In Warhammer, I am Ultraman Noah

"Damn it, why haven't I seen a single bandit? Didn't it mean that in this forest, people often rob passers-by? If we can't find bandits and robbers here, we have to go deep into Gant territory to help Ammons Ha Grandpa Wright cleaned up those scumbags.”

Ryan sat on the carriage with an awkward posture, looking around at the sultry weather.

After three days of training for the fifty guards equipped with flintlock rifles, Ryan led them in a hurry to the mountains, woods, poor water and ravines, to find those fugitives and robbers, and to give them to the first team of Second Terra. Practice.

But unfortunately, the documents collected by the intelligence were like horror stories. They mentioned terrible and evil people, stories about one-eyed dragons, one-armed captains, one-eared villains and other robber stories that could stop children from crying at night. Not a single one was seen.

When Ryan saw these stories for the first time, he was wondering whether the medical technology in this era was so advanced? He managed to survive without his eyes, ears, and arms, and became a famous bandit.

It seems that in Western cultural backgrounds, they like to give villains physical disabilities to reflect their physical and mental abnormalities, no matter which world they are in.

But in fact, these characters are just rumors that have been circulating for a long time. There may really be robbers and robbers in those remote mountains and fields that are difficult for ordinary people to reach, but it is definitely not like that by chance, each of them is missing a body part.

Otherwise, Ryan would have to wonder if this was some terrible chaos ritual, sacrificing different body parts of each person to form a blasphemous, filthy demonic existence.

"It may be that the Second Terra was established and the drought and locust plague problems were solved. Everyone's life has been greatly improved. Many fugitive bandits are no longer willing to live such a frightening life. They should live a good life."

Bryce on the side said with a smile, "According to your request, after we issued identity certificates to every citizen of Second Terra, in the past few days, some people without identity certificates have wanted to If you want to get a job in the infrastructure of Second Terra, I will have special people responsible for checking. If you have an obvious criminal record, you will be imprisoned. This is really amazing, my lord, who can imagine that Second Terra does not have it now. A slave and a free citizen?"

Ryan muttered: "Why didn't you tell us about this earlier? Wasn't our trip in vain? Forget it, expand the search area, hunt down a few large beasts, and then announce that the musketeers will patrol regularly. Wherever there are bandits and beasts, this system must be included in the meeting minutes, and the citizens of Second Terra need to have enough security.”

All in all, they found no enemies near Second Terra that could allow the Musketeers to show off their skills, not even many ferocious beasts.

The noise caused by the canal extension construction scared many wild animals deeper into the mountain forest. No predator would be bold enough to disturb such a group of terrifying erect apes gathered together.

However, evil creatures may do so.

But when Ryan came to this world, the only fantasy creature he saw was the flesh-eating fly.

None of the other famous local alien creatures have been seen, and many of the legends are only briefly touched upon, without being introduced in detail.

It's as if people all know that there are all kinds of evil creatures in this world, so when a swarm of flesh-eating flies appears, people are just instinctively afraid and don't wonder whether such creatures exist.

But in daily life, none of these evil creatures are seen, and they are completely away from people's lives.

This is a bit abnormal.

How did these conflicting ideas get passed down?

Ryan scratched his head and took a deep breath before directing the team to return to Second Terra.

I didn’t even see many birds along the way, and the area near Second Terra was really remote.

"Sir, shall we not move closer towards Gant's collar?"

Kamo suggested. He was holding the knight's straight sword at his waist with one hand and holding a flintlock musket in the other hand, ready for battle.

Kamo was even more eager than Ryan to see the formal battle scene of the Musketeers, so he hoped to take some risks to explore closer to the Bailey River and closer to Gant's Territory.

He once heard that there were many evil people gathered on a tributary of the Bailey River. Even if the news was wrong, it was unlikely that there would be no one left.

He really wanted to see this kind of gunpowder projectiles pouring into the enemy's body organs.

Ryan looked at Kamo with a serious look on his face and thought about the good news. At least Khorne didn't like long-range weapons. Kamo would not be corrupted by doing this.

