My Mobile Phone Connects To Another World

"Mom, I believe big brother, he is not a bad person."

Qin Hao smiled and said to the little girl:

"Xianxian, dad is outside. I will take you to find him."

The child's mother finally let down her guard. She thought about it and realized that she was already in a den of thieves. Even if these people wanted to harm her, they wouldn't have to go to such trouble.

When they walked out of the room where they were held, they saw their husbands, whom they had not seen for several years, jumping out of a personnel carrier.

The little girl ran over, took Qin Hao's hand, raised her head and asked:

"Brother, is that man my father?"

Qin Hao leaned down, picked her up, and said softly:

"Yes, he is your father."

The women around him had already burst into tears. After the man jumped out of the car, he stumbled and ran towards them. He was only afraid at the moment. He couldn't imagine what kind of disaster their family would have suffered if it wasn't for Qin Hao this time.

After a short while, the couple began to busily put the tortured women and children into the car, but Xianxian kept holding Qin Hao and refused to let go.

"Xianxian, you go back with your parents first, brother has something to do."

After much persuasion, the little girl returned to her mother's arms.

"Mr. Qin, please come with us."

Qin Hao shook his head. His purpose of coming to northern Myanmar this time has not been achieved. If he leaves now, the weapons in this village may be taken away by others.

"No, you contact the young man immediately and ask her to send someone to pick you up."

After that, he picked up several rifles from the ground and handed them to the man.

"You should know how to use a gun. Be careful on the road. There shouldn't be any danger."

After they left, Qin Hao began to search for weapons in the village.

Qin Hao values ​​​​the Gatling the most. This kind of thing is simply a powerful weapon against group attacks.

He searched around and found many good things.

There are two Gatling weapons, a dozen rocket barrels, hundreds of grenades, and several large boxes of bullets.

With these weapons, it would not be a problem to face an army of tens of thousands, let alone three or four thousand ancient armies.

After all, the power of bullets fired from this kind of weapon is far from comparable to that of a pistol. Qin Hao felt that even with his own physical strength, if he was hit by Gatling, he would probably be seriously injured even if he did not die.

Not to mention that he also has more powerful rockets and grenades. With his speed, if he throws grenades as hidden weapons, what kind of ancient army can withstand it?

He studied how to use these weapons one by one. After figuring it out, Qin Hao piled the weapons in a warehouse, connected them with a long rope, turned on his phone, and immediately started traveling.

His figure appeared again in the hiding groove.

Qin Hao observed the surrounding terrain, found a commanding location, placed two Gatlings, loaded the rocket launchers with ammunition, and arranged the grenades neatly.

After getting ready, Qin Hao got up and walked to the city.

The arrogant Qin Hao was soon discovered by the soldiers behind the city gate. Qin Hao stopped, pretended to be accidentally exposed, and started to turn around and run away.

The pursuers in the city quickly chased them out. Qin Hao looked back and found that only a few hundred people were sent.

He immediately stopped and looked gloomy.

"Damn it, who are you looking down on? After all, I killed a seventh-grade master, and then sent hundreds of people to die?"

To deal with these people, it is not necessary to use modern weapons, otherwise it will scare them away and dare not come back again. Wouldn't it be a big loss?

Qin Hao jumped up and landed directly in the military formation. He slapped a war horse away with a slap and grabbed the opponent's long sword.

The Seven Killing Sword Techniques of Destiny were launched, killing one soldier after another like melons and vegetables.

This was Qin Hao's first time rushing into battle. At this moment, Qin Hao suddenly understood why, in this world where personal force was so powerful, those dynasties still occupied a dominant position, and why those high-level warriors still obeyed the orders of those in power.

Although the individual strength of the armies in this world is not high, they seem to have mastered some special tactics. When the military formation is formed, they seem to become an offensive and defensive whole, and these soldiers may have already They are used to seeing the combat prowess of high-level warriors, and no matter how big the gap is, they will not be defeated easily.

The attacks of these military formations were like a tidal wave, without a moment's pause. Instead, Qin Hao, who was trapped in the formation, could not seize the opportunity to breathe, and could only rely on his breath to continue fighting.

Fortunately, Qin Hao is not very strong, but his physical strength has exceeded the limit of the seventh level.

The soldiers did little harm to him.

But gradually, when these hundreds of people were almost killed, the large forces in the city finally assembled and rushed towards Qin Hao.

This time, there were at least two thousand people, all of them cavalry.

Qin Hao already understood the power of this ancient military formation and did not dare to let himself be trapped in it again. He turned around and fought through the encirclement, running at full speed towards the high ground prepared in advance.

Qin Hao gasped for breath, calmed down his energy and blood first, then shouldered a rocket launcher and aimed it at the cavalry that rushed over.

He slowly slowed down his breathing and waited for them to arrive.

The large troops are getting closer and closer, and have entered within a range of 500 meters, 400 meters, 300 meters, and 200 meters.

Finally, the cavalry was within a hundred meters.

"Let you have a taste of the power of technology."

Qin Hao gently pulled the trigger, and a flame spurted out, and the rocket flew towards the general running at the front at an extremely fast speed.

This general had obviously never seen what this thing was. By the time he reacted, the rocket was already not far away. As a sixth-grade master, he had no time to draw out his true energy, so he could only instinctively tilt his head to avoid it. Fired this rocket.

A violent explosion sounded behind him. A cavalryman was blown to pieces by a rocket. Terrifying shrapnel sprayed out in all directions. Immediately, ten or twenty more cavalrymen and horses were shot through their bodies and fell down.

This group of ancient soldiers had never seen such power before. They were all horrified and wanted to rein in their horses. However, the horses were frightened by the loud noise and could not control themselves at all. They continued to run forward desperately.

Qin Hao picked up another rocket launcher in sequence and fired it again.

A terrifying explosion sounded again, and another large number of cavalry were killed.

The leading general was also a ruthless man. Faced with this situation, he still did not choose to retreat, but roared:

"Kill, the archer fires an arrow. As long as he attacks it, his thing will be useless."

It has to be said that these generals do have a strong grasp of fighter aircraft, but they will never know the horror of modern weapons.

Qin Hao ignored the arrows they shot at all. Whenever a beneficial arrow approached, he could easily deflect it away without posing any threat at all.

After firing three rockets in a row, the cavalry phalanx was very close.

Qin Hao pulled off the fuses of four grenades and threw them out with a wave of his hand. Then he took four more grenades without raising his head and threw them out again.

Immediately afterwards, dense explosions sounded, and another large group of cavalry fell.

After they had entered within fifty meters of Qin Hao.

The real killing weapon finally appears.

Qin Hao held the handle of Gatlin's gun with both hands, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Gatling super meal, for you."

The barrel of the gun rotates, and the rate of fire of hundreds of bullets per second is like the melody of death.

The cavalrymen who rushed forward, thinking they were finally sure of victory, suddenly discovered to their horror that their bodies had become tattered without even realizing it.