I’m Still Too Weak For the Starter SSS Talent

[Smooth musket: shotgun (excellent level ★★★★)]

Attribute 1: Power +100 (penetration power)

Attribute 2: Adaptive double power increase

Attribute 3: Adaptive *10 coefficient agility increase (effective range)

Property 4: add extra level ∠+30°

Description: When this hot steel pipe is inserted into the enemy's throat, he will know what fear is.

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The first reward is to increase the horizontal angle of the diffuser muzzle. The current shotgun has a 60+30 angle of fire coverage, and the diffuser muzzle allows the shotgun to reach a maximum fire coverage of 150°∠.

This kind of self-adaptive shotgun is much more powerful and firepower than the original world.

Arburg's cold sweat slid down his forehead, and finally splashed on the black barrel of the gun.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his own soldier who was supporting him.

I feel a little settled.

Pulling open the corners of the pale mouth and exhaling deeply, the hoarse voice was like two pieces of broken glass rubbing against each other.

"You won't do that, sir."

"No way?"

"I think you don't want to be an enemy of the entire 50 district, right?"

"You don't really think you can represent the 50th district alone, do you? You are a running dog, don't you even know where you are?" Tang Zheng sneered.

A sorrow flashed in Arburg's eyes, but the barrel of the gun was on his face, and he couldn't get arrogant.

"There are at least 2,000 elites behind me, and they are all coming here." Arburg tried to threaten.

As soon as the voice fell, Tang Zheng's gun barrel moved a bit.

Move away from his face.

Arburg was delighted.

Do you finally know that you are afraid?

It seems that this kid is acquainted.

But before the thoughts in his mind fell, Tang Zheng pulled the embolism and made a crisp sound.

Aimed at the direction of Arburg's ear.

"Boom!!!"

The huge gunshot directly pierced his right eardrum, blood flowed down the auricle, and the pain made his eyebrows frown.

The hot barrel of the gun wafted out of pungent gunpowder smoke.

"There should be only 1,800 people left now." Tang Zheng said, pausing, and then he cried out loudly in his undamaged left ear.

"Now there are 1,800 people left!"

Arburg turned his head in disbelief.

The 200 elites who had just been supported from the southwest were fired by Tang Zheng's shotgun, and they were cleared by one shot!

There was a strong tremor in his eyes.

"How did you do it... with this gun?"

Captain Arburg in the original world has seen countless advanced gunfire technology.

He had seen many weapons more powerful than this one.

A shotgun was fired at a wide angle, and the supporting troops 200 meters away were killed in an instant.

this……

It's almost like a small pistol spanning a range of several kilometers, but it hits a shot of Barrett's power.

Tang Zheng did not answer, but started a new topic: "Now, connect with the person with the highest voice in your 50 districts."

"Impossible! You alone... We still have 1,800 elite troops! You are the only one..."

"Boom!!!"

"1600 left." Tang Zheng moved the barrel away from his left ear this time.

Deaf him completely, not now.

Cold sweat on Arburg's forehead continued to overflow, and on his old face, epilepsy was shaking with the flesh on his face.

It's not that he can't contact the Supreme Commander behind him.

It's just...with more than 3,000 assault soldiers, and his own 10% war horn buff blessing, 1,000 elite battle damages lost, sacrificed in the war, this is acceptable.

Because the 96 districts paid a heavier price of nearly 10,000 deaths.

War means bloodshed. Wherever there is less blood shed, it is naturally a victory.

But right now... this young and even a little too much kid... In Arburg's previous troops, this kind of kid was just a recruit who had been bullied to death.

Just such a kid, carrying a powerful and outrageous shotgun, has already killed 400 elites under him in a few breaths...

He didn't dare to report this kind of battle damage to his superiors!

Not to mention that this kid wants to connect with his superiors, he must be uneasy.

Just before Arburg hesitated, Tang Zheng's third large gunpowder round had been filled.

Click!

The cold plug pulled, right next to Arburg's left ear.

"This shot will blow your head together. I have no patience." Tang Zheng's tone gradually became impatient.

Arburg glanced diagonally at the barrel of the gun and swallowed hard.

After breathing hard like asthma, Arburg finally compromised.

Unfolding his own light curtain, he chose to connect to his boss, the current top executive officer of District 50, and the initiator of this war-Tucsonmo.

After briefly explaining the current battle situation, Arburg aimed the light curtain at Tang Zheng.

