Yang Wenli stood a little cramped in front of the steppe elf engineers, as the sharpshooters in the war group, these young men were selected and came to Palo Ernst, where it is said that there are the greatest engineers and the best muskets, as well as a large number of prairie elves that cannot be seen anywhere else.

To be honest, the reviews of square ears and pointed ears are very good, and many players have a good impression of these little guys, because they always mean what they say, and this honest and reliable attribute, as well as their cute appearance, almost hit the good ball zone of most people.

Well...... Except for some guys who like spherical parts, but then again, why care about this form of battle, for Yang Wenli, a soul that can communicate well is far more important than a body.

Therefore, when these steppe elf engineers wanted to make their own muskets for each player, Yang Wenli's heart was very excited—when he served in the Federal Army, Yang Wenli had in his hands the kind of mass-produced small electromagnetic rapid-fire rifles, in the words of the first sergeant major, this was the suicide tool prepared by the capitalists for them army leaders.

"Six millimeters, at a long distance, even the carapace of the large zerg can't penetrate, and if you get closer, the speed of the worm per second is not five centimeters, let me put it this way, if you big-headed soldiers who have never seen blood really let the worms get close, if you don't have a certain ability, it is the most correct choice to use a plasma grenade to die with the other party, if you die like this, at least it is much better than being used as a snack by the bugs." ”

Of course, Yang Wenli also wanted to get a large electromagnetic rifle, but he was just a big soldier, not the kind of armored assault soldier who passed the physical selection and passed the surgical expectations, because they could only use this kind of big guy after putting on the power armor.

When I first experienced it, Yang Wenli, a high-achieving student in the university who got a soft hand, was brushed off in the first round, and the evaluation given to him by the experience was IQ A, physical fitness D, and it was too small to be a big soldier.

It wasn't until his shooting talent was discovered that the young man was transferred to the Army's reconnaissance team, using a light exoskeleton power armor and a semi-automatic light electromagnetic rifle, and his mission was to 'lick' high-value targets 1,500 meters away.

But I'm sorry, the recent Earth Federation army has been idle and has been an infantry for three years, because of the experience evaluation of the year, Yang Wenli was forced to retire from the military (after all, the big soldiers who are better than him have been transferred to the reserve), returned to the university to finish the remaining courses in the Department of Literature, Yang Wenli realized his dream - to become a librarian in his own university, to live the life he dreamed of when he was young, to eat and wait for death, and to write a few books about history when he has time.

Until the juniors in college dragged him into the game.

The young man's physique is not good, and there is no good guy in this damn world who can lick a target five hundred yards away (and even if there is, it is not something that their warband can obtain), Yang Wenli feels that his specialty cannot be 'effective', until today, the steppe elf engineer took out a solid wood as a support, and it looks completely different from the previous musket.

It seems to be similar to the musket that the island got before...... No, it seems better.

"You give it a try, we think with your size and hand length, this guy should suit you, but don't care about its caliber, your warband specifically said that you have a physical defect when recommending you. A prairie elf engineer stepped forward.

"yes, oh my god you're so tall, but you're too skinny, so this guy uses a 7mm caliber, which is what we use. Another steppe elf engineer said, and took out a scope, which was really big enough for its size: "Ten times the scope, we still have a fifteen times scope here, but that's used by a nine-millimeter caliber musket, and a seven-millimeter bullet can't hit that far." ”

The third steppe elf engineer picked up the topic, and he pointed to the drawing behind him: "It's not that you can't hit that far, but when the seven millimeters hit that position, the accuracy and penetration are no longer guaranteed, and it's okay to use heavy arcane bullets, but this kind of bullet is too expensive, if you can't show enough strength, we won't provide you with this bullet that is more expensive than your head." ”

Is this a square-eared joke?

Yang Wenli raised his eyebrows, this kind of explanation really embarrassed the young man, but ...... Ah, how to put it, there is a saying in the army, the battlefield is a good place to test whether a person is talking big, because there are only two kinds of people in this place, the lucky or powerful guy is responsible for killing, and the bad luck or no strength guy is responsible for death.

"I see. "The young man picked up the musket, the gun was already equipped with a frame, no need to introduce, the young man was a little familiar with the scope of the gun, after all, some time ago, he used a quadruple mirror smaller than it, this is the 'reward' that the steppe elves have pushed out for their warband to participate in two battles - square ears and pointed ears are very generous to their peers who are willing to save this world of 1 and 0 with them.

"It doesn't look like you've never played it, young man, there are five targets on our range, three hundred yards, five hundred yards, seven hundred yards, nine hundred yards and one thousand hundred yards, and you can try to hit the first three, which is the effective range that the guy in your hand can hit with a normal bullet. The steppe elf with the goggles on his head snapped his fingers, and he motioned for Yang Wenli to follow him.

So in terms of height, some young people standing tall in the flock of chickens followed him and came to the shooting range, and the young people noticed that there were their peers who were testing the gun, but there was not only one field here, and under the leadership of the engineer, Yang Wenli found his own field.

"The first ten shots are for you to play on, you can reset to zero, and then let me know when everything is ready. The engineer said as he took a telescope from the hand of the staff who walked by, and from the appearance it was a big one, it should be one of those high-powered lenses.

The young man tried, first to zero, then to confirm the direction and speed of the wind, and without incident, his first bullet reached the target of five hundred yards, but it hit the outside of the center of the circle.

"Yes, at least it's much more reliable than a guy who doesn't know where the bullet fell. Mr. Engineer nodded.

The young man followed the experience taught by his elders, adjusted the gun again, pushed a bullet into the chamber again, closed the bolt and put it in place, looked at the red dot in the mirror, Yang Wenli did everything he could like a hunter, and then pulled the trigger.

"Ten rings, wow, it looks like your Grand Master is right, you're a genius. Mr. Engineer held up the telescope and exclaimed, "You can try the 700-yard target even farther away, and if you can hit it, I can give you a row of heavy arcane bullets." ”

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"Coming back?" Watching his old friend come back empty-handed, the engineer who was choosing a gun for the new big man raised his eyebrows: "How about that skinny big man." ”

"A genius, he can hit a target of 900 yards without a heavy bullet, you don't know, the old Wabu of the shooting range who was in charge of the shooting range with me at that time looked stupid, he could only hit a target of 700 yards. The older engineer smiled and said, "I have already recommended this young man to our Highness, he is qualified to be on the list of hunters, and I estimate that soon, we will have to make another high-precision musket for him again." ”

"What a lucky guy. An engineer sighed.

Luck, the older engineer shook his head.

In this world, there are only two kinds of people, one is the guy who has his own strength, and the other is the guy who has no strength but still pretends to be powerful.

Obviously, the skinny guy is the former.

If the guy who hits a 1,100-yard target with a heavy bullet and can hit 97 rings with 10 rounds is not the former, then there is probably no one who is not the latter.

If anyone still has doubts about this, then ...... Let the facts do the talking.