The New Edens soon began to attack again. After a large number of Banshee gangs forced their airships to retreat, the New Eden's ground troops began to attack again. In order to save spells, Marceau also picked up the musket.

Speaking of which, the cat now holds a special semi-automatic weapon made by Panny and Youjiu. Without pulling a bolt, you only need to install a 0-round magazine, pull the trigger, and a nine-mm rifle bullet at a time. Because it uses some magical technologies, such as the inscription array that reduces recoil, the gun body shell (triangular hollow butt stock) and guide rails of the entire mold of the World Tree Gum, an angle grip is installed, and an advanced combat optical scope is equipped with a small reflective scope on the top.

When using heavy bullets, the effective range reaches thousands of yards, and when using ordinary bullets, the effective range reaches seven hundred yards.

"Brother, why do you feel very tall and proud?" The player around him looked at the musket in his hand, then looked at the musket in Marceau's hand, indicating that this is no longer a problem with generation problems.

"Uh, this is specially customized by my wife for me." Marceau also felt that the guy in his hand and the muskets he used before were just guys from two worlds.

But he didn't know why the muskets made by his wives were so cool. After asking Youjiu and Panny, they all said that this was a weapon used in modern warfare found in their grandfather's old game Curry. This was a bold attempt. Although it was still impossible to make a qualified continuous shooting weapon, semi-automatic muskets like this could be restored.

It's really great to have capable wives. As the head of the family, the cat said that there are really no such shoveling girls.

After firing a few shots and confirming that the guy in his hand could shoot one shot at a time, Marceau immediately chose to put on a raincoat, put a special compensation flame suppressor on the muzzle, and entered a small building behind him, and then hurried the enemy's high-value target behind the broken wall. Although the compensator would make the gun sound louder, to be honest, in this battlefield where the guns could not be stopped for a while, what could louder gunshots be considered?

Entering the shooting position, Marceau set up his gun, and his first target was a player wearing a military coat. Only players would wear this kind of warhammer 40k style clothing. This guy was holding a long sword and a musket in his hand, and was commanding his subordinates to attack the defense line of the East Continent. Although he was standing very high, because he was far from the battlefield, he and the adjutant beside him had no desire to hide his own desires and were very cool in a red big-brimmed hat.

I really wrote the word "death" to myself step by step.

Marceau adjusted the ruler, held his breath, pulled the trigger, and the big-brimmed hat in the mirror suddenly leaned back. Regardless of the person's posture rolling from the ruins, he turned the muzzle slightly, Marceau put the adjutant into the scope, pulled the trigger while he was still in a daze, and then left the shooting position regardless of the hit.

Retreating into the shadow, Marceau moved to the other side, leaned against the wall, and poked the muzzle out of the window to find the target.

Soon, a mage entered his sight. This was obviously a necromancer. Yishui's negative energy spell was like a fish in such a rain. Unfortunately, he encountered Masce. So during the preparation of an ice storm, a nine-mm bullet flew over a distance of 712 yards and drilled into his right forehead. After half of the back of his head flew away, it disappeared. The out-of-control Ice storm immediately turned the nearby area where the mage was located into an ocean of "ice".

He put away the gun, squatted away from the window, turned down the small building from the rear window, adjusted the ruler, and drilled through the small space formed by the collapse, and reached out to pat the sentry beside him: "There are ghouls who are bypassing over there."

The sentry didn't have time to thank him, and immediately blew the whistle and shouted to remind players of the ghouls who wanted to catch him off guard when the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

After crossing the street, Marceau trotted to the second floor. This time it was shooting on one side when he was traveling. In the rain, Marceau found a shooter who forgot to hide himself. He was climbing up a water tower. In the case of Roland Vader, there should be no need for a water tower. However, considering that the rich people's ideas are always so unique, Marceau patiently waited until the shooter climbed to the top of the water tower, and then pulled the trigger, watching him stumble down from the water tower, Marceau retracted his gun and ran to the third floor.

"Hey, there are people here!" said the two dwarf sabers unhappily.

So Marceau ran downstairs quickly.

"They came in from the right!"

With the screams coming from the building, Marceau pushed away the half-open bunker, put the gun on the windowsill, and shot at the new Eden who was jumping downstairs. The first one jumped down was penetrated into the chest and fell directly into the muddy trench. The second one was hit in the leg before he jumped off the trench and tilted his neck.

There were gunfire everywhere, and no one noticed Marceau's position. He took out the magazine from his waist. When the last bullet was shot, he pushed the magazine away with the magazine and the empty magazine fell down. Marceau quickly installed the new magazine in his hand and pulled the trigger. The new Eden who had just wanted to jump into the trench in the distance was lifted up most of his head, and just pressed on the enemy who was fighting with the man. The dagger in the latter's hand directly pierced the opponent's eye socket because of the sudden power.

As for whether he can turn over, that's not something Marceau can care about.

The second magazine was shot in one breath, and the defense line downstairs was full of enemies and us who were fighting together in the mud. In this heavy rain, Marceau really dared not fire at the wrestling crowd. The nine-mm bullets were too penetrating, for fear that a new Eden here would kill, and the new Eden passing through his body would penetrate into his own body in the next second.

So Marceau began to extend the attack, and those guys who had not entered the battlefield were in trouble. The penetration performance of nine millimeters at mid-to-close distance was very strong. These guys rushed over and obviously wanted to use the number of people to oppress the East Continental players in this area, so a bullet can usually penetrate two or even three people.

Soon, the last magazine was empty, and Marceau had to put away the musket, but he did not jump down to join the melee. Instead, he prepared a luxurious package for the New Eden who was working hard to charge. He transformed into a sacred storm through the Book of the Sage. When the raindrops of positive energy fell, Marceau had to close the window.
Chapter completed!