The most effective method in war is always how to kill.

In ancient times, a stone tied to a rod was a means; when the times went forward, the bronze processed from flames replaced the combination of rod and stone; then, the Iron Age completely crushed the relatively soft bronze and left the stone and rod far behind.

This is how the times are. They keep moving forward, and swords and swords replace sticks and stones. The appearance of crossbows pushes the violence displayed by bows to the extreme. A longbowman needs years of training, and a crossbow can make a farmer become a knight killer within months, and the latter needs to be a knight for life.

Sometimes, they don't have enough time to become knights.

The farmer ruined all this and only needed to gently pull the trigger. The refined arrow rod would push the steel arrowhead to fly through a long or short journey, and finally penetrate into the knight's body.

When the musket is made, this subversive weapon is still destined to be bulky at first, and it is even more difficult to operate than a crossbow. However, when the lightweight is completed, when the smokeless integrated bullet replaces the front loading and fireworks powder, when the rifle appears in the barrel, when the gunpowder pushes the bullets in the closed barrel to fly out, flying over a distance that is far beyond the predecessors' unimaginable, and will eventually erase the life that blocks its flight trajectory, this is a manifestation of the progress of the times.

If you fall behind, you will be beaten. If you fall behind, you must sacrifice. The kind of thing that drives away wild animals and wins many opponents outside of the technological era with a bow and knife is not science fiction movies, but the most stable and simple love drama.

What is the real war like?

Maybe everyone has an answer, but in Penny's eyes, war is an opera that will never end.

It will have rest time, so that everyone can be comforted, so that time can erase the pain, and allow ambitious younger generations to replace the seniors who face the pain.

Then, the opera opens again, and ambitious people, madmen, arms dealers who want to gain benefits from the war, and people who dream of becoming winners and heroes form all the characters in the opera.

Only innocent people...but they have always been responsible for the work of dying.

"Nine o'clock direction, three hundred and twenty yards, can you see the bottom of the red tower?" Panny's observer confirmed the target. Following her guidance, Panny used the 10x mirror on the long-range musket to see uninvited guests. A team of new Edens were pushing a big-looking guy, four-barrel-type rotating weapon, which seemed to be removed from the combat boat. The clever new Eden engineering goblins loaded it onto a battle platform composed of a pair of wheels.

Perhaps it was the effect of welding, or perhaps it was the credit of the rivets, the New Eden pushed it to the front line.

Without making too many choices, Panira pulled out the gun, took out the ordinary bullet loaded in the chamber, and then loaded a phosphorus bullet into it.

"Want to hit that fire-breathing jar? I think it's too far." said her observer.

"That's why it carries it so unscrupulously. The Seris tribe said one thing: If there is a way in heaven, you don't go, and if there is no way in hell, you go in." Panny adjusted the secret position and then confirmed the wind speed, approaching the harbor area. In spring, this combination made the entire harbor area ruled by the northbound sea breeze. They never mind how fast they would be.

And Panny doesn't want the bullet he shot and hit something that shouldn't be hit under the action of the wind. This will be very embarrassing, and it will also make the new Edens feel that facing the Eastern Continental sharpshooter is not a fatal multiple-choice question, but a judgment question that doesn't have to die.

Fortunately, Penny did a good job. After the bullet flew out of the barrel, it completed its destined flight process. After penetrating the exposed rib body of the new Edenian's fire-breathing jar, it accurately hit the fire-breathing jar behind it.

There is no need for any apology or regret. After the flamethrower was penetrated, some liquid was sprayed out, and then the entire undead, along with the push machine gun beside him, was engulfed by the flames.

Unfortunately, the distance is too far, so I can only watch and think about the taste of barbecue.

"It hits, it's a good shot." The observer looked at the burning scene in the telescope and nodded with great satisfaction: "Another target, a street intersection in front of the burning point, a large stitching corpse, give it a guide, and then our combat boat will solve it."

When the observer said this, Panny did not have any confusion. Instead, he felt that his companion was doing well. He replaced the indicator bullet and then shot it into the body of the large stitched corpse of the new Eden.

It was a silver-seeking bullet, a military-grade bullet with high density and strength. It penetrated into the target's head. The combustible substance of smoke includes corpses and humans. The corpse is both a dead soul and a human body. Its body is a human body.

There is no smoke, and the silver-seeking bullet is too great for suturing corpses, and its lethality is not close to it, but it is a bit beneficial for the Eastern Continental people to confirm the position of the bullet, and then the suturing corpses with red marks can be confirmed by this kind of bullet.

Then there will be a combat mage with a floor licking kit or a combat boat with a bombshell to deal with it.

This is true. In less than two minutes, a combat boat flew over the target with a missile, and it was very accurate to use the missile to smash the head of the corpse that was sewn with the corpse, and the sharp warhead hit the neck of the corpse.

"It feels like a rain of flesh from the sky." Looking at the target's screaming observer was very excited: "I want to find the fragment of that bomb, which is a very good collection option."

"Then you have to choose." Panny looked at the scattered pieces of meat and stuck out his tongue.

Pulling the gun, exiting the shell, and confirming the target's observer chose a new target for Panny: "At seven o'clock, two streets outside, four hundred and forty-nine yards, did the group see it?"

"See, I also saw the young man from the Seles. He is really a lucky boy. Original second-hand goods are still difficult to find these days." At first glance, Panny saw the young man holding the prairie elf spirit body. Panny took the initiative to load an armor-piercing bullet with a white paint on the bullet, which means that this is a blessed armor-piercing bullet: "Considering our friendship with you, let's let this pair of miserable mandarin ducks go."

"As half a Selesian, should I say thank you?" The observer complained and marked the target: "How about this young man who is feeding my young master?"

"Not the right target, according to intelligence, this guy is called Binka, a moderate who is picking innocent cubs for us from the New Eden concentration camp, and he can create more and better reasons for living."

"Then how are those guys behind them?" Rubbed his nose and observed that his hand marked a big guy in the scope of his magic hand.

"I don't know him, and he doesn't look like his father... Wait a minute, I saw them spitting, and they were all." Panny said, adjusting the secret seat, and then sat down aside and took the microphone from the communicator's hand: "This is Panny, please say something."

"Assist the attack, Panny, I just confirmed the target, that is Binka's father." A signal from the second observer came from the microphone.

"Who isn't?" Panny asked back with a gentle and graceful question.

"No one isn't it. Those who are present are old friends of Binka's father. My advice is that you don't have to waste bullets in order to kill one more person and cause a rebound in the New Eden.
Chapter completed!