Whether it is a greenskin or a Gangese player, they are treated equally in the eyes of demon hunters.

Xu Yichen didn't want to be too extraneous, the idea brother who independently developed gunpowder weapons was not easy to mess with, he had already tasted it.

But the gunpowder weapons equipped by these greenskins made him a little curious, and the centaur mother inadvertently exposed her direction, so Xu Yichen took advantage of the situation.

However, this green-skinned team was the backward part of one of the green-skinned brigades, and after the battle, several other green-skinned teams began to rush this way.

Xu Yichen saw several players lying on the side of the road pretending to be dead, and he didn't bother to pay attention to them, just picked up a few greenskinned guns from the ground.

After glancing around, he hung the long-pole arquebus, powder pouch and bullet pouch from the greenskin captain before leaving with the centaur lady.

During the whole process, the greenskin held his breath and pretended to be dead, making a serious mess, and even Abshek Singh, who was pounced on next door, nodded secretly in his heart.

The survivors who escaped the catastrophe looked at each other, obviously not expecting to encounter such a ruthless stubble when they passed by, leaving no trace of the enemy and the grass behind.

Xu Yichen, who had completed his set goal, was led by Khorgna to walk all the way through the forest and arrived at the bank of the Sem River before dawn.

While the centaur lady went to look for breakfast, Xu Yichen took the time to start checking the gunpowder weapons.

Because she had exposed her location last night, Hona had been very well-behaved all night, and of course she was frightened by the indifference of the Demon Hunter when she was killed.

The 'big guns' that the greenskins were equipped with in large quantities, Xu Yichen took a few glances and threw them into the Sem River, which was simply an iron pipe stuck in a piece of wood.

The projectile is made of lead metal with a diameter of nearly three centimeters, which is not of high purity, and the overall color is black, and it begins to drop slag after a few strokes by hand.

It can kill people entirely by virtue of a large charge, and it is not so much a powder gun as a miniature version of the 'conscienceless cannon' made by the army in the most difficult era of China in the previous life.

The gunpowder used by the greenskins was as inferior as ever, but the progress of the craftsmanship could be seen, and the gunpowder originally found in the warband castle was almost muddy because it was wet and dirty.

It was a miracle that Brother Idea was able to successfully ignite the gunpowder, and I am afraid that it was entirely dependent on faith to succeed.

Now although the purity of the gunpowder in Xu Yichen's hand is still touching, the taste is still the suffocating smell, but it is dry and powdery.

And according to the performance in previous battles, the power of this gunpowder can be used in real combat.

Xu Yichen poured all the gunpowder in the bag into the Sem River, and he didn't dare to use the things produced by the green skin, no matter how reliable they looked.

The green-skinned jewel with the arm blown away was in front of him, and the demon hunter remembered it well.

Throwing away all the greenskin's production, he focused on the spear in his hand.

The workmanship of this arquebus has been significantly improved, although the barrel is still a little rough to the touch of the fingers, but the thickness of the barrel is very uniform.

The whole shape looks very mature, and with the intervention of the player, the aborigines of this world have been on the fast track from the very beginning in the development of gunpowder weapons.

Although direct player interference with technology has been outlawed, and the people's anti-intellectual committees of various countries arrest a group of 'progressives' every month, Pandora's box has been opened.

There is no shortage of intelligent people among the natives, and although most of them have taken the path of no return to mages, there are still a few embarrassed intellectuals with wisdom and no talent who are willing to delve into these things.

The Earth Zone is not mentioned for the time being, but in the Far South, this three-way zone, the hand of the Anti-Intelligence Committee cannot reach out, and the pirate Mama has obtained the real barrel mass manufacturing technology from the player.

This is the product of the beginning.

The purer gunpowder, although not yet granulated, is more than twice as powerful as the gunpowder made by the greenskin.

The diameter of the lead bullets is relatively small, Xu Yichen took out a handful of lead bullets and observed them in his hand, guessing that these lead bullets may have been mass-manufactured using the 'high tower method'.

This gunpowder weapon is more penetrating, and non-magic equipment can barely protect against the piercing damage of this bullet.

The Demon Hunter put the piece of equipment in his storage space, intending to find a safe place to try firing a few more times.

From the fight between cold weapons to the tactical choice of queuing up to shoot, the escalation speed of the war in this world is a bit fast based on Xu Yichen's experience.

Fortunately, at present, this weapon is only in the hands of a few forces.

However, Xu Yichen still seemed to see the supremacy of the transcendent being shaken, and thousands of mortals carrying powder guns, defending their rights and interests with bullets, flames and blood.

Just when Xu Yichen was divergent in his thinking, the scene in his imagination, in the center of France, known as the most beautiful city of Paris, had already begun to be released.

"We are mortals, we are insignificant dust, stepping stones that are never lifted up by the rulers." Boss Pock, who had a smart hairstyle, swept away the style of the small citizens in the past, and said with his eyes in his eyes.

Polke, who had crossed the ocean from the Far South continent, had lost all his fat and was dressed in very modest clothes, and he was standing in a warehouse.

Boss Polk raised the gun in his hand with one hand, and the gunpowder weapons made in the countries of the Old World were exquisitely shaped, and the polished mirror-like reflective butts were inlaid with intricate patterns in metal.

Not even the elves can surpass humans in this regard.

"We are mortals, we are insignificant dust, stepping stones that are never lifted up by the rulers." Hundreds of people raised their guns and whispered to Polk what he had said.

There is no jubilation, no blood boiling, some are just tortured by life, numbing the dead eyes of the people.

"The parasite that is high above must die, because we must live." Boss Polk's hand brushed the barrel of the powder gun as if stroking the power itself: "The transcendent who is high above must die, because we must live." ”

"Because we have to give birth." The mortals below still repeated his words, all dressed differently, but equally scrawny.

"You have to understand the weapon in your hands, it needs to be carefully maintained, just like your loved ones." Poke laid the gun in his hand sideways and carefully disassembled it: "You must remember the method I taught you, so that when that day comes, you will be as prepared as it is." ”

Mortals silently dismantled the guns, wiping various parts with the grease that they were usually reluctant to give to their wives and children.

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