Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 21 The Final Winner

"Don't worry, I will avenge you."

He grabbed the corpse as a cover and observed the balance of power between the two sides.

In the empty parking lot, there are 32 left for the red side, and [-] for the black side, and the black side is at a big disadvantage.

As a third party, of course he had to balance the situation for them.

Lu Mingfei tentatively fired a few bullets, all of which were empty.

This is not surprising, the last time he used such a primitive weapon was more than 1000 years ago.

And although the technology is equally primitive, the firearms transformed by the hive gangs are bigger and more powerful.

However, after all, he is a veteran who has been shooting for more than 1000 years. After a dozen test shots, Lu Mingfei regained the feeling he had back then.

The bullets were fired in three bursts, attacking the soldiers on the red side.

After thirty rounds were fired, the ratio of the two sides reached ten to ten.

"Perfect."

He is very satisfied with his precise control.

"There are still masters!"

"Where did it come from?"

The two sides quickly discovered something was wrong, and quickly locked on Lu Mingfei.

"gone."

Before he was set on fire, he picked up another corpse as a shield and ran away, and picked up an HK416 automatic rifle by the way.

This Hk416 is a sniper type with a long barrel. Its accuracy is definitely not comparable to that of a serious sniper rifle, but it is much better than that of the M4A1.

Lu Mingfei turned his head and shot twice, killing two who were about to shoot rockets at him.

Then another shot knocked out the last grenade.

With all the heavy firepower eliminated, the game soon came to an end.

He lifted Chu Zihang up, laid him down on the soft grass, and then returned to the parking lot.

At this time, he was the only one standing in the center of the battlefield,

"Come to the final battle."

Lu Mingfei waved his hands towards the two base camps, and then threw away the gun in his hand.

After a while, two men came out at the same time.

A blonde with blue eyes exuding the arrogance of a king.

A black-haired gray-eyed man with eyes as hard as steel.

"Who are you? I don't remember having such a strong shooter in the academy."

The blond man spoke Chinese, his tone was cold but not indifferent.

"Lu Mingfei, I just entered school today."

he replied.

"Freshmen? Joseph, you Lionheart Club are ashamed."

The blond man mocked the gray-eyed man.

"Caesar, your student union is the same."

The gray-eyed man retorted.

"Let's finish this game."

Lu Mingfei interrupted their bickering.

"How are you going to play?"

asked Joseph.

"Let's compare swords."

He looked at the weapons at their waists.

"Sword contest? Not a bad idea."

Caesar pulled out a half-meter-long hunting knife, and the black knife was branded with golden patterns.

"Okay, who will come first?"

Joseph also drew out his saber, which was slender and without a guard.

"I mean, you guys go together."

Lu Mingfei said with a smile on his hands.

"You are underestimated, Caesar."

"You're not the same, Joseph."

The two laughed at each other, but they didn't intend to fight.
The strong have their own pride, playing a game is not two against one.

"Game over, I won."

Lu Mingfei suddenly laughed.

"Although I don't hate confident people, are you doing something wrong?"

Caesar raised an eyebrow.

"No, I guessed right."

He picked up a "corpse" with his foot, and a suitcase with a yellow and black logo was flashing.

"One hand, you won."

Caesar flatly admitted defeat, and Joseph nodded silently.

"Try to eliminate the enemy with long-range strikes first, and then consider close combat."

Lu Mingfei pointed out.

The Crimson Star battle group is a ship-strike battle group, flexible in action and powerful in firepower, coupled with the difficulty of replenishing personnel, so it has formed a combat style of covering with firepower first, and then interspersed with charges.

Of course, this does not mean that they are not good at close combat.

Those Chaos Daemons hacked back into the Warp by chainaxes and power scythes will attest to this.

"You won this time, and I look forward to the next match."

Caesar smiled and turned away.

Joseph nodded and turned to leave.

The mixed races are all proud, and as the best of the mixed races, their pride is super doubled.

Lu Mingfei didn't care either. Among the interstellar warriors, they were much more proud than them. Even the elders couldn't make them completely tame.

The sonorous and powerful march sounded suddenly, and the campus radio that had been silent for a long time woke up like a dream.

The door of an unknown building opened, and doctors and nurses swarmed out, carrying suitcases with school badges.

Lu Mingfei quietly watched the doctors take out the syringes to inject the corpses, as if they were doing a last-ditch first aid in the field.

A little old man with a shining bald head and thin round gold-rimmed glasses came over, covered his nose and mouth with a handkerchief and sighed.

The more bullet holes he passed, the more affectionate his sigh.

He walked up to Lu Mingfei, looked him up and down and said.

"Are you a freshman?"

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"I'm Professor Manstein of the Disciplinary Committee! As a current student, they don't put their studies first when they enter school, but they participate in this kind of boring game. Is it fun? Is it fun?"

The little old man became more and more angry, pointing to the shell-cratered facade of the building and feeling bitter.

"It's all money, it's all money!"

He screamed like a second-rate dealer who had stockpiled dozens of tons of tactical nuclear graphics cards and was burned to the ground.

Lu Mingfei backed away without showing a trace, lest Professor Manstein's aggressive saliva splash on his face.

He'd do the same with the Space Wolves, whose saliva was even poisoned with alcohol.

"Don't mind, Professor Manstein is a good friend of mine. He is just a little greedy for money. I will let him take care of you more academically."

Someone patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder from behind and said, when he looked back, it was Professor Guderian who had been shot to death.

"Don't be scared, it's just a real CS game. Today is the college's 'Freedom Day', students can act freely without being punished by school rules."

Professor Guderian laughed.

"No. But I'm curious how it's done."

Lu Mingfei said.

"You mean the effect of the dead? It's very simple. This is a kind of alchemy equipment called Friga Bullet."

Professor Guderian took out a bullet from his pocket and gave it to him. The bullet was blood-like crimson.

"Friga is the wife of the Lord God Odin in Norse mythology. In order to protect her son Baldr, the God of Light, she made everything in the world swear not to harm the God of Light."

Professor Guderian went on to popularize science.

"This kind of alchemy warhead is used in this allusion. When it hits the target, it will quickly shatter and vaporize. It will not hurt people, but will only leave traces like blood. It is mixed with a small amount of anesthetic, which will make people unconscious immediately. .”

Lu Mingfei slapped the bullet on the hole in his clothes, and the seemingly hard bullet instantly shattered into a cloud of blood mist.

"Look, it is."

Professor Guderian was about to speak, but suddenly he rolled his eyes and fell down again.

Before he passed out completely, he gave Lu Mingfei a resentful look.

(End of this chapter)