Aslan found that this village was very backward. There were not even high-tech things in the whole village, so he could not judge the technological situation of this world. As for the master with the third level of fighting spirit.
It's just that he is stronger than ordinary people in this world, and there is a weak flow of air in his body, but it is far inferior to the fighting spirit.
Any swordsman apprentice in Xinuo Continent can beat this master with level 3 fighting spirit.
After all, an ordinary person in Xinuo Continent has ten times the physical fitness of an ordinary person in this world, while the physical fitness of a master of the third level of fighting spirit is only three times the standard, only more than ordinary people.
Some fighting skills.
Early the next morning, Aslan left the village with him. Before leaving, he left a few common silver coins of Kanglai Country with the village chief, because this world no longer uses gold coins, but mainly silver coins, and there are also many banknotes.
In use.
It's really easy to smelt a few universal silver coins using your innate magic.
Aslan left very early, and only the village chief saw him off in person.
"Mr. Aslan, please pay attention to safety on the way to the county town. There are not only devils who occasionally cross the defense line, but also many robbers who take the opportunity to rob regardless of the human crisis. Many robbers still have guns in their hands."
The village explained carefully.
Aslan's eyes instantly lit up. He was still very interested in things like guns.
After all, this D-level alien world has been separated from the control of the Royal Academy of Magic for hundreds of years. It is possible to develop any technology, especially since the magic elements in this world are getting thinner and thinner, and it is inevitable to eventually move towards a technological route.
The county town is smaller than Aslan expected, with only about 100,000 people. It is not as good as some towns in the Bimello region, but this is normal.
Before entering the county town, Aslan heard the continuous sound of gunfire. This familiar sound made Wu Lusi and others couldn't help but look at each other, and they quickly became alert.
They still know something about the rifle, a new and powerful weapon.
"Master, please let me go over and investigate!" Geraint volunteered and said.
"No need, something is coming." Aslan said with a slight frown.
Immediately there was a rustling sound in the woods not far away.
A dozen ferocious-looking monsters rushed out of the woods and pounced directly on Aslan and the others.
"Well, hell hound! No, the hell hound is a monster comparable to a great swordsman. There is no reason to be so weak." Aslan quickly woke up and muttered subconsciously.
Geraint drew out his two swords from his back and chopped melons and vegetables, leaving only a pile of broken corpses on the ground.
"Hmm! So weak?" Geraint looked at the broken corpses on the ground and said subconsciously.
Aslan couldn't help laughing, and squatted down to inspect the corpse on the ground. A hellhound with only half of its body suddenly opened its bloody mouth and bit Aslan's arm directly.
As a result, even the combat uniform was not bitten. Aslan's mouth twitched, and he suddenly understood what Geraint meant by being so weak.
This should be a thing with the thin bloodline of a hell hound, but it only has the strength of six or seven levels of fighting spirit, and does not even have the strength of a swordsman apprentice.
Aslan had the illusion that he had come to the novice village to bully the newcomers.
With a slight shake of his hand, the hell hound was directly shaken into blood mist.
"Someone is coming." Geraint put away his sword and said calmly.
Aslan slowly stood up and saw a group of people carrying rifles and wearing simple military uniforms running over.
But when Aslan saw clearly the weapons in their hands, his eyes widened subconsciously. He was familiar with the shape of the rifle and the AKM equipped by a few talents.
"Fuck me!"
When these soldiers saw the corpses of hell hounds on the ground, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Although their eyes looked at Aslan with vigilance, they did not look too afraid. It was obvious that the weapons in their hands gave them great confidence.
Aslan greeted with a smile.
"We have returned from abroad to support our friends in the Human Front."
After hearing Aslan's words, the leading officer took the initiative to step forward, saluted, and said politely: "Please show your access certificate."
"OK!"
Aslan looked at him with a smile and took out a document from his pocket. The moment he handed it to the other person, the two of them looked at each other.
Aslan's pupils were seen rotating rapidly, and then a strange blue color appeared. Finally, the officer took the document dully, then flipped through it casually a few times before returning it to Aslan.
"There is no problem with the documents! Thank you so much for your support."
The document the officer was looking through was actually a completely blank notebook, but it was completely replaced with evidence of discrepancies in his memory under Aslan's hypnosis.
"There, everything is for the sake of all mankind." Aslan said with a smile, and at the same time took out a pack of cigarettes from his body. They were several packs of cigarettes that he picked from the leaves when passing the tobacco fields on the road and used his natural magic to make them.
This was the inspiration he got from the village chief. Although the village chief smoked dry cigarettes, he also told him about cigarettes.
But when he handed the dry cigarette to Aslan and said that there was no cigarette, Aslan understood.
The officer was only briefly hypnotized, and when he saw the cigarette handed over by Aslan, he was not polite.
The pursuing soldiers happened to be an infantry squad, so Aslan was very polite and took a circle of cigarettes, and threw all the last cigarettes to the officer.
"This is for you, we don't smoke."
The squad leader originally wanted to shirk it, but when he heard that Aslan didn't smoke, he understood immediately and accepted it with a few polite words.
"Squad leader! Of the twelve hell hounds, not one escaped, they are all dead." The soldier in charge of the inspection said with a solemn expression.
If the twelve hellhounds attacked their infantry squad, they were not completely sure that they would be able to kill them all.
So in addition to their chasing infantry squad, there were two other infantry squads who also tried to make a detour.
"I am Zheng Wei, squad leader of the third squadron of the second platoon of the third company of the second battalion of the Tiger Regiment."
Aslan smiled and nodded.
"Aslan Sara! They are all my subordinates."
The two laughed and talked happily along the way, and finally at Aslan's request, Zheng Wei lent Aslan his assault rifle.
"What kind of rifle is this?" Aslan held the assault rifle in his hand and kept playing with it.
"This gun was originally called Type 81 assault rifle, but our president likes to call it Type 81 assault rifle!" Zheng Wei's answer made Aslan stunned for a moment, then he removed the magazine and took out the bullets inside to look at it.
one time.
Aslan looked at the bullet in his hand and subconsciously widened his eyes. He saw real smokeless gunpowder, not the otherworldly version of smokeless gunpowder.