The first time I picked up a gun on a real battlefield.

The first time I aimed at a real enemy, the gun contained a real tungsten-core armor-piercing bullet.

What was Gu Tie thinking in his heart? He didn't think of anything.

The sixteen-round drum was lighter, making the entire gun smaller and easier to control. Gu Tie stabilized the muzzle faster and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The muzzle sounded slightly, and the buttstock hit the shoulders slightly, soft as a lover's caress. A bullet shot out of the muzzle, hitting the back of a sharp gunman, easily penetrated the inferior armor, and almost jumped up. Another sharp gunman reacted slowly, and immediately squatted down and hid behind the guardrail of the tower.

Gu Tie tightened his body and was ready to bear the impact, but he didn't wait until the expected recoil, but instead he was a little uncomfortable. He pressed his shoulder against the butt, and his right hand habitually released the gun handle, intending to grab the bolt and pull it, but the pulling force of the bolt seemed to be different from usual. He was stunned for a moment before he remembered that he no longer needed to pull the bolt, and couldn't help but sigh: "Yes, this is a good gun!"

He held the gun handle again, picked up the gun and aimed at the tower, and shot continuously at the guardrail of the tower. The muzzle sounded continuously, the barrel was soft and stretched continuously, and the stock squeezed his shoulder lightly, and three bullets were shot unknowingly. The guardrail of the tower was just a wooden raft surrounded by mottled iron plates, which could only protect ordinary bullets and had little effect on professional tungsten core armor-piercing bullets. The bullets easily penetrated the guardrail and hit the Rui tribe gunman hiding behind, making the guy scream.

The scream was sharp enough. The slaves on the farm immediately stopped working, looked back at the tower and looked at each other again. Then they screamed and clamored and ran away. The whole village was alarmed, and some dwarf-native women and children walked out of the houses, staring at them, and almost everyone was holding guns, which were armed by the whole nation. Gu Tie heard the door of the house next to him creaked open, and he pulled out like lightning and turned to guard, but saw a little ghost walking out of the door. This was definitely a child. He was only a little taller than red and white, his scalp was shaved, and his face was covered with colorful paint.

Gu Tie couldn't bear to shoot. He said coldly: "Get back, don't come out."

The dwarf ghost retracted into the house, then rushed out with a big **** who was waiting for her body. He was still yelling and cursing in his mouth. Gu Tie was startled and shot the little ghost's head. A powerful bullet shot into the little ghost's forehead, directly lifting the back of his head, and his brain and plasma sprayed all over the ground. After firing, he realized that he had shot a child and couldn't help but curse: "Fuck, what's going on, this little ghost... Fuck, what's the fuck..."

Before he calmed down, another dwarf ghost rushed out. The ghost had a very unique Moshi's head. Wearing a blood-stained ghost mask, he rushed out with a large grenade in the posture of Dong Cunrui's blowing up the bunker. Gu Tie was still keen in his eyes. Seeing that the safety pin of the grenade had been pulled out, he immediately shot the ghost's head, and then turned around and ran away with a big stance.

"Damn it. Are these dead guys born with brainwashing or have they been brainwashed after birth?" Gu Tie cursed while running.

The headshot devil fell to the ground, his grenade fell to the ground, and then half of the house collapsed. A shrill whistle erupted in the village, and all the women and devils retreated into the house, but the windows stretched out muzzles. Adult men walked onto the streets with weapons, each wearing iron helmets. They wore inferior iron armor - these armors were not necessarily iron, but the materials were very thin and the workmanship was very poor, and the rust was mottled, looking like inferior iron. These militia drove the iron carts to the center of the road as a bunker, then threw some disc-shaped landmines on the street, and quickly formed a line of defense.

"These natives are too professional, and they are the ones with the weakest combat power of dwarf natives."

Next to the half-collapsed broken house, Gu Tie peeked at this scene, secretly shocked and even more alert. He inserted **** back into the holster, picked up the sniper rifle and aimed at a dwarf militia who had not hidden it. He aimed at the back of the dwarf, but when the gun was fired, he was a little hasty and did not completely stabilize the muzzle, and the bullet hit the back. The dwarf militia fell down screaming, and the other dwarf militia immediately fired. The surrounding houses also opened fire with bangs, with extremely brutal fire.

