There are many weapons, but very little energy. No, it can no longer be described as less. Although it is not even a little bit, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as almost none.
Bergobold stood in front of the huge particle destruction cannon barrel, spreading his arms wide: "Dongchen, look at it, look at this cannon, he can blast that damn city into ruins with just one shot, but
Energy. Damn, there's no energy here."
Powerful weapons naturally require powerful energy. Although the base in front of you is not as good as the space dock of the past, it is still worthy of being placed on the ground. At least Bergbird discovered many strategic weapons here.
A magnetic cloud generator that can trigger small-scale cumulonimbus clouds and form thunderstorms. A flame-blasting cannon that can destroy a medium-sized city with one shot. And... there are many, many weapons of this type.
With them, any organization can challenge the world.
But, energy! Damn energy. Eight hundred years ago, humans have burnt out all the energy. Nowadays, these things are of no use except to remember the past. Even a cannon with the smallest power needs to use the equivalent of thousands of amethysts.
The total energy of the elements is enough.
Amethyst Yuan is the most advanced energy source in the world. It is a substance that is only spread at the top of society and can even be described as a legend. You can make a fortune with just one of these things, let alone thousands of them?
He has a thousand amethyst dollars, and I can buy an entire city.
Listening to Bergobold's extremely angry shouting, Dongchen raised his ears and blew his fingers: "Don't get angry, and keep searching. There is no way that there is nothing useful in such a big base."
That's right, it's impossible for such a large base to be empty of things.
Risking being buried at any time, a group of people worked as gophers for a whole week, and the craziest one, Sock Laoyue, even had food and accommodation there.
Dig, dig to death, dig with all your might.
Hard work will always pay off. No one will understand why ancient weapons appear in such a base, but he does appear.
There is a whole large warehouse full of guns and ammunition, artillery, machine guns, grenades, and a lot of them. Thanks to the master Bergobold, otherwise I would not be able to recognize them.
Dongchen held an oversized silver-white revolver in his hand and aimed it around. The revolver, which was half the size of a fist, only had three loading holes.
The enhanced version of the M500 with one shot and three shots is a unique weapon that can fire 12.7cm armor-piercing violent bullets. In those days, special equipment was required to use this thing. Usually a person could only fire two shots, one for each hand. As for why there is a third one?
Bullet holes, in Bergbod's words, are more of a deterrent than a practical one.
boom!
Without the seemingly weird auxiliary equipment, Dongchen could just shoot in the distance with his hand.
A huge force on the shoulder brought about a thunderous sound. Bergbird, who almost fell to the ground, looked up at the rustling roof of the shed, and angrily shook his fist and cursed: "You want to die?"
Don't hold me back, do you know you almost buried everyone?"
Forehead……
"It's just a test." Dongchen raised the back of his hand and rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "This gun is too shot, the speed is not enough, the sound is too loud, and the power is not good."
"Fart." Bergobold jumped angrily: "How much stronger do you want gunpowder weapons to be? Do you understand this is the gap between civilizations? Two eras, a whole gap between two eras."
"I don't care about civilization or era, this gun is really too broken." The m500 that was thrown bounced twice and fell to the ground, and the newly wiped gun surface was stained with floating dust again.
Bergobold stared at it silently for a long time, and his angry eyes turned into deep sadness: "Elimination..."
History always alternates between progress and elimination, the transition between the new and the old, and the melody of fate.
Are gunpowder weapons really useless?
No!
Today, when energy weapons are scarce, gunpowder weapons will surely return. Although they do not have speed, although they do not have power, they can have quantity.
It doesn't matter if you can't hit the moving ones, just hit the fixed ones. Bergobold looked at Dongchen and smiled strangely: "Wind, strong wind."
Suddenly turning around and staring at Bergobold, Dongchen's eyes moved down little by little, and finally fixed on the M500 in the dust, and uttered four words one by one: "Qin, Army, Arrow, Formation!"
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"If we have a hundred people and a hundred guns, we don't need any aiming, we just need to shoot straight ahead." Bergobald waved his arms enthusiastically: "I don't know if the earth-level strong ones can survive?
However, there can only be one fate for human-level and elementary-level people. They will be torn into pieces by the torrent of steel."
Countless bullets pierced the night sky, and rows of enemies exploded one after another. Dongchen's heart pounded loudly: "According to the original plan, I wanted to drag Obama's gang of gangsters back to seize some territory. Now we have
Without them, we can go faster."
"Yes, faster." Bergobold looked sinister, and the two guys, filled with hatred in their hearts, laughed ferociously.
After a long time, Bergobold, who was going crazy enough, squeezed out two words through his teeth: "Inner city."
"Yes, we need to return to the inner city." Dongchen bent down to pick up the m500 from the dust and blew it, then picked it up with his thumb and turned it around: "High-class man, hehe. Bergbird,
What is our current level?"
"Trash." Bergobold took a cigarette from his head and held it in his mouth: "In their eyes, we are just a bunch of trash, nothing more."
"They will regret it." Dongchen raised his gun and aimed into the distance, and let out two gunshots.
Bergobald's eyes flashed coldly: "Yes, they will regret it. They will never know what I found here."
"Blow them up directly?" Dongchen glanced at the label next to Bergbird. The three weird black and yellow symbols had a soul-catching charm.
Shaking his head quickly, Bergobold took a cigarette out of his curls and held it in his mouth: "No, what we need is possession, not destruction. Not all bad people are there."
"There is no difference between bad guys and good guys to me." Dongchen gritted his teeth and veins popped out in the hand holding the gun.
"But for Anne." He flicked the lighter open with his finger, put the flaming flame to his mouth, and took a deep breath.
The choking smoke fills the air...
The smoke gradually burns to the end...
In the silence, Dongchen suddenly said: "It's very troublesome."
The flying cigarette butts flew into the distance, falling into a cloud of dust and disappearing. Bergobold's eyes shone brightly. "You never seem to be afraid of trouble?"
With a somewhat self-deprecating tone, Dongchen slowly looked at the lines on his palms and raised the corners of his mouth sarcastically: "It's not that I'm not afraid of trouble, but that this world is inherently troublesome."
"Then do you want to do it?"
"Do it!" Dong Chen tilted his head with a firm gaze, and smiled evilly: "Why not do it? This does not conflict with my goal."