"I love to eat foot skin" shouted and scolded loudly in the communication channel, and the reason is very simple, because this is indeed outrageous.

If the previous tribal warriors and 'Zhang Jialing soldiers' were just numerical monsters, although difficult to fight but indeed challenging and interesting, then these heavy armor soldiers with names full of question marks are purely malicious.

"Don't worry, don't worry, maybe there are other mechanisms, don't be in a hurry to scold first." At this time, the captain of the team of [I Love to Eat Foot Skin], who was also burping, was not as emotional as Foot Skin.

He comforted his feet, and then began to carefully observe the situation on the battlefield.

"I think this emergency should be a cutscene, otherwise it would be impossible for the system not to release an urgent mission in advance. These enemies are obviously much higher in level than those of us who are new players, and we can only be lambs to the slaughter. Footskin said, observing the situation on the battlefield.

While observing, his mouth was not idle, and continued: "So, I think this should be just a simple plot demonstration, so that we players can participate in it and appreciate the real extraordinary force in this world, after all, this is a fantasy game." ”

"Besides, we've been playing this game for half a year, but we're still playing the real one, what kind of steelmaking, mining, farming, and the things in those promotional videos, except for the tribal barbarians, we haven't seen any of them yet."

"So, you don't have to...... I ??? grass Just as God will be God and Man comforting the skin of his feet, suddenly, he stopped talking and let out an exclamation.

"What's wrong?" Footskin asked, and then he turned his gaze to the battlefield as well.

There was no need for God to explain anything, and his eyes widened in an instant:

"Fuck, these guys are going to use our weapons????"

"Hey, these dwarves, can they actually make up such a thing" Marlin didn't contribute much in this battle, except for blowing up a field cannon, the rest of the time was basically observing this group of goblins.

Coming off his horse and walking through the trenches dug by the goblins, Marin was holding a bolt-action rifle from the dead goblin's hand in his hand, looking over and over again, even though he had seen it when he was in the castle before.

Beside him were the two squad leaders of his team, Faria and Mokla.

He sighed as he repeatedly observed the bolt-action rifle in his hand, which he was very familiar with, skillfully pulling the bolt, retracting, loading, and raising the gun to aim.

"Knock knock! Knock knock!! ”

At this moment, it had been a minute and twenty seconds since Marin's Iron Horse Cavalry had officially broken through to the outlying position of Sicitl Village.

Faria was carrying a heavy machine gun from the goblin machine gun position, expertly checking the condition of the gun, then loading the bullet chain, pulling the bolt, and firing at the goblins that were still alive inside and outside the trench.

The heavy machine gun made a rhythmic sound in her hands, like the muffled sound of a hammer, accompanied by orange flames, and each shot of her sent a goblin of flesh flying and stumps of flesh and limbs. Its accuracy when lifting the hip shot is comparable to that of aiming.

It looked decent, but in fact the movements were very non-standard, because it was the first time he had touched such an old thing, this old bolt-action rifle, and he had never used a live ammunition weapon before.

In terms of movement, he was not at all as skilled as Faria next to him.

"Say, where did they get these weapons?" After observing for a while, Marin raised his head, looked at the other cavalry squad leader Mokla who was guarding him, and asked.

"Uh...... Rub it out yourself, right? After all...... It's too backward to buy, and besides, no one is going to sell it to goblins, right? After looking at the weapon in Marin's hand for a while, Mokra also had a puzzled look on his face, although he couldn't see it while wearing a helmet.

After listening to Mokla's answer, Marin was furious and noncommittal.

"Keep killing, kill a large number of these goblins, and then find out their leader, and then we'll know."

"Yes, Captain."

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Senior player, before playing "Ten Thousand Years", was also a well-known Internet celebrity on the Internet, but after playing "Fifty Thousand Years", he became a technical streamer, and the traffic rose to the flying player [Winter Melon Boy], at this moment, he himself was opening up the distance between himself and the group of knights who had rushed into the trench at a very fast speed, and then raised his gun to aim.

'Bang! ’

With a gunshot rang out, bullets flew out of the chamber of the [Winter Melon Boy], and in the time that suddenly slowed down for some reason, at a slow speed, flew towards the knight's dark blue eyepiece that was standing on top of the trench, carrying a machine gun snatched from the player's machine gun position, and constantly strafing.

The knight continued to strafe until the 12.7x108mm anti-materiel rifle bullet, with its high-speed spinning, flying bullet, landed accurately on the opponent's eyepiece.

"Yikes! Good! Medium mile! ”

The moment the bullet hit, [Winter Melon Boy] suddenly felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and then, he discovered another thing.

That is, even in the state of bullet time at this moment, he still did not see when the knight, who was still shooting at him from the side, turned around and faced him.

On his dark blue eyepiece, [Winter Melon Boy] didn't see any cracks or holes, not even a single scratch.

But [Winter Melon Boy] can be sure, and even swear, that the bullet hit the opponent's eyepiece accurately.

Because, he could also see, beside the knight's helmet, the bullet that was flying in the air to the other side, violently deformed by the impact.

It was a rifle bullet fired from this anti-materiel rifle in his hand.

Then, in fact, the same 12.7 caliber heavy machine gun in his hand lit up, and the projectile of the same specification was released from the muzzle of the gun at an initial velocity of 900 meters, and then slammed steadily into his small, green goblin head.

Time returned to its normal speed at this moment, and the long sound of being dragged down reverted to a brief whistling, and the bullets ejecting from the muzzle of the gun were not visible to the naked eye.

Three large-caliber machine gun bullets hit [Winter Melon Boy] on the head almost at the same time, sending him flying straight away, and the body fell to the ground like a broken sack.

The brain's advanced activity had long since ceased, and only the remaining nerve reflexes caused the corpse to twitch a few times from time to time.

(End of chapter)