Gu Tie turned around and left the corner of the wall, and used the speed technique to quickly rush to the other side of the house. In front was the backyard of another broken house, with gun barrels stretched out at several windows, or someone's head shaking. Gu Tie took off a grenade and pulled out the safety pin, grabbed the grenade with his psychic hand and sent it into the window. A violent explosion occurred in the house, and the extended barrel and shaking head were all retracted.

Gu Tie rushed up and kicked open the back door, walked into the smoke-filled house, looking for the corpse that had just been blown to death. Two bloody women, four and a half-year-old children, all of which were not far away from the corpse. "I can't help but be in the world. I became the most shameless slaughter of women and children." Gu Tie sighed secretly, collecting all the corpses together, and then refining the corpse into bullets with guns and unloading the tungsten core armor-piercing bullets now, and loading the refined bone bullets into the gun - this is because tungsten core armor-piercing bullets are more precious, and bone bullets can be made from materials anywhere, so of course they have to be used first.

After he was ready, he walked through the broken main hall and walked to the front window along the street to peek at the situation outside. There was no one on the street, but someone in the window hole across the street looked at the head with a gun. Their eyesight was obviously not as good as Gu Tie. They were obviously observing each other inside the window, but Gu Tie saw them, but they didn't see Gu Tie. Gu Tie hesitated for a while and still aimed at these windows and shot.

After a few shots, no one was shaking his head in these windows.

Gu Tie quickly retreated to the back door and clearly heard the sound of metal rubbing outside. There were dwarf militias approaching, and there were still quite a few. The inferior iron armors were clattering and cracking, revealing their number and location like bells. Gu Tie looked at the broken house and saw the roof that was blown out of the cracks with an idea. He used spider art to climb under the roof, cut the roof with the energy-gathering sword, and then grabbed a table with his psychic hand and threw it out from the back door.

The dwarf militia were approaching nervously. As soon as they saw something flying out of the back door, they immediately shot fiercely. Gu Tie took the opportunity to climb to the roof, crawled to the edge of the roof, and aimed at the dwarf militia to shoot continuously. The dwarf militia were firing fiercely at the table, and they didn't expect that someone would attack the roof. They had no cover and were immediately shot down four or five. The remaining militia were looking for cover to hide. They did not show up for a while. Gu Tie did not entangle with them, dragged the corpse back into the house with his psychic hands, and then retreated back into the house himself. The corpse was refined into bullets again...

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Some broken houses were on fire, some broken houses were smoking, but there was no gunshot. There was no scream, and they were as quiet as a cemetery. Gu Tie sat in the dead iron factory, covering the scars on his chin with one hand, staring at a corpse on the ground in a daze. This was a little ghost who was smaller than red and white. When Gu Tie was discovered, he was hiding in the cabinet without moving, looking very scared. Gu Tie pressed the gun against the forehead of the little ghost, but he really couldn't bear to pull the trigger. But when the little ghost saw the weakness in his eyes, he showed a ferocious look and rushed out of the cabinet with a saw blade like a mad dog. A bloody hole was drawn on Gu Tie's chin.

Gu Tie fell to death this little devil, but his mood became very bad, and he hated himself and the world.

"This is reality." Venom walked into the factory, followed by the light star colored stone.

Gu Tie was silent for a while before saying, "They aren't afraid, don't you know how to escape?"

"Yes, they will be afraid. When they run away, they are more flexible than the Italian soldiers on Earth. But their thoughts are different from those on Earth, and they are different from any civilization. Killing ruins is a world where the strong prey on the weak is the only law. Life that can survive in the killing ruins is the most tenacious and fierce." Venom stared at the corpse on the ground and said coldly: "When they encounter strong enemies, their first thought is not 'escape' and 'saving their lives', but how to kill strong enemies. Even if the possibility is only one percent, they will do it without hesitation. Because they think very clearly, if you are not killed by you today, you may be murdered by your companions tomorrow, you may be murdered by monsters the day after tomorrow, and you may be killed by other things the day after tomorrow, that's it."

Gu Tie sighed, "This is too fierce. Could it be that the natives who killed the ruins are like this?"

