The Game of Demon Hunter

After a lot of twists and turns, the female warrior successfully replaced the image of the Iron Overlord in Pi Jing's eyes with her own image. To be honest, after removing the height, the difference between the two is not very big, so these farts quickly adapted to their new identities - slaves mining for the little shrimp boss.

It seems that the system thought it was a great thing for them to drive away a greenskin tribe, so today's surprises are not over yet. Relying on his extraordinary sense of smell, the witcher smelled a different smell in the stench that filled the entire camp. Following his sense of smell, Xu Yichen quickly found what he was looking for in a hut made of green leather. thing.

This is a wooden house, and the green skins directly used logs to build this house. In one corner of the room, crude black powder, or things that looked like black powder, were piled up like a hill. A simple iron shelf seemed to act as a workbench, and a dozen iron pipes of various thicknesses were randomly discarded. on top.

The witcher was convinced that this was where the previous greenskin made his gunpowder weapons. He closed the door carefully, Xu Yichen didn't want to end up with that green skin, he would not open this room full of gunpowder again until the castle was completely cleaned up. Perhaps, you can show this thing to the dwarves? Maybe he can improve some craftsmanship to make this thing suitable for human use.

Now that these green skins have already tinkered with this kind of gunpowder weapon, I am afraid that other forces have already started to study this kind of thing, right? Xu Yichen didn't believe that the system would allow this race, which was already able to fight and survive, to point out a thriving technology tree. Moreover, looking at the structure of this thing, it is a very mature musket-loading musket structure. If it wasn't for the green skin that stuffed half of the barrel with gunpowder and blocked the muzzle with a torch, I'm afraid I would have died. Tasted the power of gunpowder.

The witcher feels that the war mode in the game world is about to change. This kind of weapon with a simple structure requires neither training nor complicated technology. It can exert the best effect in the hands of ordinary people. Professionals are The mode of Lord of War is about to become history.

Just as the witcher was worried, two players from the loess region were standing in front of a group of aboriginal soldiers thousands of miles away in the homeland called 'Seres' by others.

These aboriginal soldiers with the same black hair and black eyes were not professionals. They were all family-born children selected from the local area and had undergone a year-long military training. At this time, these people stood neatly in three rows. No matter from which angle you looked at it, they were in a flawless and orderly formation, full of the beauty of order.

Different from the traditional costumes of the Song Empire, these soldiers, known as the New Army, wore tailor-made black military uniforms. The modern necklines and cuffs made these people look extra energetic when they acted. A black leather coat with a slightly corset effect helped them resist the cold outside.

"Is it a little too urgent?" A player dressed similarly to the soldiers, but with more delicate and complicated patterns, frowned and looked at the other player. "The training of these new troops has not yet been completed. , couldn't even complete a salvo!"

Another player is wearing a thick black armor, and the design of various inclined surfaces makes this thing look extremely thick and full of sense of technology. Holding his helmet in his hand, he replied helplessly: "No way, the higher-ups urged Hurry up, you still have at most three days for them to adapt to the weapons in your hands, the northerners are about to be pushed back to the Ural Mountains by the green skins, we must strengthen the defense line of the Altai Mountains."

As the commander of the new army, the player who spoke before stomped his feet so hard that even a footprint was left on the stone ground. He shouted loudly: "What are you waiting for! Hurry up and train. Before dinner today, everyone must complete a hundred salvos!"

"Yes! Your Excellency!" The flag bearer at the head of each line replied loudly, and then loudly issued an order to the battle drummer: "Drum once!"

Amid the rhythmic beating of the war drum, a new order was issued: "Beat the drum once! Fill the potion! Compact the potion!"

Under the command of the drumbeat, the new army composed of aborigines took out their potion jars and poured the 'potion' into the brand-new rifles in their hands. Many people were still whispering: "My ancestors are here, Bless me with success!"

"Beat the drum twice! Load the projectiles! Load the primer!" The commander's order echoed in the queue. As the rhythm of the drums accelerated, some members of the new army began to sweat, tremble, and their movements began to increase.

But the military order is like iron, and new orders follow one after another: "Beat the drum three times! Light the fire! Praise the cleverness!"

Most of the new army composed of aborigines completed the previous steps. They lit their matchlocks amidst the sound of orders, and shouted together with the officers: "Praise Wan Jiling!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! A series of gunshots, accompanied by billowing smoke, completely blocked the soldiers' sight, but this time the salvo did not satisfy the commander. The Chaos Worshipers whose hands and feet were trapped as targets fell down in groups, and even if the rest of them didn't die, they were frightened even more crazy.

"Do we have to come up with this tactic of queuing up and shooting? Don't you think the style of painting is a bit embarrassing for coming up with such a stupid slogan?" The black smoke that drifted over was blown away, and the huge lung capacity almost brought a breeze: "Do you think the people above simply like this kind of romance of queuing up and shooting, so they let us train like this?"

"Be careful, this shit can hardly hit the target accurately. This is the best tactic, at least it has been verified by history. If we don't use this kind of slogan, why don't we open a cultural education class to explain it to them? The principle of gunpowder?" The player in the black leather jacket said: "You know we can't continue to develop better bullets and guns, if it weren't for the brains of the EU, we wouldn't be in such a predicament!"

The black-armored player laughed and said in a low voice: "Did you hear that, since the muskets were produced by the EU last year, they started to be installed on a large scale in the Chaos-occupied area within a month, and now even the green skins have started Playing with gunpowder guns, hehe! Those religious lunatics didn't take advantage of it at all. A while ago, a few battle groups wanted to upgrade the technology tree, but fortunately they were stopped by others. In order to prevent them from continuing to do so in the future, the United Nations plans to Take out a group of military police and go over there to form the People's Anti-Intellectual Committee, guess who of our people will go there?"

PS: Consummation, exactly two hundred chapters on the birthday, tsk tsk

PS: The story of the loess area that you have been looking forward to for a long time~