Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 5 5. Super Electromagnetic Gun

  A wave of beheading missiles fired before, reimbursing the wasteland fighters for their final counterattack ability.

The old hot soldier headed by    was blown off his arm, and was dragged back into the bunker from the half-buried place by the young man carrying the wounded. The two were also ashamed.

  The old soldier propped his body and raised his head.

  Amidst the yellow sand, the distant sandstorm has rushed into this area, making it dark, but it is still vaguely visible that a second missile has been ejected from the weapon bay of the hunter in the distance.

  Red, without any painting, but it is stained with rust.

   is like an ancient collection.

  This missile is a weapon that has been outdated for a long time.

  But it has great destructive power. If it is fired again, at this distance, it will definitely destroy everyone present, as well as the temple ruins that the black hand will find hard to find.

  The veteran looked back and saw that Su was still rescuing the wounded. The heavy machine gun that had been firing before also stopped, and there was no more firepower to support.

  He gritted his teeth and tore off his headscarf, revealing his messy beard and ruined cheeks.

  Controlled by the chip, the circulatory system of the prosthesis in the body is closed.

   squeezed out more computing power on the personal fire control system. In the prosthetic body of the left eye, the halo of the target was shifted, and the position was constantly calculated, and finally the target was locked.

  He took out two plasma grenades from his back, took a deep breath, jumped out of the bombed bunker, activated the overclocking mode of his legs, and limped towards the hunter.

  You must kill the missile before it is launched!

  Otherwise, my brothers, the hope that everyone has been searching for, will be annihilated here.

  Of course, such a suicide attack will kill oneself.

   But living in this hopeless world, learning to ignore the devastated reality like other people, immersed in those false pleasures and decadence.

  What is the difference between life like this and death?

  If there is really hope in this world, leave it to those who have always believed in themselves!

  But even if you are determined to die, the road to death is full of accidents.

  Before the leader rushed out of the bunker, the six-barreled cannon on the robot’s left arm began to suppress fire in this direction like an unknown prophet.

  Freshly fired bullets broke the bunker stone pillars, blasted the broken stone slabs, and pressed the fighters who had just emerged.

  The young man behind, carrying the three wounded, moved further back.

He was powerful, swift, and courageous, but when he returned in the second round, he was hit by a bullet in his left arm, his entire arm exploded, and the electric spark flew horizontally, and his whole body was blown out by the impact. .

  A few seconds later, the dizzy wasteland warrior was beaten. The black-haired Su shook his head, dragged his broken arm, and got up from the sandpit.

  He was anxious to support the leader, but was hit by a strong electromagnetic before, causing problems with his brain chip and internal prosthesis, and he was shaking like drunk.

  The left arm prosthesis was damaged again, causing him to lose his balance.

   Just got up and fell down, lying on the hot ground embarrassingly, surrounded by wind and sand. Then, he saw a foot and appeared in front of him.

  A pair of weird rags shoes with rough patches. Probably no one on the wasteland would wear this.

  Su raised his head. In the wind and sand in front of him, a weird guy with his head wrapped around was squatting down beside him. From his side, that guy picked up his electromagnetic heavy sniper.

  He seems to be injured, with bleeding stains on his arms, but he is wearing a weird old gown, his head is like a wasteland warrior, covering his mouth and nose with a cloth towel.

   only reveals a pair of black and white eyes.

  The exposed cheeks are a little too white.

   doesn’t look like a wasteland man.

   Jiang Xia also turned around, looking at Su who was trying to get up.

  He looked up and down on the young man, Jiang Xia was very interested in the mechanical prosthesis that was obviously not flesh and blood on Su.

  Just now, not the time to ask this.

  He looked at the "gun" in his hand.

  This thing is very similar to the gun in Jiang Xia's memory. It has a handle, trigger, and armrest, but it doesn't have a barrel in the traditional sense.

  Instead, there are three divided silver rails extending outwards,

  At the rear end of the guide rail, there is an electromagnetically excited coil device.

  It is very similar to the miniature version of the super-large experimental model of electromagnetic gun that Jiang Xia has seen several times, but it does not exceed Jiang Xia's understanding of firearms.

