Because of the huge impact, the puppets staggered around, but they obviously would not be killed by bows and arrows, but such an impact would cause some damage.
As for the puppet robots holding weapons, they still had no choice but to point their weapons at their opponents and let the arrows they shot pierce their bodies.
The next second, these puppets fell to the ground, and then they tried to struggle to get up, but were trampled under the feet of the soldiers who rushed over.
Like those puppets of their predecessors many years ago, their arms were chopped off by the sword, their shoulders were chopped off, and their heads were chopped into pieces.
Then, finally, when these puppets lay motionless on the ground without any reaction, these border soldiers wearing light armor finally stopped their attacks.
"Ha...ha...Sir, they...they are not human!" A young man who finally came to his senses and recovered his brain from the killing looked at the wreckage in front of him in surprise.
That is indeed not a corpse, it should be said that it is just a pile of chopped and broken wood. Because these puppet robots are consumables, they do not use much steel. Most of the parts are made of cheap wood materials.
However, these pieces of wood are covered with inscriptions. If you look at them completely, they are still very beautiful things.
After all, the finishing process of the Alandhill Empire is very powerful. Chris had successfully raised the industrial level of the Alandhill Empire to a higher level through Nuwa's electronic computer more than a year ago.
"It seems... they are more evil than we imagined." The leading officer also realized that they seemed to have killed something remarkable.
These things from the sky have no blood. If we say they are powerful, they were taken down so easily. But if we say they are weak, they are not afraid of bows and arrows and have struggled for so long.
"Quick! Pack up this place! We have to take everything away!" Finally, remembering that time waits for no one, the captain gave the order.
He wanted to take everything back to the imperial capital and let the clergy and ministers there judge what these things from the divine light were.
"This thing is really heavy!" A young soldier picked up the matte black P90 submachine gun from the ground, held the weapon in a very unconventional posture, and looked at it curiously.
A soldier next to him looked at the weapon up and down, and put his eyes on the muzzle of the P90 submachine gun, as if he wanted to see some clues from the hole.
Several people standing beside them were hurriedly putting the remains of some puppet robots into their deliberately empty luggage.
A person held the head of the puppet robot and looked at the camera on it that no longer worked.
"The people from the Rock Empire are coming soon! It's not very safe here! We need to leave quickly! Sir!" A soldier standing on the hill looking out hurried over and shouted out of breath.
"Check and take away everything here!" The captain ordered with a wave of his hand as he saw his men putting the last bits and pieces into their backpacks.
Then a soldier next to him wanted to put the P90 submachine gun he picked up last into his backpack.
His finger pressed on the trigger, immediately starting the loaded weapon.
"Thud, thud, thud!" The intensive gunshots suddenly startled birds of all sizes in the forest. The P90 bullet penetrated the backpack, leaving a hole in it.
The other soldier standing next to this soldier was beaten into a sieve and fell straight to the ground without making any sound.
"Damn it! What did you do!" The captain was so frightened by the scene in front of him that his voice was trembling.
Until now, he still didn't understand what all this was about. When he staggered to the side of the fallen soldier, he only saw that the soldier's breastplate was full of holes, and the blood couldn't stop flowing from those soldiers.
Spewing out of the hole.
"Oh my God! Damn it!" He knelt down on one knee, hoping to figure out what his men had experienced. But when his hands touched the blood, he was stunned by the horror before him.
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Now, he finally realized that it was the strange weapon stuffed into the backpack that was inexplicably triggered, causing this tragedy.
"The damn thing was touched! Don't move!" The captain quickly warned his soldiers. He didn't care about the unlucky guy who was already lying on the ground. He stood up and walked to the soldier who was still carrying a P90 submachine gun.
in front of me.
He carefully observed the P90 assault rifle, and then relied on his memory to try to fit the specially shaped grip on the weapon that was deliberately left for the palm of his hand.
Immediately afterwards, he succeeded. Only then did he realize how much this thing fits a person's holding habits. Holding this weapon is more comfortable than holding a long sword.
Because he had a correct grip, he naturally pointed the muzzle of the weapon at the soldier who had just fired.
The captain, who didn't realize what was wrong, put his finger on the trigger and looked at this terrible weapon carefully.
Then, he felt a huge force impact on his shoulder, and a series of gunshots rang out again. The soldier standing opposite him who had misfired before, unfortunately fell down clutching his chest this time.
"..." Until his death, he never figured out whether the captain deliberately used him to test the damn weapon, or whether the captain also misfired.
The second person fell, finally making everyone realize the danger of this weapon. At this time, the captain also figured out the general method of using this weapon.
However, the price was too high... Although he figured out the general usage of this weapon, it cost him two lives.
"Damn! Damn!" He cursed, and then stopped touching the "switch" under his index finger. Finally, under the nervous urging of his men, he still asked someone to take the two newly created corpses and leave together.
Got here.
He wants to take these things and the corpse back, study them carefully, and figure out many things that he has not figured out yet.
"This is not a good thing!" After getting on the horse of the imperial capital, the captain muttered to himself: "They have such powerful weapons... but they don't attack. This... is not a good thing!
