Volume 1: Selling Moe Survival Record Section 556: I can't afford to name it anymore

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"But they're all dead. The dwarf fired a shot, then muttered in some confusion.

"yes, so we send them to die again, and if he has already died once, then we have to take responsibility and send them to die again. "Pulling the bolt open, the ejection shell landed on the wooden bell tower floor with a dull sound, and the Lord of the Crown, who had been lifted from the skull, rolled off the top of the half-overturned ruins, closed the bolt, and the scope caught a guy who had already turned over a pile of ruins, it thought it was safe, but it didn't realize that there was only a wooden floor between him and the murderer, the cat cub pulled the trigger, and the bullet pierced through the wooden floor after flying a distance of more than 190 yards, and along with the fragments flew with the fragments of armor and black soul stones.

For the ninth target, Marceau pulled the bolt again, loaded the last armor-piercing blessing round placed beside him, and then put the scope on a ruined broken wall, where an arm held a short knife, and was looking at this unfriendly world with a mirror glued to it in some unknown way, and it was really some pretenders who did not know how to do it.

The next second, the gunshot rang out, and the corner of the wall in the scope exploded instantly, and then a corpse that had lost its skull fell on the soil, and the deceased who had just died again fell to the ground so quietly, Marceau didn't know if there were other guys behind the wall, but Marceau understood that these guys must be afraid This is the most terrible thing about a seasoned precision shooter, unless you are in a safe enough place, or don't think about challenging an accurate shooter, because usually death is given by an accurate shooter. The brave's best gift, and sometimes there is only a wall between bravery and stupidity.

"You killed ten?" The dwarf seemed to open the record list, he looked at Marceau as if he was looking at a monster, and Marceau opened the record list, and found that his ranking among the shooters was not high, but on the shot list of more than 180 yards, he was leading with 10 shots, and the second dwarf only killed three...... This marksmanship really needs to be practiced well.

"yes, kill ten. Marceau said as she put away her ammo pack and long-range shotgun and walked to the stairs of the bell tower: "Aren't you leaving?"

"Why?" asked the elf.

"This is the third line of defense, if I am the undead on the opposite side, whether there is anyone on this bell tower or not, there will be a team of demons and ghosts desperately rushing into the defense line to kill the bell tower......" Speaking of this, the cat cub glanced up and down at the dwarf: "Do you think you have enough for a few demons." ”

"Uh...... Hi, wait a minute. The dwarf thought for a moment, and finally shouted.

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Looking around, sticking to the wall where the ruins were still standing, Omir stretched out his hand and grabbed his companion's legs, just now he asked himself to borrow a mirror, and then used the poisonous slime on the face of another rotting companion to organically combine the mirror and the short knife together, saying that he wanted to see where the murderer was, but a bullet penetrated the corner, Omir watched his companion get shot, and the good skull and the black soul stone in it turned into pieces, so that the distracted Omir did not have time to grab the body of his companion poured out...... Hopefully, this guy gripped the handle tightly.

Slowly pulling the corpse, Omir finally found that Lady Luck had not been able to stand on his side this time, the handle of the short knife was held tightly, but the bones that had lost the soul stone had been scattered.

Scolding a mother in his heart, Omir looked around again, and suddenly found that his team deputy was poking his head out of a ditch not far away: "You are crazy! Retract your head!", Omir hurriedly waved at him.

"Don't worry, that guy should go, such a sharp precision shooter must be a very cunning guy, he won't stupidly stand there and wait for us, if you don't believe me, now I'll stick my head out to attract fire, if I don't die in half a minute, then you can go and pick up the mirror." As soon as he finished speaking, Omir saw his lieutenant's head explode.

“…… How can there always be so many people in this world who think they are smart? Wiping his shiny skull, Omir returned to the broken wall and he didn't know if the precision shooter would move, but it was clear that they were now facing more than one or two precision shooters, and Omir suddenly remembered his warband...... It seems that there are no precision shooters?

"Do we have a shooter?" Omir asked, wanting to comfort himself.

"No, the regiment commander said, the Black Death doesn't need any shooters, everyone is reckless, don't do it. From another rubble came the voice of a companion in reply.

"The Twelfth Regiment has a few shooters, but their regiment didn't choose this mission!" another voice said.

"So who is the commander of our regiment now, is there any other squadron leader besides me?Jack Valentine Timmy?" Omir called several names in succession, and then heard the bad news" Jack was on the ground, next to Valentine's squadron leader. ”

Well, Valentine is the second rotten body that was blown up, everyone is the lord of the crown, so he chose the rotten body, saying that he wanted to be the most beautiful spellcaster in the group, and the result was ...... Well, considering that the shooter on the opposite side was the second one to be named after killing the regimental commander, it looks really beautiful...... How to die. But what about Timmy: "What about Timmy?"

"When I ran, I seemed to see that Timmy's team mate was also on the ground, and considering that this conversation would definitely not be shut up as long as he didn't die, I thought it would be better to look for it on the ground. A female voice sounded among the ruins, much to Omir's relief, this was the lieutenant of the sixth squadron, Anna Tril, a Nordic blonde beauty, but unfortunately a violent lily girl.

"Sweetheart, I'm glad to hear your voice, but is there any other squadron leader alive now besides the two of us and that beard?"

"Probably not, right, then again, what about the regimental deputy?"

"He's dead, Omir, he was following you then, and the bullet pierced his plate armor. Anna's best friend Natasha's answer made Omir a little desperate, and Anna's question in this memory represented the question in the minds of the survivors of the ruins: "So what are we going to do now?"

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"What are we going to do now. Following Marceau, who pushed the door in, the dwarf followed the kitten in front of him up the steps, one by one to the fourth floor, and watched him start to set up a gun, and the dwarf finally walked up to him: "Can't you say a word?"

"Be quiet, put your guns on the line, this time you're in charge of the southern defense, remember, don't fire this flare if no one is coming. Marceau pulled a flare from his pocket and said, "Also, remember that this is facing the enemy." In order not to make this completely unreliable, the cat cub finally chose to teach this dwarf by himself.

"Okay, but can you tell me how you learned to use weapons?"

Faced with this question, Marceau frowned, and finally the cat cub blamed his master for this incident: "Of course it was taught by the master, the elders are kind, and I learned well, and I will not live up to the teachings of the elders in the future." ”

"What a stake. As soon as the dwarf finished speaking, he heard the sound of a gunshot, and immediately he raised the telescope in his hand, and saw the pitiful appearance of the Lord of the Crown lying on the ground, as if he wanted something from the corpse, but as soon as the gun rang out, there was no more trouble. (To be continued.) )