Panlong: Science Comes to the Magical Universe

Chapter 3: Gatling gun kills wind wolf
"Let's go, let's go, let's hold hands! Let's go, let's go together..."

On the bus, a sturdy young man with dark skin was looking out the window and shouting excitedly, not caring at all about the gradually darkening face of the person next to him.

"En-de, could you please shut up!"

Next to him, a silver-haired girl couldn't help but scream, suppressing the urge to punch him twice.

"Because this is our first time traveling by bus, and we have never seen such a magical thing at home before."

The boy called Ende didn't care and continued to speak excitedly.

Although they were all young masters and princesses in their respective families, the vehicles they rode were mostly horse-drawn carriages or pulled by some powerful magical beasts.

In the material plane, ordinary people basically rely on walking and riding in carriages for transportation.

Those who are stronger may ride on leopard monsters or use some monsters to pull carts.

Even the emperor is no exception in this regard. Of course, there are usually some flying monsters around the emperor.

In the Panlong world, cultivation is the mainstream, and technological products and entertainment projects are still very scarce in the material plane. These young masters are very interested in new things.

The divine plane does have some means of transportation, metal life forms and the like, but that is not something that people in the material plane can imagine.

“These kids are so lively!”

In the cab of the bus, Adkins couldn't help but complain.

Of course, he is not the driver, just the leader sitting in the cab.

The cab is not a cramped little space, but has complete rest facilities.

At this time, Adkins and Berners were sitting on the sofa, and the driver was driving alone not far away.

"The young master was actually like this back then, with a cheerful and lively personality!"

The old man next to him, Bernas, spoke with relief, his tone sounding a little nostalgic.

"I'm not that naughty! Grandpa Berners, please don't say anything nonsense, it will ruin my image."

Adkins rolled his eyes and couldn't help but retort.

"I'm just reminiscing about the past. Besides, when the car was first made, you looked very shocked, just like these kids."

Bernas didn't care about Adkins' attitude, but couldn't help laughing.

"Isn't this natural? I never thought that Lord Hoss could design such a strange item."

Adkins spoke with some admiration, then glanced at the driver.

The driver seemed not to hear anything and just continued driving. As a subordinate, he knew very well that it was better to pretend not to hear anything about his leader.

It doesn't matter if the two of them are joking with each other, but if a driver like me dares to get involved in their conversation, the consequences will probably not be good.

Seeing that the driver understood the situation, Adkins curled his lips and said nothing more.

In fact, this training does not require the protection of people of the level of Adkins and Berners, as they all have their own things to do.

Moreover, they are just a few students, and they are accompanied by a teacher. There is no need for the strong men from the Holy Land to intervene.

However, this was Gatling’s first real-world application, and Adkins, as the lead developer, wanted to see it up close.

Although these mechanical creations are of no use to a strong man of his level, he is still interested in some of the basic principles behind them.

As the old saying goes, no matter how delicious the meal is, it cannot be separated from the cheapest refined salt.

So Adkins came along, and Berners happened to have nothing else to do so he also came along.

"Among these little brats, several are children of great nobles in the empire, and some are descendants of several major chambers of commerce. We will need them to give us money in the future!"

Adkins glanced at the boys and girls behind him while thinking about what would happen next.

In the past, Adkins didn't care about money. As a former nobleman, money was just a number to him.

As long as he wanted, buying anything was just a matter of words. He never thought about the use of money.

Even during the years of escape, they were not actually short of money. The wealth that the family had accumulated over the years was enough for them to squander if they just took a little with them when they fled.

Of course, having money is one thing, but being unable to appear in public and make large purchases as a person fleeing is another matter, and it has nothing to do with how much money one has.

But adults have said that money can sometimes be as powerful as force.

Although Adkins doesn't quite understand it yet, he has always unconditionally supported Lord Hoth's decisions.

So over the years, the Research Department has developed many products and given them to students for free.

Including but not limited to some new types of food, drinks, mobile cars, and many exquisite decorations, etc.

These will plant seeds in their hearts and will inevitably become money-making projects in the business field in the future.

"Sir, we have reached the outer core area of ​​the forest."

The driver's reminder interrupted Adkins' thoughts. Adkins nodded slightly and then looked back.

A teacher in charge stood up quickly through the glass and said in a serious tone:
"Listen carefully, little devils. This is your first trial. Next, you will face a real monster."

"Although the teachers will follow, they will only take action when it is a real life-or-death crisis."

"If you are not careful, you will suffer. You are all the best students in the academy. Remember not to embarrass the school or yourself!"

