Take the Empire To the Other World

"Fuck it, there are more than 8,000 magic stones. The compensation given by this female ghost Xiaoqian is too amazing. Where did she get so many magic stones?"

Wang Ziming became excited when he saw that the virtual currency column in the personal panel was fixed at 21666 gold and 66 silver.

This wave is a big profit!

The few people who died from eliminating the iron zombies are not worth more than 8,000 magic stones at all!

It is not easy to convert between soul power gains and soldiers hired by magic stones, but this kind of battle to directly obtain magic stones can directly compare gains and losses.

Obviously, the loss of more than 20 Swedish pistol cavalry and more than 1,000 senior Swedish town militiamen is only a fraction of this harvest!

Wang Ziming knew that the reason why the female ghost Xiaoqian gave so many magic stones this time was because the soul fire of the fourth-order iron zombie was of high quality, and she enjoyed it very much.

Secondly, she promised the soul essence she proposed but didn't get it. She felt guilty and collected an extra batch of magic stones and gave them to Wang Ziming.

However, what Wang Ziming cares most about is the female ghost Xiaoqian's ability to collect magic stones!

If you can control the female ghost Xiaoqian in your hands, wouldn't it be equivalent to owning a magic stone cash machine?

The magic stone is of no use to spirit bodies, but it is indeed a resource for war for Wang Ziming!

If there were infinite magic stone resources, even with an army composed of mercenaries from the French Empire in the current total war game scene, Wang Ziming would dare to challenge the Purple Dragon Federation!

The premise is to ensure the safety of your own life...

Now Wang Ziming has arranged Xue Rengui, the only 5th-level younger brother, as his personal bodyguard. Except for going to the toilet and sleeping, he will not leave his body more than 5 meters away!

Of course, Wang Ziming only dared to think about manipulating the fifth-order ghost Xiaoqian in his heart.

At noon on January 26th, Wang Le was having lunch with 18 senior Swedish swordsmen under a shady tree. Ordinary people in this world usually only eat two meals, but Wang Le was born in a small noble family, so he was also a nobleman after all. As a slave born in the family, he can naturally enjoy the same three meals a day as the nobles.

From this point of view, the life treatment of being a slave to the federal nobles is much better than that of ordinary people, at least there is no need to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

As for those professionals, they eat more than ordinary people, so they naturally eat three meals a day.

"It's finally over, the young master and I are finally free again, and I don't know how the young master has been living in the Devil's Mountain Range these days."

Wang Le said to himself with a worried expression.

During this period of time running around in Reese City, Wang Le's understanding of the Devil's Mountain Range has been further improved, and he also understands why the bank staff conducted strict scrutiny when applying for a loan in the first place, even though the amount was not large.

Devil Mountain is really not a place where people can stay!

"Hey bro, where are you from?"

"Sorry, this is my privacy, no comment."

The senior Swedish swordsman who was asked by Wang Le replied blankly.

Wang Le didn't feel discouraged either. In fact, this was the nth time he asked where the mercenaries around him came from. Of course, no one answered him.

Wang Ziming is not here, these mercenaries in different spaces don't even bother to say perfunctory...

This guy Wang Le is thick-skinned enough, only when he is interested or bored, he will inquire about it, because Wang Le found that these cold, strong men who are full of evil spirits will not be impatient because of their inquiries.

"Brother, I don't want to inquire about your privacy, tell me what you can say."

The bored Wang Le sat down beside him and said with a smile.

However, as soon as Wang Le sat down firmly, he felt a hot viscous liquid splash on his face. Wang Le looked blankly at the senior Swedish swordsman next to him. A bullet hole crashed to the ground!

Until then, Wang Le heard gunshots!

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen senior Swedish swordsmen around were knocked down one after another before they could draw their swords, even though the armor on the senior Swedish swordsmen did not leave their bodies at all!

Wang Le looked around, only he was still sitting, so Wang Le simply closed his eyes, kicked his legs and lay on his back...

"Huh? Who the hell killed the target?!"

On the other side, a strong man with a binoculars in his hand roared angrily when he saw Wang Le fall down.

The gunmen ambushing around raised their heads and looked at each other blankly. They are all professional gunmen in the federal army, and they are serious third-level professional gunmen. It can be said that it is impossible to kill someone within the effective range. Injured by accident, who the hell dares to kill the target?

"Captain, we..."

"Damn it, it's called the master, we are not soldiers now, we are bandits!

Bandit, how many times do I have to repeat it before you can remember it! "

"Yes, the team... the boss!"

The strong man nodded fiercely, but he acted in his true colors, full of gangster aura...

"What did you just say?"

"Boss, we can't hit the wrong person, and I just saw that the fallen target didn't shoot blood, he should be pretending to be dead..."

The strong man who was called the head of the family was slightly startled, then he spit on the ground, stood up, gestured to the back, and walked forward without saying a word.

Immediately behind this 'big boss' stood up hundreds of 'bandits' dressed in messy civilian clothes.

It's just that these bandits are so disciplined, they can walk out of a long row unconsciously while walking!

The dozen or so Tier 3 gunmen before were still lying on the ground without moving, continuing to aim around the target like snipers.

The head of the family walked over with hundreds of people in a mighty manner, and at the same time pulled out the federal officer's revolver from his waist, and pressed the safety.

The federal-style officer's revolver can hold six bullets at a time. It can be called a close-combat artifact and has always been loved by federal soldiers.

It's a pity that the power and range of the revolver are not satisfactory, and it can only be used as a self-defense weapon. It is far inferior to the Longzheng rifle on the battlefield.

Even when encountering intermediate and high-level demonized creatures, the revolver can't even break the defense, let alone kill them!

The design of the revolver in pursuit of the rate of fire reduces the penetrating power of the bullet. For humans and even heavy armored humans, this reduction in power is not a big deal. It is one shot with two holes, but it is used to deal with rough skin and thick flesh. A demonized creature that can heal itself is embarrassing...

This is also the reason why the revolver is only used as an officer's self-defense weapon in the federal army.

Although the hundreds of people behind the head were dressed in messy clothes, like a group of real bandits, their weapons and equipment were enough to envy all the outlaws in the entire Rees City area!

Not to mention all the regular federal army standard muskets, don't even wear grenades on your waist!

This is an individual weapon that is more strictly controlled than the Longzheng rifle!