There is not much living creature to be seen on the barren plains.

A demonized rat stood on the dirt slope, looked into the distance, as if sensing something, its body trembled, and hurriedly burrowed into the ground.

A team came from a distance.

Soon, their faces were revealed, and some orcs with cat ears and tails, who had been hiding in the corners, wishing that anyone could not find them, were now swaggering across the land.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, a demon hunting spider hidden in the shadows was hit, drew an arc, and fell directly to the ground.

A cat woman gasped, calmed down, and quickly touched the gun in her hand, with no hidden love and excitement in her eyes.

Gun.

This is a weapon that the abyss does not have.

Compared to slicing through the enemy's body with knives, the appearance of guns greatly reduced the danger of the clansmen in close combat, and one hundred and fifty men, each wearing a transported insect carapace, was covered with blades, and carried a hot weapon full of bullets in his hands.

Fight all the way.

Faith is so simple that Fura still feels like a dream, and even after demonstrating the effects of the guns, the people are eager to try it.

After a brief trimming, a squad of one hundred and fifty men set out on a path of revenge.

Confidence comes from weapons.

The advent of guns has given the people an unprecedented sense of security.

Fura walked aside, and without even her help, its people began to creep from tiptoeing to taking the initiative.

A demon hunting spider died on the ground.

Fura glanced at the corpses on the ground and found nothing of value, so she quickly continued on her way forward.

After walking a distance like this.

Visible footprints began to appear on the ground, indicating that there were more creatures moving nearby, and Fura stopped abruptly, then waved her hand to signal people to follow her.

The view is ahead.

In the dim sky, a set up camp appeared in front of her eyes.

Kobold camp.

Kobolds wear red and orange shirts, mouse-like tails, and their language sounds like the barking of puppies, which make them often considered clowns. It would be a fatal mistake not to take them seriously, as kobolds compensate for their shortcomings in size and strength with brutality and stubbornness.

Despite their small stature and lack of individual strength, they are actually a very dangerous creature.

The average kobold uses hand-to-hand combat. Kobolds, like lizards, are oviparous, and are 3 feet (nearly a meter) tall as adults, with scaly skins that range in color from dark rust to pale black, and smell like a soaked dog or a pool of stagnant water. Its eyes resemble two bright red fires, with 60 feet of infrared vision, which is affected in bright sunlight. The two small horns on the top of the head can be anything from white to tan. Kobolds speak their own language, with 75% speaking orc and goblin languages.

They often take advantage of their numerical superiority or use a variety of simple tricks in battle. Kobolds especially hate gnomes and will attack any gnomes within line of sight, but will think twice before attacking humans, elves, and dwarves, and will only attack at least twice as many as they are. They hurled javelins and spears at the enemy, only approaching when they were sure they were weakened. Kobolds also hate spellcasters, targeting them at every opportunity.

This small race is also happy to set traps filled with spikes, crossbows, or other mechanical types. There are also usually observation windows and killer chambers near the traps. This way, they can throw oil, shoot weapons, or drop poisonous bugs on the guy who falls into the trap. Kobolds were armed with maces, axes, javelins, daggers, and spears, and their shields were rarely made of metal, mostly made of wood or wicker. Its leaders and guards were better armed.

It can be said that kobold people will not have any burden in their hearts, let alone the so-called openness, for them, as long as they can kill the enemy, then no matter what method is used, it is acceptable.

This is a kobold camp with a population of between 600 and 700, and the personnel are similar to those of the cat people, but usually, they are not often suppressed by the other side.

Why?

Kobolds are a very complex race, in the face of the strong, they grovel, and in the face of the weak, they are tyrannical and cruel, there is no doubt that the cat people are a soft persimmon in their eyes.

Maybe it has something to do with genes, even a kobold who is only a few years old, at a very early age, fights with his father, and killing is as easy as drinking water for them.

In the vicinity, there are three kobold camps, and here, without a doubt, the weakest one, Fura's goal is to train and familiarize herself, starting with a weaker stronghold, which will greatly increase the chances of success.

There is nothing to hesitate about.

Fura narrowed her eyes and pointed her gun at a kobold standing guard, her fingers pressed down until she heard a sound.

"Bang!"

The kobold let out a scream, the nearby guards were alarmed, and the camp let out some long beeps, apparently trying to take precautions.

"Woo ......"

In the face of Fura's surprise attack, the kobold's first reaction is not to surround the enemy, but to let out a roar and summon his companions.

After all, his own clansman died too bizarrely, and there were no arrows on his face, but as if he had been hit by a stone, half of his face was shattered.

Several kobolds stood on the tower, as if looking for a hiding place for the enemy, a few pairs of eyes, constantly peering into the grass.

Fura raised her hand, aimed the barrel at the reinforcements, and pressed the trigger in the same way, this time, the opponent's head exploded.

Panic boiled.

Unbeknownst to them, the two companions died in this way, which caused the kobolds to become irritable, and they vowed to kill the abominable Xiaoxiao.

"Crunch ......"

The door opened, and a group of murderous kobolds came out of it, and when they were counted, there were hundreds.

These kobolds are the elite of the camp, and once they are taken, then half of this stronghold will be mastered.

"It's finally here."

Fura looked at all this in front of her, perhaps because she had been by Chen Feng's side for a while, and in this case, the corners of her mouth unconsciously grinned.

"Let's get started."

With a command, the soldiers took out their guns and aimed them at the enemy, and even more so, people unbuttoned their clothes, and a few high-explosive grenades hung on their chests looked a little dazzling.

It won't be long before these kobolds understand what true despair is!

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