"Okay, now get ready for battle!"

"Yes!"

The students responded in unison. Similar exercises had been rehearsed countless times.

"So, get out of the car and get moving!"

As the teacher finished speaking, the students, each wearing green camouflage uniforms and holding AK47s, walked down one by one. The last few students followed behind the group, carrying Gatling machine guns.

"This is the Dragon God Forest, it doesn't look that great! Also, where are the monsters?"

The sturdy young man Ende was the first to rush out of the car. He quickly glanced around and muttered in a disappointed tone.

"Ende, don't run around randomly, spread out according to the training formation!"

A steady-looking young man with squinty eyes spoke up to remind him.

"Got it, Charles!"

Ender curled his lips but didn't say much. As the class monitor, Charles was still very prestigious and he usually respected Charles.

"Everyone, follow my command. The observation team will use wind magic to float into the air, and then use telescopes to observe the surroundings!"

"The defense team should spread out to ensure that there are no blind spots that could be attacked by monsters suddenly."

"The logistics team is preparing to set up the carts and Gatling guns. We need to ensure sufficient firepower!"

As instructions were issued one after another, the students soon moved in an orderly manner, looking like a well-trained army.

Not far away, the teacher who was observing secretly nodded secretly. These children's daily training was still qualified. Under the command of the class monitor, they quickly began to perform their duties.

"Report, one thousand meters southwest, we have spotted fifteen wind wolves, the leader is level seven."

The crisp sound was not loud, but it was accurately transmitted to everyone's ears.

Among the Warcraft wolf packs, the wind wolves are very powerful. Some wolf packs with some strength even have level eight leaders. Moreover, since the wind wolves' bodies are too flexible, even level eight warriors are unwilling to fight them.

Of course, the Wind Wolf is also one of the best targets for many warriors to train.

"Everyone, get ready for battle!"

Following the shouts of squad leader Charles, everyone performed their duties and began to shrink the defense line, forming positions, quietly waiting for the enemy to arrive.

I don’t know how long it took, but two pairs of green eyes first appeared at the mouth of the thorns, and a wind wolf gradually revealed its true appearance.

"Come on, beast!"

Ender, who was at the front line, cursed and took out his AK47 and aimed it forward.

"Da da da da da!"

Tongues of fire poured out from the muzzle of the gun and rushed towards the two wolves in front. Accompanied by a scream, the blood dyed the grass red.

"Fuck, is this thing so powerful? This is a level 5 monster!"

Ende wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered with lingering fear.

Although they had all been trained with firearms, this was the first time they had intuitively felt its power. It was in no way inferior to level five magic, and it did not consume any magic power.

Although these ordinary wind wolves are only level five monsters, it still takes a while for a level five magician to kill them.

After all, a level 5 magician cannot cast level 5 magic at will, he can only keep a distance and prepare for magic attacks.

"Ouch!"

Accompanied by a lot of howling, one wind wolves after another surrounded their leader and quickly approached the crowd.

The death of their two companions did not scare them, but instead aroused their bloodiness, and their eyes became full of murderous intent.

"Come on, you beasts!"

Ende continued to shoot flames at the wolves without any fear, as if he could destroy the entire wolf pack by himself.

However, the wind wolves also have a certain degree of intelligence. After a brief silence, many wind wolves began to move rapidly from multiple directions nearby, quickly dispersing to avoid attacks.

Of course, this was not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was that the leader, the wind wolf, actually came straight towards Ende again, and the firepower seemed unable to cause any harm to him.

"This thing's defense is really terrifying!"

Ende couldn't help but frown as he looked at the bullets that kept bouncing off.

"Ende, back off!"

"understood."

As Charles' voice came, Ender quickly retreated while thinking that the defense of the seventh-level monster was indeed different.

"Gatling team, get ready. Target: Wind Wolf Leader!"

Squad leader Charles shouted while staring ahead.

Ten steps, five steps, one step.

"shot!"

"Da da da da da!"

The next second, the Wind Wolf leader suddenly felt a palpitation and instinctively wanted to retreat.

However, it was too late, as three Gatling machine guns began their sweep.

"What is a Gatling gun? Why is it so powerful when used by a Level 1 soldier?"

At the last moment of his life, the Wind Wolf Leader couldn't help but think so.

He couldn't understand why this group of people, whose strongest aura was only level five, could cause them to lose their lives.

Especially those who used Gatling machine guns, which were obviously only level one, but they were able to take his life.

However, he did not have the chance to understand, because he had already felt the call of the underworld, and then the last bit of consciousness dissipated.

(End of this chapter)