"The people in neutral cities are more conservative and subtle, but not neutral natives... Dwarfs are still kind, and other natives are even dangerous for babies." Venom said coldly: "Two years ago, I had a conflict with natives in a territory. A native mother put the crying baby at the door. I focused on chasing adults and passed by the baby without any warning. The baby exploded. The mother hid a high-explosive bomb under the baby's body. Fortunately, this bomb was not enough to kill the Lons."

"I...**Fuck." Gu Tie was extremely entangled and unconsciously spit out a curse of combining Chinese and Western styles.

"The convoys from several nearby villages are coming to support me. What should you do?" Venom asked.

"Ambush on the road," Gu Tie said.

"If there is only one convoy, this suggestion can be tried, but it is not the best strategy. You are too weak now, and your self-blame and sympathy will seriously reduce your intelligence." Venom said bluntly: "The best tactic is to avoid the real and attack the virtual. When you retreat here to support, you avoid the road and go from the forest path to other villages and shoot everyone you see. You should pay attention to the dust in the lane. When you see the supporting convoy, you will detour the next village again. The enemy is bright and the enemy is dark, and the enemy is big and the enemy is small, and it will hurt the enemy's weakness again and again, creating fear and chaos until we lead our target. The risk is minimal and the effect is greatest."

Gu Tie stared at the corpse on the ground without saying a word for a while before asking, "Teacher, do you fight like this too?"

"Compared with my experience, there is no blood or cruel here." Venom stared at Gu Tie and said firmly.

Gu Tie was silent for a while, suddenly gritted his teeth and lifted his gun, turned around and strode away. Xingcaishi glanced at the venom with a tense face and shouted to Gu Tie: "Hi, master, where are you going?" Gu Tie did not answer, and stopped when he walked to the factory gate, stared at the sky for a while, then roared loudly: "In order to match the witch, I can only be the devil king, where else can I go?"

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In a house in the thick mist, the lord of Red Tulin Town, Jin Huzi was roaring angrily, and the curses echoed repeatedly in the cave like thunder. The saliva spit out like a faucet, making the subordinates in front of them kiss countless times. The subordinates were so scared that they all shrank their necks, desperate to become dwarfs immediately, which could attract less of the boss's anger. Jin Huzi finished scolding, and shot a most disliked head, and roared at the others: "Why are they all sissy rotten piglets standing there? Why don't they take the strong Scud to chase that country bumpkin?"

The subordinates secretly looked at each other and shirked each other with their eyes. Finally, the most useless subordinates could not stand the coercion of their colleagues, so they took the initiative to say pitifully: "Boss... that... Scudt (the local dialect of bandits) has been sent out. The remaining Scudt is helping... those masters work, if they are sent... that..."

The golden beard's face was immediately squeezed into a ball, making the beer belly rippling in anger. He grabbed the head and hit it hard with ****, and it was bloody in a few seconds. He kicked the unlucky guy away, and then panted and rushed to the foggy open-air factory. A huge spacecraft shaped like a big lobster was anchored here, and thousands of local craftsmen were climbing up and down on the spaceship, some were welded decks, some transported goods, people came and went, and they were busy. Four mysterious people in cloaks and hoods were standing around the spaceship, commanding the local craftsmen's work with a roar sound similar to rolling thunder.

The golden beard rushed to the tallest mysterious man and lowered his voice, "Mr. White King, the most dirty country bumpkin is running around on my territory, specializing in making wives and cubs. The Scud we sent is not enough to surround this dead country bumpkin, and we need more Scud. But my Scud is helping you repair the boat, so why should you kill this country bumpkin for me?"

The White King stood silently for a while, spitting out a simple, old voice from his hood: "Do you know... the origin of this killer?"

"It's definitely the three leaves of the north. I robbed their wine cellar last week and raped a lot of women. It's also possible that the big carts and stupid pigs in the northwest were also possible. When they were racing last month, they used the combustion aids made by Scotts and rushed like rockets. The west..." Jinbeard muttered and said a dozen enemies who might have revenge...

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ps: I'm late again. I have a severe cold. I sneeze while typing. As a result, I'm full of snot on the screen. It's so disgusting. I'll wipe it off immediately. (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy. The novel is better and faster!
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