"To be honest, why has it been hundreds of years since the first open era, the muskets we use in the game on weekdays are worse than the ones we use in the deputy now, look at the shotgun in Zhao Tiancheng's hand, six rounds of magazine feeding, semi-automatic, the 12-gauge shotgun is filled with twenty rounds of blessed lead bullets, and one shot can teach high-level black warriors how to behave. As a spearhead, the dwarf walking on the street complained to Lynch behind him, keeping an eye on the path under his feet.

"If we don't change it like this, by the time of the fifth open era, we will have to wear power armor, hold an electromagnetic assault rifle and a high-circumference force sword. Lynch held a shotgun in his left hand, and carefully cared for the small half of the cigarette butt in his mouth with his right hand - from the beginning, it began to rain lightly, in order not to let this military supplies that claim that every millimeter of tobacco is equal to a gold coin be wasted, Lynch had to block the rain with his hands, and tried to suck the remaining two puffs into his mouth, spit out the cigarette mouthpiece, Lynch stepped over a stone that fell from the house next to him: "To be honest, that would be too unfair to the goblins, bear goblins, and fart spirits." ”

"Lynch, you're so cold with that joke. Lynch was followed by the priest, who held a shield over his chest in his right hand and a short axe in his left hand: "To be honest, I always have a lot of respect for the players of the first Open Era, because they changed the world, and we can only experience stories that will never happen in our time through dungeons like Guò." ”

"This kind of story is still good to experience in the dungeon, isn't there a proverb in those NPC immortals, people who don't miss the gray era have no conscience, and people who want to return to the gray era have no brains. Lynch said here to straighten the steel helmet on his head - this kind of military equipment that will never cut corners needs to be built by hand in the Fifth Open Era, shotguns need to gain prestige to have blueprints to make them, and even those special ammunition, heavy barrels and high-precision long barrels need to be done. And in the army of the first open era of that year, this qiē was enough.

But Lynch still didn't want to encounter the evil of the Dark Ages again...... Because of this kind of evil thing, Lynch has seen it once in reality, and the second open era is because the Tershan Scout Fleet has encountered a nest of bugs in another river system that is enslaving other races and attacking the surviving races, in their world. Adults are used as breeding animals and food, while young are regarded as high-end food and parasitic products.

So the war began, and the earthlings who vowed to wipe out the evil bugs in the entire multiverse together with their allies killed the nest of bugs, and the more than ten races that were liberated now joined the Lonxi family as a large alliance civilization.

As a member of the armored assault troops, Lynch was fortunate to fight the entire war, and for a veteran like him, he really saw what hell was called, so Lynch, who returned to society after the war, had some difficulty accepting ordinary life, and the battles in the game were for him. Sometimes it's a soothing state of mind.

"That's right, people who don't miss the gray era have no conscience, and people who want to go back to the gray era have no brains, and the same is true for our generation of players, we can miss the legendary gray era, everyone fought hard to drive the undead out of this plane, but no one wants to experience the gray age again. The dwarf turned around at this time and sighed, "My grandfather was a player in the first open era, and he said that at the beginning, every time it was launched. You will feel like you have entered a nightmare, a nightmare full of despair and death. Gradually, he found that he could not really sleep without facing such despair and death, because he vowed to drive despair and death away from this continent together with countless companions who feared despair and death as much as himself...... In the end, they did. ”

"That's what my little uncle said. He said that he was only twelve years old when he entered the game, and that he was following a group of players who were more than a round older than him, all the way from Mogus to Ashubi, and that he was a big boy at the end of the war, and a group of people sat in what is now Ashupi's Victory Square and wept. Paro laughed at this, "My aunt is what he got in the game." A little aunt from the Garol, you don't know how ugly my mother and other aunts are at every family dinner, and how bad they are in the kitchen. ”

"It was a legendary time, and I wish we could have had this kind of battle that will last forever. The mage behind Paro said in a very wistful tone.

"I wish we could meet? Stop making a fuss, little ghost, war is not a fun thing, and I don't want this beautiful world to be rekindled. Lynch glanced at the mage, such young people always did not understand how terrible war was, and for young people like them who had not seen it with their own eyes, war was more like a copy of the game in this game.

