Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 36 36. Criteria for monks (below)

  In the courtyard of Huang's house, the wing room of the temporary headquarters was arranged. Roger and Jiang Xia were sitting here.

  There is nothing in front of the two of them, but in the system of the chip communication framework, in their left eye vision, there is a "Fengshan Defense System" operating simultaneously.

   Through the five fighters scattered on the foothills of Fengshan Mountain and on the ridge as nodes, the tactical map is composed of their respective detection ranges. The heights are staggered, and the coordinates are displayed in each place.

   is completely real-time tactical map.

  In Jiang Xia's field of vision, there is a group of red dots on the edge of the virtual three-dimensional battlefield map, slowly approaching Fengshan Street.

  "They are here. The brigade has appeared at the foot of Fengshan Mountain and is entering the mountain. At their speed, it will take at least three hours to reach the Fengshan Mine."

  Rogge summarized the information and turned to Jiang Xia and said:

  "How to fight? Annihilation or siege?"

   Jiang Xia tilted her head, looked at Roger, and said:

  "This kind of weapon generation is different, and it has been prepared in advance, and landmine positions have been laid. The enemy has our two or five boys to lead the way. It is completely a dimensionality reduction attack.

  Kicking is also a steady win.

what is your opinion? "

   "My opinion is naturally surrounded."

  Rogmo rubbed his beard's chin and said:

   "Anyway, you don't want these Ruyifang's thugs and dogs. It's better to leave it to me for use. Your previous move of implanting chips for those people gave me inspiration.

  They are a bunch of scum and waste here, but as long as they take the wasteland and ‘reform’ them a bit, they are very good fighters.

  You know, we are short of people. "

   "Warrior?"

   Jiang Xia pouted and said:

  "It’s more appropriate to say that it’s cannon fodder? Forget it, I have no problem. If you want them, you can direct yourself. I have other things to consider."

"Row."

  Rogge responded and immediately took over command in the communication system.

  Following his order, the soldiers scattered on the ridge immediately opened the prosthesis, and several bird-sized reconnaissance drones lifted into the sky and began to investigate the situation at close range.

  Those two or five boys who acted as guides in the crowd also received new instructions in their minds.

  They did not dare to go against it, and immediately changed the direction they led the way, leading this group of unaware Ruyifang thugs toward the mining valley a few miles away from Fengshan Street.

  Jiang Xia picked up a M107 sniper rifle that was reproduced by the black hand. This baby with a huge caliber, holding it in his hand, made people feel safe.

   opened the magazine with a click, the yellow-orange-orange pointed bullet inside made him feel very familiar and lovely.

   "That's right."

   Stroking the heavy bullet in his hand, placing it under his nostrils and sniffing, Jiang Xia said softly:

   "This is what I am familiar with, the taste of the battlefield."

After speaking, he carried the gun, and from the side of the weapon, he took out two classic Colts and threw them to the fourth child outside the door. Finally, he put the large-caliber revolver into the gun pocket around his waist and got up. Go outside.

   "You don't need to charge forward."

   Behind Rogge turned his head and said:

   "It's enough to have Su and them in front."

   "You still don't understand."

   Jiang Xia said without looking back:

   "I have spent so much effort, not just for these cannon fodder, there may be ‘guests’ coming over, I have to go and greet them."

  Rogge was a little confused, feeling that there was something in Jiang Xia’s words, but a few seconds later, Su Ning's voice came through the communication.

   "Commander, the two drones are out of touch!"

"How can this be!"

  Rogge frowned and asked:

  "The indigenous people are holding bow and arrow crossbow machines. How could they use that thing to shoot drones flying at the speed of sound? Did they make a mistake in their operation and hit the mountain?"

  Su hadn’t answered yet, Jiang Xia snapped his fingers here, and he turned his head and said to Rogge:

   "Look, ‘guest’ is here.

  Have a good fight.

  Don’t worry about these things, I will deal with them. "

——

   "Hey, something I haven't seen before, it's pretty delicate."

  Elder Wang sitting on the wooden kite on the clouds of Fengshan Mountain, this will be looking curiously at the small drone in the shape of a bee held between his hands.

  This precision machine was struggling in his hands. There were electric sparks beating on the shell, but the two chubby fingers could not fly out.

  As a refiner, he can barely be regarded as a master craftsman, but Elder Wang has keenly felt that the little thing he grabbed in front of him is somewhat unreasonable.

  No need to disassemble, and no need to look at it with eyes.

  Elder Wang held the drone, swept his mind, and felt the precise structure of it through the exquisite metal shell.

  This made Elder Wang sigh with emotion.

  Such a small organ creation, like mustard Sumeru, hiding so many objects.

  There are also those chips, circuit boards and other things that he has not seen before, which made the fat monk a lot of curiosity.

   "It should still be the Mohist art of craftsmanship, which is inextricably changeable, but it can fly autonomously without aura, and it's kind of interesting to fly so fast."

Elder    couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart, so he looked down from the wooden kite, planning to find more similar gadgets, and take them back to study.

  However, after learning that they had lost two unmanned homes, Rogge had issued an order to recover them, asking Elder Wang to search from left to right, but could not find more.

  As for the soldiers hidden in the mountains, they can't hide from him.

   Perceived by the monks, swept down, like a radar, swept across the foothills of the ridge, the warriors were wearing forest camouflage, and the optical shield was turned on.

  But in the fat monk's perception, it is still like a firefly in the dark night.

   are all mortals!

  Elder Wang immediately came to this conclusion. Although the organs and limbs of these people seem to have replacement marks, they are all ordinary people without being affected by aura.

  Sure enough, things were as he expected.

  It is the ignorant mortals of Ruyifang who have made a big oolong, no wonder the fairy league doesn't care at all.

  This is mundane.

