people didn't even have a kitchen knife, but this guy is so good. The word freedom explains all the problems.

The respect of the Aoguo people for the emperor is like the endless stream of a river. Who dares to say that the emperor would immediately fight for his life even if he didn't say a word? From then on, the Aoguo people not only carry money on horseback, but also carry guns when going out, and become bandits? Come, come, let's have a good chat and see if your steel knife is faster or my gun is faster. Are the gangsters charging protection money? Don't leave, let's see who is better. Suddenly, there were rifles everywhere in Aoguo. Some people even claimed to buy guns and collect them after seeing the art.

To the surprise of all countries and the people of the proud country themselves, the chaos they imagined did not happen. Public security was unprecedentedly good. After all, everyone has guns and I have guns. No one even collected protection fees. The bandits simply moved their villages. Went to other countries to make a living.

Over the past few months, everything in Aoguo has changed. Martial arts training has become unnecessary. Everyone has turned to technology and crafts to find a way to survive. In the past, exercising was to protect oneself in fights. Now there is a better way to protect oneself. Are you going to work so hard that you have been trained since childhood? The wind of industry in Aoguo was so strong that people from neighboring countries even began to secretly work in Aoguo in order to live a better life.

The soldier was finally released without any problems. Why was he locked up when no one came to look for trouble?

The family of the murdered monk is not looking for trouble, and the other monks can't stand it anymore. What's going on? It's not a big deal for you, a mortal, to kill a cultivator, right? There are also firearms manufactured by Aoguo to threaten low-level monks. The angry monks privately encouraged Aoguo’s old enemy, the Night Wolf tribe, to attack Aoguo. The Nightwolf tribe is an authentic nomadic tribe with tough folk customs and a penchant for plundering. They used to be guarded by monks. The Night Wolves are not allowed to attack these countries. Now that Ao Guo is disrespectful to the monks, the monks have to give up protecting Ao Guo. The Night Wolves are naturally happy. In their eyes, these people who wear complicated clothes and claim to be civilized are nothing but fighting in the nest. Isn't this right? , the woman came to deliver food to the door, just go to Aoguo to plunder.

Secretly operated by the monks, the night wolves on the Gusu grassland began to gather in joy and laughter. This is their nature, robbing food and women, and living an extremely carefree life.

Naturally, the four Death Scorpions would not take action to solve such a trivial matter. In the end, the four guys sent representatives to participate in the battle. The representative was naturally none other than Wang Er, who followed the four guys to make a living...

The current Wang Er is not the Wang Er from the back mountain village back then. The current Wang Er has taken the elixir and is in great shape. He is covered in modern equipment and even dares to come up to greet the cultivator. He carries an assault rifle on his back every day. Rifles travel everywhere, and recently I fell in love with bolt-action rifles. In his words, assault rifles have a low sound and low recoil, and are not manly enough. Bolt-action rifles have a strong smell, just like the tobacco leaves in the village. Silencer After learning about his hobby, he made him a Barrett. From then on, many soldiers in the military camp called Wang Er the gunman, because every time Barrett fired, he fired like a cannon. Can break people in half.