"What do you want, a young man from District 96." A vigorous and capable voice came from the other end of the light curtain.

Tucson is extremely prepared. The 3,000 elites under him are just advance troops and pathfinders.

It is best to clear the river area in District 96, not only does it matter.

He united the leaders of several other large tribes and the surrounding small tribes, and assembled a total of 100,000 troops.

And all are equipped with bronze weapons, and the elite troops have iron weapons.

Although facing an area with a population of 20 million, this force is not enough.

But you have to know how many areas of 20 million people are not prepared for combat?

And how much power can be assembled in a moment?

As long as he breaks through all the way, he takes advantage of the trend to recruit some players in the 96 area to become his own strength.

It only takes one week to level 96 districts at the fastest.

In fact, when the number of players recruited in the 96 area exceeds 2 million, there is no need to use troops from the 50 area.

A little episode happened right now.

A young man has developed the latest shotgun, which is full of deterrence.

According to the old Arburg, he can take the lives of 200 soldiers with a single shot.

But these are irrelevant.

Can he kill 200 by himself, or two thousand, twenty thousand?

Hold him symbolically, the young man naturally hasn't seen much in the world.

Ask him what he wants.

Money, beauty? Or suspend the invasion of area 96?

Is he always in need?

These can be agreed.

Anyway, what he said he promised.

Just saying yes does not mean that he will do what he said.

A kid-like character who wants to rely on his own strength to block the inevitable invasion of Area 50?

This is the funniest joke that Tucson has ever heard since his transfer.

"So, what do you need, my friend." Tucson asked again after listening to the brief silence on the other side of the light curtain.

And soon, the other side gave a reply.

The answer over there made Tucsonmo's eyes widened in disbelief.

Said the young boy.

"I want your life, now you can start running, and see if my pursuit is fast or if you run fast."

The voice fell and the light curtain was disconnected.

Tucson sat in a chair, staring blankly at the light curtain in front of him.

Soon after, he laughed instead of anger.

"Then I have to see how you killed me."

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District 96, No. 1 river area.

Crooked river.

Tang Zheng hit Arburg's temple with his muzzle.

"Call out the players in your troops who have the ability to locate."

"You are looking for a dead end!"

"Snapped!!"

Backhand, a big slap slapped Arburg's face, and his denture was spit out from the root.

"Your father's death is related to your mother! Call out to Lao Tzu the players who have positioning ability in your troops!!!"

Tang Zheng is very angry now.

Area 96 directly lost the lives of tens of thousands of players overnight.

Ten thousand battle losses have reached one-two thousandths of the regional population.

This population loss ratio is equivalent to the death of a whole street of indigenous residents in a small county.

Putting it in the original world is enough to cause shock and mourning across the country.

Even if it was placed in another world where life and death were downplayed, this loss caused countless players in District 96 to be completely irritated on the forum.

If it were not far apart, there would definitely be countless players going to support them now.

Tang Zheng never considered himself a savior.

Especially after coming to another world, his heart is a little colder than others.

To a large extent, the lives of other people have nothing to do with him.

But if you are in an area where the player is slaughtered wantonly, but you do nothing.

Then disaster will always come to him.

Moreover, in the nearly two months since coming to another world, for Tang Zheng, District 96 has gradually gained a sense of belonging.

The land here once benefited Tang Zheng.

The players here also regard him as a god.

"It used to be ridicule."

"Nowadays……

"Let me be a true **** once."

Fight for the land of birth!

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Tucson was angry and funny.

one person?

Single-handedly break into your own base camp?

Outside his base camp are soldiers with 100,000 elite troops!

He even possesses the SS-level talent madness.

Why is he?

How dare he?

At first, Tucsonmo thought he was just a threat of incompetence and rage. After all, his area was beaten to his doorstep and tens of thousands of players were killed. How did he pass if he didn't say anything harsh?

But when Tucsonmo couldn't reach any of the soldiers of the advance force, his eyes slowly became complicated.

96 area river area.

A huge ancient mecha slowly vacated into the sky.

At the foot is the place where the war broke out with corpses everywhere.

In his horrified eyes, Arburg killed all the 1,600 soldiers remaining with him.

"Lan Lan, you stay here, take care of this sister, and clean up the battlefield by the way."

Tang Zheng's voice was transmitted through the ancient **** mecha device.

Below, the young woman holding the child knelt on her knees facing the direction where the mecha was flying.

