While injecting the frenzy of water into the empty warhead, Ye Gucheng generally stretched out his head and looked at the old sister: "Sister, the barrel of the gun you made this time seems to be shorter than the previous one."

"Well, yes." Ye Luo nodded, and the corners of his lips hooked up a light smile, "The previous one was called a sniper rifle, which is suitable for long-range shooting, and the range is as low as eight hundred meters." And this one, called a machine gun, has the same range as a sniper rifle, but has five ports. ”

Ye Luo did not hesitate at all, he did not hide anything from his precious brother, and even kept away from the firearms that he was best at when he was a major general in the 21st century, and talked to his younger brother Uncle Xu.

Ye Gucheng is really a smart person, for these strange knowledge, he can absorb it quickly, and he can understand it at all.

On the other side, Yan Xi and Bai Qi were still injecting madness into the empty warhead, and Ye Luo saw that his teammates were consuming a lot, so he immediately raised his hand, and each of them sent three thousand second-grade mad spars to replenish their mad energy. Yan Xi, Bai Qi, and Bai Xiaomeng were naturally happy.

Three thousand pieces of second-grade mad spar will definitely not be used, at least half of them can be left. Ye Luo is really generous to them.

Three days later, Ye Luo used the high-grade spiritual materials obtained from the Chains of Thunder, Chains of Fire, Chains of Earth, Chains of Water, and Chains of Wood to make five machine guns. Each machine gun has five bullet holes, which can shoot thunder bullets, fire bullets, earth bullets, water bullets, and wood bullets.

In other words, no matter what attribute the burial crow is facing, as long as they have this machine gun, they can attack indiscriminately and in a wide area.

What about the large number of burial crows? She's built tens of thousands of mad bombs. He drank bullets in front of the beasts and died.

What if the burial crow can fly? The range of a machine gun, but a thousand meters, how high can you fly? Can you still fly out of the sky?

"One for each person."

Ye Luo refined five machine guns and distributed them to his teammates.

"What is this?" Yan Xi held a machine gun in his hand and couldn't put it down.

"This is my newly refined spiritual weapon, a first-order high-grade artifact, and its name is Death." Ye Luo raised his gun and rushed at a stream a thousand meters away, a group of stupid one-horned wood rhinos, and released bullets for more than ten seconds.

The one-horned wood rhinoceros, which is equivalent to the peak of the third-order mad warrior of the human race, does not even have the strength to resist, and after being shot, the hard skin directly bursts apart, the flesh and blood are splashed, and most of the body is destroyed. A group of thirty or forty animals died in an instant.

The one-horned wood rhinoceros is a social animal with rough skin and thick flesh, which is harder than the shell of a turtle.

Thirty or forty one-horned wood rhinos, that is, Yan Xi, a seventh-order mad warrior, had to kill them for an hour or two before they could be completely killed. It would also cost two-thirds of his madness reserves. But you see Ye Luo now, his face is not red and he is not panting, and in a little time of more than ten breaths, he swept away a small unicorn wood rhino group.

I can't accept it if I want to!

"Sure enough, it's the Grim Reaper!"

Yan Xi was amazed, and suddenly felt that the machine gun in his hand was extremely heavy.

"I've seen it all. The Reaper I have refined can fire one hundred and fifty to one hundred and eighty mad energy bombs in one minute. In other words, if the five of us go together, let alone a flock of 30,000 burial crows, a flock of 300,000 burial crows can be completely wiped out in one day! ”