Mystery Makes Me Strong

The ghoul is only the first one, and the major forces still have time to react across the sea.

Many small alliances began to spontaneously form two major military alliances, the Emerald Alliance in the south, and the Gem Treaty in the north.

The Allied Powers and the Entente Powers do not target each other, but only target third-party monster forces.

This is the result of church coordination.

Although it was secretly rejected, the church still had to do some personnel work on the surface.

Otherwise, no one will listen in the future.

The two powers, along the main shipping lanes, established regular naval patrols.

Wen Rensheng looked at this civilization as a worm facing danger, and began to shrink his body instinctively, this is to resist the risk.

Can they resist the fusion of many worlds?

You must know that each of these worlds has destructive forces, and this civilization must be able to resist it in order to have a chance to deal with the stronger principal of disaster.

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There are more and more radiation ghouls, and they finally ran out from the island.

With the help of the current, they took advantage of the darkness to break through the blockade of the ships of the alliance and the alliance, and came to the southern land.

"Monster!" A village was attacked, and the villagers picked up the second-hand tattered rifles that had been issued long ago and began to resist.

Their resistance failed, however.

Because they didn't expect that after the ghouls, there would be mutant cockroaches.

There are too many of these monsters crawling on the ground.

Not that the sparse firepower of a rifle can stop it.

Only a dozen or so young men who usually go fishing in the sea came out of the village.

They came to the nearby fort to report.

The Fortress Major, was taken aback when he heard that.

"I didn't expect the monster to land so soon? Send a report immediately." He said to the adjutant.

"We haven't verified the authenticity of the news." The adjutant questioned.

"This must be true, no one will joke about their own arms and the death of their loved ones!" The major glanced at the dozen or so people, and some of them had injured arms, which had only been bandaged briefly.

If this is also false, then I really don't know what these people want to report false news.

The adjutant immediately dispatched the report.

Wen Rensheng nodded, this major can be promoted.

He put a lucky 5 on the opponent.

This lucky 5 can guarantee that the opponent will be exempted from five deaths.

If he can't grow up after five death saves, then forget it, which means that this world doesn't have too much luck on him.

Many heroes, in fact, died too early, so they didn't grow up.

They are really no worse than others, just a little bit of luck.

Some people are stronger, but they lose because of luck. This is not what Wen Rensheng wants to see.

After the major of the fortress sent the report, he asked people to resettle a dozen villagers, and then sent messengers to issue emergency evacuations to surrounding villages and towns, as well as orders to recruit civilian husbands.

The orderly rode away quickly.

The major then asked the soldiers to organize their weapons and prepare for battle, and assigned some of them to start preparing the trenches, widening and deepening the trenches.

Put wood in the trench, connect the oil pipeline, and strive for a longer burning time.

Gasoline is highly volatile, and it can only be poured into the trench after the enemy is close.

It didn't take long, and after only half a day, a large shadow was seen in the distance at the fortress located on the main traffic road.

The ghouls followed the villagers.

They waved their arms and staggered, about half the speed of ordinary people. There were hundreds of them.

This relieved the major.

There are 350,000 rounds of ammunition and 300 rounds of shells stored in the fortress, which is just a small fortress.

Large fortresses store tens of millions of bullets and tens of thousands of shells.

After all, the civilized world has entered the industrial age.

"Snipers are free to open fire, the first company is ready to salvo! The second company is ready, the third company is resting. The artillery company is ready for shells." The major issued orders in an orderly manner.

There are four companies in the entire fortress, and each company has 150 people. Counting the orderlies, there are about 700 people.

"boom!"

The first bullet was fired.

It hit the bone in the ghoul's chest, and the ghoul was sent flying by the bullet, knocking down two companions in succession.

"This hardness?" The sniper who fired the bullet was surprised.

According to his combat experience, this bullet will make a big hole in a person's body, and the person will even split open.

Bullets generally penetrate the human body without the effect of flying.

This is somewhat different from the information I saw before.

It was said before that a ghoul could be easily killed with a rifle, but now, his sniper rifle uses special bullets, which cannot be directly killed.

It seems that after staying in this world for a long time, they began to strengthen automatically.

Did he absorb the power of tranquility?

The sniper put aside his distractions and aimed at the second ghoul, this time he chose the other's head.

Generally, sniping rarely starts directly at the head, because the head target is still too small.

The bullet passed through the face, the head exploded, and the ghoul fell.

This made the sniper breathe a sigh of relief, but fortunately it was not the strength of the armored train.

At the end of the 19th century, there were armored trains, but there were no tanks, because the development of gasoline and diesel engines was not perfect enough.

One bullet after another was fired, the rate of fire of the sniper was still slow, and soon the ghouls approached the first line of defense: a deep and wide trench.

Three meters deep and five meters wide, facing the side of the fortress, a shooting area is deliberately reserved. The fortress is condescending and can shoot to every part of the trench, ensuring that it will not be used by the enemy.

Driven by instinct, the ghouls fell directly into the ditch.

They weren't entirely dumb though, they were packed together so that while a dozen or so were crushed underneath, the other ghouls could get over without a hitch.

The infantrymen opened fire, and the bullets were very accurate, because they had been specially trained for the position of the trench.

The bullets had turned the skin of the ghoul into a pile of tatters, exposing the pale bones.

But unless you hit them directly on the head, they can still move.

The fortress major and the soldiers are not surprised at all, because they have also seen cases where many disabled people can still move under the drive of the power of tranquility.

They shoot steadily, hide in a safe and thick concrete and steel fortress, and shoot enemies without long-range attack capabilities, which will make people feel the joy of shooting and hunting.

Soon the soldiers began to compete spontaneously, and everyone bet that whoever hit the most heads would get a free drink in the evening, and the others had to take out their rations.

The Fortress Major took a tacit stance on this.

Let them relax first, not too nervous.

But soon, when the first five-meter-tall Deathclaw charged against the bullet, everyone became nervous.

This thing is quite fast, comparable to a car at 40 kilometers.

At the end of the 19th century, around 1880, three-wheeled vehicles with gasoline engines appeared.

It's just that the speed is still very slow.

But the speed of 40 kilometers per hour is very fast in the eyes of people.

The trenches can't hinder this thing at all, its intelligence is quite high, and it jumped over directly.

Hundreds of meters of obstacles, as well as barbed wire, are no match for it.

"We should dig ten meters deep."

"At that time, it was you who said digging two meters was enough."

It's too shallow when you use it, and too deep when you dig it.

Deathclaw rushed to the fortress, paying the price of being bruised and bruised.

It quickly found the mouth of the machine gun, and then stretched out its claws to take out the machine gun.

Fortunately, at this time, the sniper had already found its weakness, switched to armor-piercing bullets in time, and aimed at its neck joints.

Deathclaws fell.

The fortress turned the corner.