Palengret's ability to keep viruses and bacteria alive in its body until it is needed, it can be released in one go, becoming the ultimate weapon to kill living beings, although the power of the epidemic is greatly reduced, but it is still not to be underestimated.

In addition to the special ability of the plague, the power of Palengrette has also become extremely powerful through the magic blessing of Corolla, and the horns of the ox are also burning with netherworld flames from the land of the dead.

It can be said that after the Great Scalper was necromanized by the Nether Fire, its ontological strength reached the level of a third-level peak transcendent, but its mass lethality was even above that of an ordinary sixth-level transcendent!

Of course, it's still a lot worse than the Lich who easily stirs up the undead scourge, the Beamon who is a tide of desperate beasts, and the dragon who is in dark turmoil.

After solving the source of the plague, Carolon left Li Lao'er's house satisfied, and the five gold Nassau he had promised were also sent by Snow.

The source of the virus has been identified, and now it has become its own people, and if you follow the standard epidemic prevention procedures, you have now entered a state of isolation and counterattack, and completely control it before the outbreak of the plague!

Carolon has this confidence, and she has this ability!

With the "moment of the dead", Murphy was able to fully trust Carolen, and during his own quarantine, Carolon also took on the role of backbone.

And Murphy also enjoyed a long-lost relaxation during the quarantine, although this relief was based on the hard work and increasingly scarce hair volume of Alsace, Marshall and Simon.

On the side of the prisoner of war camp, although many soldiers were isolated, with the erection of the "Vulcan", some prisoners of war who were ready to move also put away their careful thoughts after seeing the terrifying power.

Originally, because the soldiers were quarantined in large numbers, the number of prisoner of war camp guards was limited, and many of them were transferred to other places to set up checkpoints, some conspirators and unwilling transcendents who were locked up in the prisoner of war camp felt that they had found an opportunity, so they began to instigate some prisoners of war to riot together.

Not to mention, let these guys really pull out a team of four or five hundred people to break through from the west gate of the prisoner of war camp, not to mention anything else, if the "Vulcan" is not on the rack, maybe the dozen or so soldiers stationed at the west gate may be brutally killed by these rioting prisoners of war.

It's a pity that these POWs really underestimated Rayburg's unique combat system.

The conspirators believed that it was impossible for these armies to fire at their own barracks with such powerful cannons, and that the soldiers with guns might cause some casualties, but if they got closer, they could be killed by numbers.

As long as they run out, they will be free! The Ersor Mountains are so large that it is absolutely impossible for the enemy to risk a prisoner of war.

But when the eleven barrels of the "Vulcan" were pointed at them and began to roar, they realized that they could be wrong, and that there was an enemy on the other side that was simply impossible to defeat.

"No need for warning! Shoot directly!" shouted the sergeant major on the guard post guarding the door, and the magic circle on the "Vulcan" also slowly drove the rotation of the barrel, and the heavy machine gun bullets as long as the palm of his hand flew out of the muzzle one after another at a rapid speed.

In their opinion, even the demons in the hell, the Beamon in the mountains, the dragons in the forbidden area, and the lichs in the bones of the necromantic realm are probably not as terrifying as the eleven pipes in front of them.

The "Vulcan" angrily poured out its anger on the disobedient, this was the first actual battle since the birth of this big guy, and it took less than a dozen seconds for the spitting tongue of fire to completely defeat the fools in front of him, and he could not raise the slightest idea of confrontation.

The theoretical rate of fire of 5,000 bullets per minute, even if there is some discount in actual combat, it can reach the rate of fire of 3,000 bullets!

The bullets from the heavy machine guns formed a tongue of fire in the air, and anyone who was grazed by it would basically break in two.

There were more than 400 people, and there were about 100 people left in more than ten seconds, and the rest were either dead or disabled, and these people who were not beaten stood straight in place, and the whole person was already scared stupid.

The soldiers in the barracks reacted very quickly, and after more than ten seconds of strafing, the soldiers of the second regiment, who were originally guarding not far from the prisoner of war camp, under the leadership of Commander Roland, mobilized the strength of a battalion to rush to support, in fact, it was support, but the part of the prisoners of war in the riot had lost their combat effectiveness, and they were just going to clean up the battlefield.

The sound of machine guns stopped, and the gates of the prisoner of war camp opened, but this time no one dared to storm the door of death.

Prisoner of war camps are different from prisons, the soldiers are not police, and the prisoner of war camps are controlled by a group of more dangerous guys, so the soldiers have the right to shoot the prisoners of war when they are fired back.

After the fire god strafed, there were about 300 more broken bodies on the ground, blood, internal organs, and stumps and broken arms everywhere, and many people did not die, but only broke their arms or legs, and lay on the ground howling miserably.

Others were cut into two or three by bullets, and fell helplessly to the ground waiting to die, their injuries were too serious, unless a druid or a Potions master of Carolen's level personally intervened, they could only wait for death, and death was a relief for them.

The soldiers did not let the wounded on the ground go alone, but helped them end their suffering with a single shot, and sent them to the god they believed in, and whether God took them in was another matter.

"Get down for me!"

"Get down! or we'll shoot!"

"Damn it, a bunch of white-eyed wolves! should be thrown into the Ersor Mountains to feed the monsters!"

The soldiers smashed the butts of their rifles on the enemies who were still stunned, and directly smashed them to the ground, staring at them viciously.

Eat and drink well every day for them, and don't want to be grateful to Dade and not say it, but he still plans to rebel? Ah no, rebel again?

This made the soldiers angry and a little puzzled at the same time, isn't the food in Lemlos Fort not delicious? Every morning, there are big meat buns to eat, and the food supply level is even on par with the soldiers in the barracks.

"Tie me all these guys! Bring them to me! I'll interrogate them on the spot!" Commander Roland was very indignant, and walked directly to the rioters who had not been killed or maimed by bullets, and took his revolver that symbolized his status.

"Say! Why riot!"