  Even if the brains of both dogs are punched out, it is a mundane thing.

  Practitioners cannot intervene.

  As for how these people who are incompatible with the locals appeared in Fengshan Mine, it was an unresolved case. The fat monk held the drone and looked down curiously from above.

  He thought in his mind that maybe after the conflict was over, he would ask about it.

  In this Fengshan mine, something that I didn’t know had indeed happened in the past period of time. This is regarded as the site of Moshuang Mountain. As the Outer Sect elder, I really should have some trouble.

  It’s just that the big steward used a spirit stone to ask him to come over and sit down, fearing that he might be drenched.

  The fat monk shook his head. Seeing the situation on both sides, the thugs of Ruyifang were obviously brought into ambush, which was already a horrible thing.

  Unfortunately, I can only watch, but cannot intervene.

In the next instant, the fat monk who was eating melons and watching the show suddenly felt a gaze falling on him. He turned his head in doubt and looked to the other side. On the ridge not far away, there was a mortal standing there, looking over here. .

"Um?"

  Elder Wang was puzzled.

  Here is quite a few tens of feet away from there, and he is high in the sky, hiding in the clouds. It stands to reason that this mortal can't see him, but the feeling of being watched tells him that the mortal can see him.

  The fat monk squeezed a decisive action. Everything in front of him suddenly became clear, allowing him to see clearly. On the hillside below, the mortal was raising his hand and swaying above his head.

  It seems that you are saying hello to yourself?

  Hey, how can you be so daring?

  The fat monk was amused at once, and he used the fairy method to startle this bold mortal, but suddenly he heard a hustle and bustle below, and he looked down.

  The bottom is open!

  "Boom"

  The nearly two hundred thugs of Ruyifang, led by the four twenty-five boys, stepped into the mine array that the soldiers of the wasteland had buried in advance without any warning.

  At one of the moments, the four twenty-five boys who led the way fell outward at the same time.

   is like getting a silent command.

  One by one, like a monkey, using both hands and feet, they rushed towards the mountains and forests lifelessly.

  The remaining group of people looked blank. They came first. The warriors riding horses didn't react at all. As the horses moved forward, they only heard a few bangs.

The fierce flames raged in the mountains and forests, and the high explosives that had never been seen in this world were triggered. They rose with anger. In the dust, they brought the brave warriors and their horses into them. A few meters in the sky.

  Blood and light splattered everywhere, stumped limbs flew around.

  The tragic situation at this moment stunned the people behind them. They carried knives and guns, but they were dumbfounded.

   "Assault tactics! Drive them in!"

  In the chip communication, Rogge gave an indifferent order.

  Ten fighters headed by Su immediately jumped up from the hiding place, holding offensive grenades in their hands, and for a short while, with their prosthetic strength, more than 20 grenades were thrown into the chaotic crowd.

   "哐, 哐, 哐"

  The sky-shattering fire and explosions shocked the horses in the crowd, allowing these frightened beasts to carry their knights and charge in all directions.

  There is a sparsely buried minefield in front of me, and I don’t have to say more about the fate of rushing into it.

  More explosions sounded from all directions, and the pungent gunpowder came with a billowing heat wave, breaking the last string in the hearts of the people who had been beaten.

  They yelled.

  They don’t even know what they are yelling at.

  In such chaos, they have lost their backbone and can only rush around like flies without their heads. There were originally a dense formation of talking and laughing, but this moment became a life reminder.

  Su hid on the branch, holding the re-engraved SVD in his hand, and without a scope, he raised his hand and shot, and knocked down a yelling steward who was riding on a horse.

   Then, in an extremely indifferent attitude, change another goal.

  The same is true for other fighters. They have no respect for life. They are like a sophisticated war machine, searching for their goals in chaos.

  This is true even for the newcomer Liu Laosi.

  The chip is working, and when the fire control system is activated, the forced personality behavior modification shields the fear and intolerance that surges in the heart of the fourth child, allowing him to enter the calmness that a soldier should have.

  This former ninth stream on Fengshan Street, this club also carries an AK equipped with a grenade launcher. Like other fighters, under the command of Roger's precise coordinate point, a node of a net is formed.

  The containment firepower of ten fighters only took less than two minutes, and the 200 thugs of Ruyifang lost a quarter. But what is surprising is that not many people died in such a massacre.

  Rogge doesn’t want them to die.

  He needed them to become the cannon fodder soldiers of the Black Hand Society. When Su and the others shot, they deliberately avoided the deadly place, only hit the limbs, and let the wailing sound all over the sky.

  As for these guys who are disabled, how to fight, this question is not within Rogge's consideration.

   Disabled?

simple!

  Isn’t it enough to change the prosthesis?

  The black hand will be in this respect, but it is extremely professional.

"This"

  Rao is the fat monk Elder Wang, as a practitioner, knows a lot, but was also shocked by the massacre in the mountains and forests below this moment. He saw a lot of powerful magic weapons.

  But I have never seen such an efficient slaughter weapon in the mortal world.

  Only ten people, with precise cooperation, in less than twenty breaths, two hundred thugs were reimbursed, even if those thugs were all inferior.

  But it won't be so miserable! This is twenty times the number advantage!

  The blood raging in the mine formations and the wailing of the wounded made the fat monk who thought he had a very high level of mental cultivation, and his heart was full of compassion at this moment.

  He even had the urge to rush down to prevent those people from carrying out the ruthless massacre. How difficult it is for the humane to multiply, how can we do such a massacre!

   But he can’t!

  This is a battle between mortals

  Those firearms are powerful, but like those weird warriors, they are not affected by aura and are not magic weapons.

  Xianmeng rules are on.

  Like a three-foot god, where Huanghuang is.

   Let him neither can nor dare to intervene!

  (End of this chapter)