Take the Empire To the Other World

"Even if you are a Tier 3 professional, you are still an ant in front of a volley of guns."

Wang Ziming's consciousness swept across the dead body of the third-level bandit leader, and sighed.

He had heard about this in the federation of the main world. Information on professionals from Tier 1 to Tier 4 in the Federation can be bought as long as you have money, so there are still quite a few professionals below Tier 4. Under the suppression of the Communist Party of China, they are still as diligent as ordinary people as a screw in the construction of the Federation...

Only by breaking through to the fifth level of existence can one become a privileged class of the federal government and barely step into the upper class of society.

This is mainly because professionals below level 4 cannot make their bodies immune to bullets, even arquebuses and muskets can't stop them, let alone musket guns with stronger penetrating power.

This is different from demonized creatures, which have a certain regenerative ability, and demonized creatures that ignore pain are more resistant to fire from muskets.

However, when encountering human physics-side professionals of the same level, even with cold weapons, they can easily defeat demonized creatures in duels.

This forms an interesting circular chain. Demonized creatures can restrain the firearmed troops composed of ordinary people, and the firearmed army composed of ordinary people can crush professionals of level 4 and below, and professionals of the same level can easily kill demonized troops in seconds. biology……

Of course, in reality, low-level demonized creatures are often social creatures, and human professionals are not given the chance to single them out.

"Hey, there is no income from soul power. Does it mean that intelligent creatures in different spaces have no soul?"

Wang Ziming, who watched the veteran Swedish town militiamen clearing the battlefield, couldn't help feeling stunned that he hadn't received the information of soul power refining.

Not long after, Wang Ziming received Zhao Ritian's spoils summary.

The tattered melee weapons were directly selected by senior Swedish town militiamen. Of course, none of the ammunition left on the bandits' corpses was searched. As long as the muskets were still usable, they were taken and prepared to be used by the villagers in the territory.

It's not that Wang Ziming doesn't want to use it for the soldiers. The soldiers have their own career paths, and it's not as good as the villagers for them to use muskets...

This is like the difficulty of painting on a piece of white paper (villagers) and painting on a piece of paper (soldiers) painted with a fixed color.

Soldiers who already have a fixed career path can hardly be distracted from learning other weapons to fight.

"My lord ancestor, we have obtained 12 silver coins, and I hereby dedicate them to you."

After Zhao Ritian collected all the different-dimensional virtual currencies together, he knelt down towards the sky and held up the real silver coins in his hands.

In the different space, the virtual currency can be realized, and it is also the common currency of all creatures in the different space.

This different space was originally born with Wang Ziming's time travel, but because Wang Ziming was too weak, he could only control the people in the territory of the different space.

This is also the reason why people in the different space call Wang Ziming the God's Blessed One. The gods in their eyes are actually the system rules that create the entire different space!

It's just that the system rules that this "god" has no self, so most people in the different space are false believers.

"Only 12 silver coins, these bandits are really poor..."

After the silver coins in Zhao Ritian's hand disappeared out of thin air, Wang Ziming glanced at the extra amount in the account, and he didn't think about it.

At this moment, Wang Ziming deeply realized how poor the low-level lawbreakers in the different space are!

Of course, this may also be because the gangsters haven't eaten meat for a long time...

After searching for the loot, Zhao Ritian led the team to move on again. This time, he was not attacked by criminals again.

Those bandits who ran away without a trace did not call their accomplices to come back to attack.

When the 20 senior Swedish town militiamen were brought back to the territory of the different space, they were immediately warmly welcomed by the villagers in the territory, but the villagers in the territory were all men, so this enthusiasm made the senior Swedish town militiamen who were also male feel unimpressed...

Soon, the tattered weapons seized from the bandits, including melee weapons, were distributed to the villagers, and 20 senior Swedish town militiamen went to the main world with only their original weapons and Wang Ziming!

When going to the main world, Wang Ziming found that these mercenaries are very useful, just like soldiers, they can be pulled back to the territory of different space anytime and anywhere!

I don't know how many times better than Charak!

On the early morning of January 7, 1888 in the federal calendar, in a forest outside the Devil Mountain, Wang Le, who was in a daze, woke up from the grass covered with clothes, and twisted his neck, which was a little stiff, facing the rising sun.

Then he saw a scene that shocked him!

"This... how come there are 20 more people here? And they all have guns!

God, what age is this, and there are still people using antique-like matchlock guns?

Is there still a federal arsenal producing such old antiques?

These matchlock guns can't be inherited from the ancestors..."

Soon, Wang Le, who finally recovered from the shock, and Cha Lak, who was embarrassed, were called to Wang Ziming.

"These are the mercenaries who just found us last night. From now on, they are our own people, under the command of Li Feiyan. Now that we have strength, we no longer need to fear those demonized goblins. I decided to return to us along the same road today. The place that was attacked before, teach those demonized goblins a hard lesson!"

Wang Ziming mobilized sonorously.

Naturally, the soldiers led by Li Feiyan and the senior Swedish urban militia would not have any objections. Even if Chalak had any objections, he would not dare to raise them under the current situation.

Originally, Li Feiyan's 20 people didn't have Tier 2 existence, and they didn't have muskets. Charak still had the guts to fight, but now...

Let's be honest!

Those 20 matchlock guns alone could kill Charak!

However, Wang Le didn't understand Wang Ziming's order!

"Master, there are at least 6 demon goblin warriors, one demon goblin leader, and nearly a hundred ordinary demon goblins. Didn't we die in the past?"

Don't be afraid to die, I can make up soldiers!

Wang Ziming really wanted to answer this sentence, but in order to keep Wang Le's three views from collapsing, Wang Ziming replied very patiently: "This is another plan of mine. In fact, I have summoned a large number of mercenaries in Reese City to prepare Find a magicite mine in the Devil's Mountains to mine.

According to yesterday's battle, we can be sure that the demonized goblin tribe must have mastered a magic stone mine, or the kind of surface mine that is easy to mine. As long as we find the mine, I will call other mercenary teams that have entered the Devil's Mountain Range one after another Come to support.

Believe me, we have power beyond imagination! "

Wang Le stared at his young master dumbfounded, feeling very strange...

Fortunately, he still maintains a simple master-servant mindset. Since his young master is so determined, what else can he do as a servant other than obey?

Those mercenaries are not afraid, but my own followers are afraid of wool!