Forget it, Lynch asked himself if he was past the age of teaching a lesson, what the young people think, let the young people experience it for themselves, just like the Prince Lu said at the demobilization conference of the federal army after the end of the Second Human Insect War, "The war is over, our generation has fulfilled the responsibility and meaning of being a warrior, maybe there will be wars that we need to fight in the future, but now let's enjoy peace and happiness." ’

"Lynch, why don't you educate the young about what war is. Someone at the back of the line asked with a smile.

In this regard, Lynch snorted: "How you love war is your business, how you want to experience war is also your own business, I am not your mother, why bother to educate you every time you tease." ”

The whole team burst into laughter, because it was the dwarf Lao Luo, who laughed out of breath, and then snapped to his knees, and after about half a second, the gunshot rang out, and at this time the dwarf Lao Luo had fallen into the rain without saying a word.

When Lao Luo knelt down, Lynch had already pushed the priest behind him into the ruins, and then pounced directly behind a wall: "Undead Hunter! Hidden! Lao Luo has been shot!"

Players on both sides of the street, both steppe elves and humans, found a place to hide, and the commander of the steppe elves, Hasta Tozers, took a mirror from his bag, took the bayonet from his teammate's hand, and then reached out and pulled out the gum from the mouth of the team member next to him, organically combining the three, and then poked it out of cover: "Clock tower at the end of the street! ”

"If that's not wrong, it's at least three hundred and ninety yards from us. Paro poked his head out of the corner of the wall and glanced at it, and immediately retracted it: "I'm cāo, on the other side is the great power of the Bone Hunter in the First Open Era, the first hit on a rainy day, or close to four hundred yards away, can you hang like this!"

"God knows! Across the road! Can any of you take a look at my teammates! Is he still moving?" Lynch shouted across the road.

"He's moving!" replied from across the road, causing Lynch to hold down the priest next to him, "What do you want to do!"

"I'm going to save Lao Luo!" replied as the priest shouted, "Give me the Stone Skin Technique!

"Then your skull will be blown off by an anti-spell inscription bullet, hurry up and hide from you fool!You are the only reliable priest in our squadron who can do surgery!" Palo, as the most reliable hunter in the team, immediately shouted: "Lynch, for God's sake, stop this fool!"

"I know! Don't move!" Lynch pushed the priest back into hiding again, and then shouted at Lao Luo, "Lao Luo, can you answer!"

There was no answer, but the steppe elf on the other side of the road gave an answer: "The dwarf turned over and looked at us sideways, and he pointed to his chest, and I saw that there was still bleeding in that place." ”

"The bullet has entered Lao Luo's lungs!" Lynch immediately understood what Lao Luo was trying to say: "! The dwarf's chest is too thick laterally! The bullet didn't penetrate it!"

"Damn, such a serious injury, if you don't treat Lao Luo in time, you'll die!" Paro poked his head out of the corner again and glanced at it: "Lao Luo, don't move! Don't let the bone hunter on the other side give you another reason to shoot!"

"What are we going to do!Old Luo has been shot!Paro, can you take care of the chasseurs on the other side!" Lynch roared.

"It's too far! I said my guy in my hand is not good! I can't reach it!" Palo immediately roared back.

Then Lynch heard the screams coming from all around, and as the commander, he turned around and killed the ghoul who had climbed the ruins: "The undead have touched it!"

Suddenly there was a burst of gunfire in the streets of the enemy, and after firing the bullets in his rifle in one go, Lynch pulled out a single musket from his waist and smashed the head of the demon that appeared on the ruins, and then heard the screams of the steppe elves coming from across the street.

Turning around, Lynch gasped - a banshee with a soaked corpse floating in the middle of the road, its skull exposed in front of its head, and a long tongue being pulled out of Hasta Tozers's neck, the energetic steppe elf commander was clearly dead by this time.

"Demon spirit! She's going to perform the banshee's howl!!" The steppe elves are facing the attack of the demons, and the few free steppe elves have been facing the outside, and no one is holding fire at this banshee, looking at this one who took a deep breath, Lynch dropped the single-shot musket that had been shot in his hand, stood up and rushed towards the banshee, and at the same time pulled the pull ring of the two silver-seeping grenades on his chest, and at the same time opened the warrior's iron will- For the next three rounds, the player's character's actions will not be interrupted by any non-crush damage.

In the next second, the bullet passed through his chest, and Lynch, who was staggering, used his last strength to grab the demon spirit and threw it to the ground, facing the thick long tongue that was about to wrap around his face, feeling the slimy touch, Lynch swore never to play any tongue kisses again.

Is...... It's disgusting. (To be continued......)