"It has been three days since we left Second Terra. We will continue to move towards the Bailey River and the Gant Territory for one day, and then turn back. The hospital on Second Terra will be completed next week, and I have to watch it at the scene. Also, Bu Les will go back with the ten-man guard now, and it will be enough for you to have a few days of leisure. Many city construction meetings require you to preside over the overall situation. "

Ryan quickly issued the order, and Bryce reluctantly left as if tears were about to flow from his face.

The road they came from had been explored and there was no danger.

Ryan just wanted to kick this absentee administrative lieutenant back to work in Second Terra.

After receiving the order to continue marching, Kamo asked the guards to rest their equipment on the spot and check the seals of the gunpowder and projectiles they carried.

The team continued setting off two hours later.

Until that night, Ryan and his party still didn't meet any enemies, but with the Emperor on their side, they still hunted a big enough wild boar.

This beast with strong fur and exposed fangs was blind in one eye. When it was grinding its teeth on a tree, its intact eye was not facing backward, so it did not detect Ryan and the others.

Kamo carefully asked everyone to keep quiet, and he completed the standard loading action, hitting the wild boar in the head with a bullet.

In an instant, blood spattered everywhere, half of the boar's cheek exploded, and the already necrotic eye tissue fell out alone, hanging on the side of the body, looking very pitiful.

The pained wild boar turned its head and grunted in its throat, which sounded very similar to that of a domestic pig but had completely different emotions. It was not an innocent moan, but a wild engine roaring and charging towards Kamo angrily.

But everyone could see that the wild boar that had been hit on the head by a shot was already running out of strength, its steps began to become erratic, and its head that had been arched lowered uncontrollably.

Until it staggered, the wild boar fell to the ground. Its fangs pierced the ground and it arched forward a few times. Then it lost all strength. Only rapid breathing came from its nostrils, and fresh blood continued to flow from it, representing its vitality. the passage of.

Kamo, who quickly finished loading the next round, calmly held the gun and kept still according to the kneeling shooting action taught to him by Ryan, watching the wild boar die only five or six meters in front of him.

The other guards have already loaded their weapons and will shoot together as long as the wild boar rushes three meters in front of them.

"Master Kamo, this musket is really powerful. If our hunters wanted to hunt such a big wild boar, they would have to recruit a lot of people, prepare traps and mobilize a large number of people to hunt one, and some people might be injured. We usually The bow and arrow cannot penetrate the wild boar's fur. Even if the beast is lying on the ground and we use our knives to cut it, it will probably take a long time to cut off the meat. Now, this musket can kill a wild boar with one shot on the head. . This beast is thick-skinned. If we hit a big living person with one shot, we might be able to blow his head off!"

The guards were amazed and gathered around the wild boar to look at the wound. Some of the bolder ones stretched out their hands to show how big the wound was, causing the almost exhausted wild boar to raise its head and shake a few times. He hit his head hard on the ground and completely lost his breath.

Ryan swallowed, feeling a little uncomfortable.

In his previous life, he had to lie in bed all year round due to physical illness. He only had a notebook to catch up on dramas, books and research. There were many taboos that he couldn't eat, so Ryan didn't know anything about diet.

Unlike other time travelers, while they are investing heavily in infrastructure construction, they have also not forgotten the development of various food seasonings, which can satisfy your appetite.

Ryan could only watch as the wild boar was cut into various pieces of meat, and then randomly placed on a wooden barbecue grill.

Fortunately, these people still remember the health regulations and wash their hands first before eating.

Before the wild boar was cut open, it was checked that there were no parasites or rot in old wounds. After it was roasted, it was safe to eat.

Ryan followed up and ate a few big bites of the barbecue. Although it didn't taste very good, it was enough to fill his stomach.

He was in good spirits tonight. The two big guys didn't use him as a medium to chat since the day before yesterday. His body, which had been strengthened by the transformation ring, had returned to a suitable level. He only needed to rest for three or four hours a day.

But Ryan still looks forward to the day when he can reach the physical fitness of a monk Astartes. At that time, as long as there is no chaos corruption or extremely dangerous natural environment, he will be able to survive smoothly.

I don’t know when Boss Noah took a look at me and gave me the trustworthy person for evolution, but he couldn’t transform. This was too frustrating.

