The Game of Demon Hunter

Whether they are green skins or Ganges players, they are all treated equally in the eyes of demon hunters.

Xu Yichen didn't want to make too much trouble, the idea of ​​self-developed gunpowder weapons is not easy to mess with, he has already tried it.

But the gunpowder weapons equipped by this group of green skins made him a little curious, and the centaur girl inadvertently exposed her direction, so Xu Yichen took advantage of the situation.

However, this greenskin team was a backward part of a certain greenskin team. After the battle broke out, several other greenskin teams began to rush this way.

Xu Yichen saw several players lying on the side of the road pretending to be dead, so he didn't bother to care about them, he just picked up a few big guns of the green skins from the ground.

After scanning around, he hung the long matchlock gun, gunpowder pouch and bullet pouch on his body again, and then left with the centaur girl.

During the whole process, the green skin held its breath and pretended to be dead, seriously messed up, and even Abhishek Singh, who was next door, nodded secretly in his heart.

The survivors who had survived the catastrophe looked at each other in blank dismay, obviously they did not expect to encounter such a ruthless stubble when they passed by, and no grass was left behind regardless of enemy or friend.

Xu Yichen, who had completed his intended goal, walked through the forest all the way under the leadership of Hauerna, and arrived at the bank of the Sem River before dawn.

While the centaur was looking for breakfast, Xu Yichen took the time to check the gunpowder weapons.

Because she exposed her position last night, Hauerna appeared very well-behaved all night, and of course it could not be ruled out that she was frightened by the indifference of the witcher when she killed her.

Xu Yichen took a few glances at the 'big bang guns' equipped by the green skins and threw them into the Sem River. This thing is simply an iron pipe stuck on a piece of wood.

The projectile is made of lead metal with a diameter of nearly three centimeters, the purity is not high, the overall color is black, and the slag will start to fall off after a few casual hands.

The ability to kill people is entirely due to the large charge. Rather than saying that it is a gunpowder gun, this thing is more like a miniature version of the "unconscionable cannon" made by the army in the most difficult era in China in the previous life.

The gunpowder used by the greenskins was as bad as ever, but the progress of the craftsmanship could be seen. The gunpowder originally found in the warband castle was almost muddy because of the damp and dirty.

At that time, it was a miracle that Brother Dianzi could successfully ignite the gunpowder. I am afraid that he succeeded entirely by relying on faith.

Although the purity of the gunpowder in Xu Yichen's hand is still impressive, and the smell is still that suffocating smell, but it is dry and powdery.

And according to the performance in previous battles, the power of this gunpowder can be used in actual combat.

Xu Yichen poured all the gunpowder in the bag into the Sem River. No matter how reliable the green skin products looked, he didn't dare to use them.

The green leather jewel whose arm was blown off was in front, and the witcher still remembered it clearly.

Throwing away all the things produced by the green skins, he focused on the spear in his hand.

The workmanship of this matchlock gun has been significantly improved. Although the inside of the barrel is still a little rough to the touch with fingers, the thickness of the barrel is very uniform.

The whole shape looks very mature. Under the interference of the players, the aborigines of this world have been on the fast track in the development of gunpowder weapons from the very beginning.

Although players' direct interference with technology has been listed as an illegal act, and the people's anti-intellectual committees in various countries arrest a group of "progressives" every month, but Pandora's magic box has been opened.

There is no shortage of smart people among the aborigines. Although most of them have taken the path of no return to the mages, there are still a few embarrassing intellectuals who are wise but not talented and willing to delve into these things.

Let’s not mention the Earth region for now, but in the Far South, the anti-intellectual committee’s hand can’t reach out in this three-way zone. Pirate Mama has obtained the real mass-manufacturing technology for gun barrels from players.

This is the early product.

Although the gunpowder with higher purity has not yet been granulated, its power is more than double that of the gunpowder made by green skins.

The lead bullets are relatively small in diameter, so Xu Yichen took out a handful of lead bullets and observed them in his hand, guessing that these lead bullets might have been manufactured in batches using the 'high tower method'.

This kind of gunpowder weapon is more penetrating, and non-magic equipment can hardly protect against the penetrating damage of this bullet.

The witcher put this piece of equipment into his storage space, intending to find a safe place to test fire a few more times.

From the fighting between cold weapons to the tactical choice of queuing up to shoot, the escalation speed of this world war is a bit fast if Xu Yichen's experience is used.

Fortunately, this weapon is currently only in the hands of a few forces.

However, Xu Yichen still seemed to see the supremacy of the supernatural being shaken. Thousands of mortals carried gunpowder guns and defended their rights with bullets, flames and blood.

Just when Xu Yichen's thoughts diverged, the scene he imagined, in the center of France, known as the most beautiful city of Paris, had already begun to be shown.

"We are mortals, we are insignificant dust, stepping stones that are never mentioned by the rulers." Boss Pok, with a neat haircut, swept away the former petty bourgeois look, and said with eyes full of spirit.

Polk, who traveled across the ocean from the Far South Continent, has lost all his fat and is wearing very decent clothes. He is standing in a warehouse at this time.

Boss Polk raised the gun in his hand with one hand. The gunpowder weapons made in the countries of the Old Continent were exquisite in shape, and the polished buttstock was inlaid with complex patterns of metal that reflected light like a mirror.

Even elves cannot surpass humans in this respect.

"We are mortals, we are insignificant dust, stepping stones that are never lifted by the rulers." Hundreds of people raised their guns, and together with Polk repeated what he said in a low voice.

There is no cheering, no blood boiling, some are just tortured by life, and the dead eyes of the numb people.

"The high parasites must die, because we must live." Boss Polk's hand lightly brushed the barrel of the gunpowder gun, as if stroking the power itself: "The high and extraordinary people must die, because we must live."

"Because we have to give birth." The mortals below still repeated his words. They were dressed in different clothes, but they were also skinny and lonely.

"You must understand the weapon in your hands, it is just like your relatives, it needs to be carefully maintained." Polk laid the gun in his hand horizontally and disassembled it carefully: "You must remember the method I taught you to ensure that When that day comes, you are as ready as it is."

Ordinary people silently disassembled the guns, and wiped the various parts with grease that they would not give to their wives and children.

PS: So, continue with the third update~