  He fiddled with this thing decently.

  But I tried a few times, but failed to launch.

   Obviously, this thing has a design similar to an identity lock.

   "Young man, come and do a favor."

  He raised the silver-white, painted bells and whistles in his hand, said something to Su, and then pulled the half-paralyzed Su out of the pit without any explanation.

   Place his hands on the handle and trigger of the electromagnetic gun.

  In the next instant, as Jiang Xia skilfully pulled the insurance, this sci-fi-shaped heavy sniper coil began to discharge and charge, and a triangular ammunition was also ejected from the magazine and placed in the guide rail.

"Thanks."

   Jiang Xia said something.

  In the next instant, while Su was still staring blankly, Jiang Xia moved her body outwards, against the endless dust and smoke blowing in front of her, completely ignoring the robot's suppressive shooting.

  In this terrible rain of bullets, this strange man seemed to be frustrated and mad. After a dozen steps away from him, he did not do any defense at all, so he stood up so carelessly.

  There were bullets flying around, but Jiang Xia didn't care.

  His shooting action in a combat posture, he took the time to put the electromagnetic heavy sniper on his hands, and the **** against his shoulders.

  The familiar feeling came to mind again.

  Everything is under control.

  The smart sight in front of you, with a rapidly jumping triangular cursor, locked the rust-red painted robot in the sand and dust in front of it.

"boom"

  Electromagnetic gun firing, there is only a slight electrical surge.

  With a gunshot sounded by Jiang Xia's own voice, the cold trigger was pulled.

  3 millisecond time.

  Mega-ampere current flows from the coil into the accelerating rail.

The   triangular projectile, in the super strong electromagnetic field sprawling on the guide rail, is endowed with 5 megajoules of kinetic energy for starting.

  Super kinetic energy brings super destructive power.

  At the moment Jiang Xia pulled the trigger, there was no delay in the moment, in the stunned gaze of the leader who had been determined to charge, the waist and abdomen of the hunter robot, which was more than three meters high, suddenly burst into flames.

   is like an invisible fist, which pierced the energy shell of the hunter with precision at this moment.

  One shot through its main battery pack.

The   safety device was then activated, the robot control system was immediately taken off the line, the energy supply was cut off, and a big explosion was avoided. The missile launcher behind the missile lost energy at the last breath and paused.

  The fire extinguishing device was activated, and white smoke enveloped the robot for an instant.

  Dust storms intensified.

  But after the loud noise, the entire sandy land seemed to be completely quiet, and there was no sound of ammunition roaring, and even the wind and sand rolling became pure.

   is like the fierce battle just now, just a dream.

  In the wind and sand, the veteran turned his head back, holding the plasma grenade with the insurance in his hand. He looked back, and beside Su, there was a guy he had never seen before.

  The guy tilted his head and was sniping the electromagnetic heavy and removing it from his hand.

  He was covered with a turban and could not see the expression, but from the black and white eyes, he could clearly see a trace of curiosity and a trace of relief.

   Jiang Xia felt the gaze of the old soldier.

  As a polite person, Lao Jiang responded immediately.

   "click"

   Load up again, aim and pull the trigger.

  The whole process was smooth and flowing, and it was done in one go.

  In the stunned eyes that climbed up beside him, the pulse rifle in the hands of the leader was accurately hit by the triangular projectile, and the whole fracture exploded.

  In the next instant, under Su's gaze, the muzzle rail of his beloved electromagnetic sniper rifle slowly moved, and finally hit his forehead.

   Looking along the barrel, Jiang Xia's finger was still on the trigger.

  With just one click, the young man’s head will explode.

  Jiang Xia squeezed his eyes at the bewildered, young wasteland warrior, pulled his turban a bit away, and brushed his hair covered with dust and gravel, and said:

  "It’s a good thing, it’s super exciting, but it doesn’t smell like gunpowder, and it’s a bit uncomfortable. Introduce myself, my name is Jiang Xia, a. well, a businessman."

   "Now, here, I have the final say!"

  (End of this chapter)