Forget it, forget it, the time for complaining is over, I will continue tomorrow——

Buzz buzz——

Buzz buzz——

He meows, here it comes again, the sound of flesh-eating flies!

Ryan suddenly raised his head and looked at the guards in the temporary camp beside him.

Four people were patrolling the perimeter, and the others were eating meat and drinking water during their shifts, not realizing the danger was coming.

Unlike the last time they were in an open area and could see the carnivorous flies within their field of vision at a glance, they were now in the forest. If those carnivorous flies were hiding behind the trees and flying around in circles, they would be in great danger.

You must know that these guards are only equipped with the most basic light armor. Even Kamo himself is not wearing knight armor and can be injured by these flesh-eating flies.

But this time they had muskets in their hands, seven steps away, and the guns were fast.

Within seven steps, the gun was accurate and fast.

Ryan only needs to call the circle of change to transfer the light to the tops of the surrounding trees, so that the flesh-eating flies can't hide and provide the guards with a good shooting field of view.

There are seventy-eight flesh-eating flies in the target. They have forty guards here plus Kamo. After they kill thirty of them in one round, they can block the remaining forty-eight with telekinesis. If they don't kill them, they won't be able to attack them. causing greater losses to oneself.

Then the guards changed their ammunition and shot again in groups of twenty. Two rounds would kill all the flesh-eating flies.

In just a few seconds, Ryan came up with the most secure combat plan that would train the guards.

Otherwise, if you control all these flesh-eating flies from a distance and kill them one by one, it will not be enough for these guards to experience the life and death crisis on the battlefield. This is not a good thing for their growth.

Ryan took a deep breath and shouted: "Kamo, there is an enemy attack! Seventy-eight flesh-eating flies from the southwest. I will provide light and shooting vision, and you organize the shooting. Shoot all in the first round, and two in the second round." Groups of ten rotate.”

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Ryan only needs to tell Kamo his battle plan, and the knight captain will be responsible for commanding his men to act according to the orders.

If every detail on the battlefield, such as raising the angle of No. 37's gun by 27 degrees to the upper right, had to be controlled by oneself, then the battle would definitely be unwinnable.

This point has been confirmed by a vivid example of "I have the advantage" in the Guizhou District, and his name will be remembered forever.

Ryan doesn't want the legend to be passed down after the completion of Warhammer World. He likes to micromanage on the battlefield.

No Primarch could have done such a thing, and the Emperor would have sat up from the toilet.

I am afraid that only Tzeentch would like this kind of behavior that does not care about the results, but only takes pleasure in the process of planning.

Ryan put his hands on his waist, and the circle of change appeared naturally. The light flowed along Ryan's body to the earth, and then extended upward along the surrounding trees. At that moment, there seemed to be dozens of A tiny beam of light, many meters high, rose into the sky.

If a light giant of more than ten meters can emerge from it, then it doesn't count as child labor.

Ryan found his mind wandering easily, and he concentrated on each flesh-eating fly, just as a marker rather than trying to kill them instantly.

The load brought by using telekinesis in this way is very small, and you will not faint in an instant.

Under Kamo's command, the guards quickly moved from a resting state to a defensive state. No one even asked what happened and what dangers there were.

They just need to focus on executing orders.

Although there are trees blocking the view, the light power brought by Ryan also makes the trees lose their shadows, unable to protect the flesh-eating flies from sneaking into the darkness.

The guards aimed in their assigned directions, and when a suitable number of flesh-eating flies were marked by Ryan within the shooting range at the same time, gunshots rang out.

Ryan watched with satisfaction as all the forty-one rounds of muskets hit, without any missing results. He thought that he could call himself Ryan, Zerg Buster, Fire Control Radar, Will in the future.

In the future, as my achievements increase, more and more names can be added to the list. Maybe one day I will be able to surpass the Emperor's Imperial Guard in terms of name length. (Note: The real names of each Custodian are outrageously long.)

After the first round of shooting was completed, the guards began to reload on the spot. However, the remaining flesh-eating flies did not act so fearless this time. Instead, they seemed to have lost their central control and froze in place.

It seemed that it was the first time the operators of these monsters encountered this kind of cross-era weapon, and they couldn't help but panic, not knowing what to do.