The New Eden soon began to attack again, and after a large number of Banshee Wing forces forced back the airship, the ground forces of New Eden began to attack again, and in order to save spells, Marceau also picked up muskets.

Speaking of which, the kitten is now holding a special semi-automatic weapon made by Penny and the long time, no need to pull the bolt, only need to load the magazine of 10 rounds, pull the trigger, one nine-millimeter rifle at a time, because of the use of some magical technology, such as the inscription circle to reduce recoil, the world tree gum monolithically molded gun body shell (triangular hollow stock) and rails, installed with an angular grip, and an advanced combat optical sight equipped with a small reflex scope on the top.

The effective range is 1,000 yards when using heavy bullets and 700 yards when using normal bullets.

"Dude, how does the guy in your hand feel so tall. The player next to him looked at the musket in his hand, and then at the musket in Marceau's hand, indicating that it didn't seem like a generational problem anymore.

"Well, this is made for me by my wife. Marceau also felt that the guy in his hand and the muskets he used before were two worlds at all.

But he didn't know why his wife's muskets were so cool, and when he asked them about the long history and Penny, they both said that they had found a weapon from their grandfather's old game library about modern warfare, and that it was a bold attempt, and that it was still impossible to make a qualified burst weapon, but a semi-automatic musket like this could be restored.

It's really good to have capable wives, as the head of the family, the cat cub said that there are not too many girls who shovel like this.

After firing a few shots and confirming that the guy in his hand could shoot a guy six hundred yards away, Marceau immediately chose to put on a raincoat, put the special compensating flame suppressor on the muzzle, entered a small building behind him, and then fired at the enemy's high-value target behind the broken wall, although the compensator would make the gunfire louder, but to be honest, in this battlefield where the gunfire could not be stopped for a while, a louder gunfire was nothing.

Entering the firing position, Marceau set up the gun, the first target was a player wearing a military coat and only the player would wear this kind of Warhammer 40k style clothes, this guy was holding a long sword and a musket in his hand, and was directing his subordinates to attack the defense line of the Eastern Continent, although the position was very high, but because it was far away from the battlefield, he and the adjutant beside him did not hide their ** at all, wearing a red big-brimmed hat to pull the wind very much.

It's really hand-to-hand to write a dead word to yourself.

Marceau adjusted the ruler, held his breath, pulled the trigger, and the large-brimmed hat in the mirror leaned back sharply, regardless of the posture of the man rolling over the ruins, with a small turn of the muzzle, Marceau put the adjutant into the scope, pulled the trigger while he was still in a daze, and then left the firing position regardless of the hit.

Stepping back into the shadows, Marceau moved to the other side, leaned against the wall, poked the muzzle of the gun out of the window and began to look for a target.

Soon, a mage came into his sight, this was obviously a necromancer, a water of negative energy spells in such a rain is like a fish in water, but unfortunately he ran into Marceau, so in the preparation of an ice storm, a nine-millimeter bullet flew a distance of seven hundred and twelve yards, drilled through his right forehead, and disappeared after blowing off most of the back of his head, and the out-of-control ice storm immediately turned the area near the mage's location into a sea of 'ice'.

Put away the gun, squatted out of the window, climbed down the small building from the window in the back, adjusted the ruler while drilling through the small space formed by the collapse, and reached out and patted the sentry on the side: "Over there, there are ghouls coming around." ”

Before the Sentinel could thank him, he blew the whistle and shouted at the players in his area to pay attention to the ghouls who were trying to catch a surprise when the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Crossing the street, Marceau trotted up to the second floor, this time shooting from the side when he came and went, in the rain Marceau found a shooter who had forgotten to hide himself He was climbing a water tower, in the case of Roland Valdo, there should be no need for a water tower, but considering that the idea of rich people is always so different, so Marceau patiently waited until the shooter climbed to the top of the water tower, and then pulled the trigger, watching him stumble down the water tower, Marceau collected the gun and ran up to the third floor.

"Hey, there's someone here!" said the two dwarven archers unhappily.

So Marceau ran downstairs as fast as he could.

"They're coming in from the right!"

With the screams coming from the building, Marceau pushed open the half-open bunker, put the gun on the windowsill, and shot at the new Eden who was jumping down the trench downstairs, the first one jumped down was shot through the chest and fell directly into the muddy trench, and the second was hit in the leg before jumping off the trench, and directly fell on the neck.

There were gunshots everywhere, no one noticed Marceau's position at all, took out the magazine from his waist, and when the last bullet was fired, he pushed the magazine with the magazine, and the empty magazine fell, and Marceau quickly loaded the new magazine in his hand, and at the same time pulled the trigger, and the new Edenkee who just wanted to jump into the trench in the distance was lifted off most of his brain, just pressed on the enemy who was scuffling with people, and the dagger in the latter's hand directly pierced the opponent's eye socket because of this sudden power.

As for whether he can turn over, that's not something Marceau can't handle.

Shoot the second magazine in one breath, the defense line downstairs is already full of the enemy and the enemy scuffling together in the mud, in this kind of heavy rain, Marceau really didn't dare to fire at the scuffling crowd The penetration of the nine-millimeter bullet is too strong, just afraid that a new Edenyan will be killed here, and the new Edenyan who passes through his body will get into his own body in the next second.

So Marceau began to extend the strike, those guys who haven't entered the battlefield have bad luck, the penetration performance of nine millimeters at medium and close range is very strong, and these guys rushed over obviously to use the number of people to oppress the players in the Eastern Continent in this area, so a bullet can usually penetrate two or even three people.

Soon, the last magazine was empty, and Marceau could only put away his musket, but he didn't jump in to join the melee, but prepared a deluxe package for the New Eden who were trying to charge, extending the Ice Storm, which was transformed into a sacred storm through the Book of the Philosopher, and when the raindrops of positive energy fell, Marceau had to close the window.

If the screams kill the cat, the kitten is already dead at this time.