Kowtowing thank you very sincerely.

"Hero, thank you! May God bless you forever."

"Hero? I'm not a hero, I'm just an ordinary person with a little special power."

The voice rang through the night sky accompanied by a huge engine roar.

Immediately afterwards, the ancient mechanical **** burst out a sonic boom!

"Om!!!"

The air was torn apart.

The huge mecha dissipated in the night sky in an instant, almost at a speed hard to catch with the naked eye.

Only two scarlet flame trails remained.

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Area 50.

River field.

Before Tucson's camp.

There were a hundred thousand soldiers ready to go, and a neat array of troops lined up in front of the barracks for several kilometers.

As long as he gives an order, they will board the boat and invade the 96th area along the river.

But he was not in a hurry.

Hands intertwined on the table, quietly waiting for the kid who uttered wild words in Area 96 to come and die.

If it was someone else, Tucson would not necessarily take care of him.

But it can lead the world to produce a smoothbore musket, and the area is 96 area.

This player, in addition to the low-key stalker, will not have a second person.

As the current world number one.

He still has to give this respect.

Otherwise, I am too arrogant.

"Come on, I can't wait to see you peeing on your pants when you are scared by my 100,000 troops."

The voice just fell.

A sonic boom resounded like thunder from the sky.

"Snapped!!!"

A mecha device, like a small fighter jet, swept in at the speed.

But he stopped suddenly with an incomprehensible slowdown, and hovered in the air.

The sonic boom that violently rubbed against the air at the time of a sudden stop sounded loudly and resounded across the sky.

Countless soldiers below looked up.

The mecha slowly fell, and at a few meters in height, a young man turned over and jumped out of the cockpit of the mecha.

"Papa."

After landing steadily, Tang Zheng turned his palm and carried the smooth-bore shotgun on his shoulder.

Tucson walked out of the barracks and slowly came to the front of the camp.

"With your gun? Or the mecha behind you?"

"Have you ever seen the 100,000 army behind me?"

"The number one in the world is so ignorant, I can't help but laugh."

"Even if you have the most advanced technology, how many can you kill with a single shot?"

"200?"

"Then you need to shoot 500 shots to kill everyone in front of you."

Tucson's voice fell, and a roar of laughter broke out in the army.

Without it, it's just that this power gap is too great, and the funny feeling it brings, can't help but make people laugh.

Someone in the barracks had something good, and turned on the light curtain to take this picture, and synchronized it to his own forum.

In an instant, countless players came to watch.

[No way, no way? The disabled in 96 districts run to our 50 districts to show off? ]

[Your home is almost gone, silly batch! Still on this show! Is it amazing to be number one in the world? ]

[idiot! This is the most self-reliant player I have ever seen! ]

[War is inevitable, low-civilized areas should accept the entry of high-civilized areas, and we will teach you low-level primitives very well: D]

Not only in District 50, players in other regions who have the talent for channel information transmission have also reposted this live post to the forum in their own district.

Nearly most of the players in the region are titled [One enemy 100,000? Let you see what the world’s first power/laugh/laugh] posts are attracted to.

The number of players watching this battle is increasing.

Tucson sneered and yelled and waved vigorously.

"kill him!!!"

"kill!!!!!!!!"

A roar like thunder broke out from the camp.

On the ground level, a densely packed black army like a dark cloud crossing the border, holding up all kinds of weapons in their hands, charging towards Tang Zheng!

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building!

The battle line that stretched for several kilometers was quickly closed, and the ground of the nearby area was trembling faintly by the sound of footsteps.

The broken hair in front of Tang Zheng's forehead swayed with the squally wind caused by the approaching crowd~www.readwn.com~ The clothes corner sang and hunted.

His sturdy body stood straight like a javelin.

Turning his left hand, he offered a sickle burning with flames, his right hand suddenly lifted up, and the shotgun in mid-air made a ‘click’ on the smooth bore of the shotgun.

In front of him, five giant puppets with metallic luster emerged one after another.

In their hands, a burning sickle and a shotgun of nothingness were transformed.

Putting on the same posture as Tang Zheng.

The built-in ability of the steel puppet: war imitation!

"All the players in Area 96, you can always believe...fur." ​​Tang Zheng squeezed a whirl of upwards from the corner of his mouth, blowing up the hair on his forehead, and with a trace of jokes and cold eyes, he spoke slowly.

"Your god."