After a lot of twists and turns, the female samurai successfully replaced the image of the Iron Overlord in the fart spirit with her own image. Seriously, after removing the height, the difference between the two is not very big, so these ass quickly adapt to their new identity - the slave who mines for the little shrimp boss.

It seems that the system thinks it's a great thing that they've driven out a greenskinned tribe, so today's surprise isn't over. Relying on his superior sense of smell, the demon hunter permeated the stench of the entire camp, smelled a different smell, followed his sense of smell, Xu Yichen quickly found what he was looking for in a green-skinned hut.

It was a wooden house, and the greenskins rudely built it out of logs. In one corner of the room, crude black powder, or what looked like black powder, was piled up like a hill, and a rudimentary iron shelf seemed to serve as a workbench, on which a dozen iron pipes of various thicknesses were discarded haphazardly.

The Demon Hunter was convinced that this was the place where the Greenskins had made their gunpowder weapons. He carefully closed the door, Xu Yichen didn't want to end up with that green skin, he wouldn't open this room full of gunpowder until the castle was completely cleaned up. Perhaps, you can give this thing to the dwarves? Maybe he could improve some of the process and make it human-friendly.

Now that these greenskins have already concocted this gunpowder weapon, I'm afraid that other forces have already begun to study this kind of thing, right? Xu Yichen didn't believe that the system would allow this race, which could already fight and give birth, to point out a unique technology tree. Moreover, looking at the structure of this thing, it is a very mature front-loading smoothbore gun structure, if it weren't for the green-skinned gunpowder stuffed with half of the barrel, and the muzzle of the gun blocked with a torch, I'm afraid I would have tasted the power of gunpowder.

Demon hunters feel that the war mode in the game world is about to change, this simple structure of weapons does not require training, nor too complex technology, can play the best in the hands of ordinary people, the model of the professional is the king of the battle city is about to become a thing of the past.

Just as the Demon Hunter feared, thousands of miles away, in the land that had been made by others as Seris, two Loess players stood in front of a group of Native soldiers.

These Aboriginal soldiers, who also had black hair and black eyes, were not professionals, they were all locally selected sons of their families and had undergone a year-long military training. At this time, these people stood neatly in three rows, no matter from which angle, they were all flawless and neat formations, full of the beauty of order.

Unlike the traditional dress of the Song Empire, these soldiers, known as the New Army, wore tailored black uniforms, with modern necklines and cuffs that made them look extra energetic when they moved. A black leather coat with a slight corsetic effect helps them resist the cold outside.

"Isn't it a little too rushed?" A player dressed similarly to the soldiers, but with more elaborate costumes and more elaborate patterns, frowned and looked at the other player, "The training of these new armies has not been completed, and without the command of the drumbeat, there is no way to even complete a salvo!" ”

The other player was dressed in heavy black armor, and the design of various inclined planes made this thing look extremely thick and full of technology, he held his helmet in his hand, and replied helplessly: "No way, the above is urgent, you still have three days at most for them to get used to the weapon in their hands, the hairs in the north are about to be pushed back to the Ural Mountains by the green skins, we must strengthen the defense line of the Altai Mountains." ”

As the commander of the new army, the player who spoke before stomped his feet so hard that even the stone ground was stepped out of a footprint, and he shouted, "What are you waiting for!" Hurry up and train, before dinner today, all, must complete a hundred salvos! ”

"Yes! My lord! The flag-bearer at the head of each row replied loudly, and then gave a loud order to the war drummer: "Beat the drum once!" ”

To the rhythmic beating of the war drums, a new order was given: "Beat the drum once!" Reload the potion! Compacting potions! ”

Under the command of the drumbeat, the new army of aborigines took out their potion jars and poured 'potions' into the brand-new rifles in their hands, and many people were still whispering: "Ancestors and ancestors, bless me to succeed!" ”

"Beat the drum twice! Reload the projectile! Reload primers! The commander's orders echoed in the ranks, and as the rhythm of the drums increased, some of the Forces nouvelles began to sweat, tremble, and make mistakes in their movements.

But the military order was like iron, and new orders followed: "Beat the drum three times!" Light the Divine Fire! Praise all the wit! ”

Most of the new army of aborigines had completed the previous steps, lit their own fireropes at the sound of the command, and shouted along with the officers: "Praise all the wit!" ”

Bang! Bang! Phew! A flurry of gunfire, accompanied by billowing smoke, blocked the soldiers' sight, but this salvo did not satisfy the commander. The Chaos Cultists, who had been trapped as targets, fell in pieces, and the rest of the people were scared a little more insane, if not dead.

"Do we have to come up with this tactic of lining up to shoot? And come up with such a stupid slogan, don't you feel a little embarrassed by the style of painting? The black-armored warrior complained a little painfully, and at the same time puffed up a breath to blow away the black smoke that drifted over, and the huge lung capacity almost brought a breeze: "Do you say that the people above simply like this kind of romance of queuing up to be shot, so that we train like this?" ”

"Seriously, this can barely hit its target accurately, and that's the best tactic, at least it's been proven by history. If we don't use this kind of slogan, should we still open a cultural education class to explain the principle of gunpowder to them? The player in black leather said, "You know we can't continue to develop better bullets and guns, and if it weren't for the brains of the EU, we wouldn't be in such a predicament!" ”

The black-armored player whispered: "Have you heard, since the EU drummed out the musket last year, it didn't take less than a month for the chaos to be installed on a large scale, and now even the greenskins have begun to play with powder guns, hehe!" Those religious lunatics didn't take advantage of it at all, and a while ago a few warbands wanted to upgrade the tech tree, but fortunately they were stopped by others. In order to prevent them from continuing to do this in the future, the United Nations plans to remove a group of gendarmes from various countries and go there to form a people's anti-intellectual committee. ”