After a lot of trouble, the samurai successfully replaced the image of the Iron Overlord in the eyes of the Shi Jing with his own image. To be honest, after deducting his height, the difference between the two was not very big, so these Shi Jing quickly adapted to their new identity - the slave who mined for Xiao Xiami Boss.
It seemed that the system felt that it was a great thing for them to drive out a green-skinned tribe, so today's surprise was not over. Relying on his extraordinary sense of smell, the demon hunter permeated the stench of the entire camp and smelled a different smell. Following his sense of smell, Xu Yichen quickly found what he was looking for in a small house built by green-skinned.
This is a wooden house, and the green skins roughly used logs to build the house. In one corner of the room, thick black gunpowder or something that looked like black gunpowder, piled up like a hill, a simple iron rack seemed to serve as a workbench, and more than a dozen iron pipes of varying thickness were randomly discarded on it.
The Demon Hunter was sure that this was the place where Green Skin made gunpowder weapons before. He carefully closed the door. Xu Yichen didn't want to end up with that Green Skin. Before he completely cleared the castle, he would not open the room full of gunpowder again. Maybe, he could hand this thing over to the dwarfs to see? Maybe he could improve some craftsmanship and make this thing suitable for human use.
Since these green skins have already made this gunpowder weapon, I'm afraid other forces have begun to study this kind of thing? Xu Yichen doesn't believe that the system will allow this race that can be attacked and can also produce a unique technology tree. Moreover, looking at the structure of this thing, it is a very mature front-mounted smoothbore gun structure. If the green skin had not been filled with half the barrel of gunpowder and blocked the muzzle with a torch, he might have tasted the power of gunpowder.
The Demon Hunter feels that the war mode in the game world is about to change. This kind of weapon with a simple structure does not require training or too complex technology. It can achieve the best effect in the hands of ordinary people. The mode where a professional is the king of war city is about to become history.
Just as the demon hunter was worried, thousands of miles away, on the homeland of Cyris by others, two players from the Loess area were standing in front of a team of Aboriginal soldiers.
These indigenous soldiers with black hair and black eyes were not professionals. They all gave birth to children from homes selected from the local area and had been trained for a year. At this time, these people stood neatly in three rows. No matter from any angle, they were flawless and neat formations, full of the beauty of order.
Unlike the traditional costumes of the Song Empire, these soldiers, known as the New Army, wore tailor-made black military uniforms, modern collars and cuffs, which made these people look particularly energetic when they were in action. A black leather coat with a slightly corset effect helped them resist the cold outside.
"Isn't it a bit too hurrying?" A player who was dressed similar to the soldiers, but his clothes were more delicate and his patterns frowned and looked at another player. "The training of these new troops has not been completed yet. Without the command of drum beats, he could not even complete a volley!"
Another player was wearing thick black armor, and the various inclined designs made the thing look extremely heavy and full of technology. He held his helmet in his hand and replied helplessly: "There is no way, the above is urgent. You have to wait for three days to adapt to the weapons in your hands. The Russians in the north are almost pushed back to the Ural Mountains by the green skin. We must consolidate the defense line of the Altai Mountains."
As the commander of the new army, the player who spoke before stomped his feet hard, with such a huge force that even the stone ground was stepped out. He shouted loudly: "What are you waiting for! Hurry up and train, before today's supper, everyone must complete a hundred volleys!"
"Yes! Sir!" The flag-holder in each row replied loudly, and then issued a loud order to the combat drummer: "Beat the drum once!"
Amid the rhythmic pounding of the war drum, a new order was issued: "Beat the drum once! Reload the potion! Compact potion!"
Under the command of the drum beat, the new army composed of the indigenous people took out their potion jars and poured the 'potent potions' into the brand new rifle in their hands. Many people were still muttering in a low voice: "The ancestors are above, bless me to succeed!"
"Beat the drum twice! Load the projectiles! Load the medicine!" The commander's order echoed in the queue. As the rhythm of the drum beats accelerated, some people in the new army began to sweat, tremble, and the movement errors began to increase.
But military orders are as iron as iron, and new orders follow: "Beat the drum three times! Light the divine fire! Praise all the cleverness!"
Most of the new army composed of the indigenous people completed the previous steps, lit their fuses amid the commands, and shouted with the officers: "Praise all the cleverness!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! A series of gunfires, accompanied by the rolling smoke, blocked the soldiers' vision tightly, but this time the volley was not satisfied with the commander. Chaos worshippers who were trapped in their hands and feet fell down in large numbers, and even if the remaining people were not dead, they were scared a little more crazier.
"Do we have to come up with this kind of tactic of queuing and shooting? And you don't feel a little embarrassed when you come up with such a stupid slogan?" The black-armored warrior complained in pain, and at the same time he sucked up and blew away the black smoke floating over. The huge lung capacity almost brought a breeze: "Do you think the people above simply like this romance of queuing and shooting, which made us train like this?"
"Be careful, this broken thing can hardly hit the target accurately. This is the best tactic. At least it has been verified by history. If we don't use this slogan, would we still have to open a cultural education class to explain the principle of gunpowder to them?" The player in the black leather jacket said: "You know we can't continue to develop better bullets and guns. If it weren't for those deceased EU, we wouldn't have fallen into such a dilemma!"
The black-armored player laughed and whispered: "Have you heard that since the EU fiddled out muskets last year, it has started to be equipped on a large scale in less than a month. Now even the green-skinned people have started playing with gunpowder guns, hehe! Those religious madmen have not taken advantage of at all. A while ago, several battle groups wanted to upgrade the technology tree, but fortunately they were stopped by others. In order to prevent them from continuing to do this in the future, the United Nations intends to withdraw a group of military police from various countries and form a People's Anti-intellectual Committee there. Guess, who will be our people going to go?"
Chapter completed!