One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety-Six Is ​​Not a Good Thing

Because of the huge impact, the puppets staggered to and fro, but they obviously would not be killed by bows and arrows, but such an impact would cause some damage to some degree.

And those puppet robots with weapons still had no choice but to point the weapons in their hands at their opponents, allowing the feathered arrows they shot to stick on their bodies.

In the next second, these puppets fell to the ground, and then they tried to struggle to get up, but they were stepped on by the soldiers who rushed over.

Like the puppets of the predecessors many years ago, they were chopped off by the long sword, their arms were chopped off, their shoulders were cut off, and their heads were chopped off.

Then, finally, these puppets lay motionless on the ground, and when there was no reaction at all, these frontier soldiers in light armor finally stopped the attack in their hands.

"Heh...heh... my lord, 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.

It was indeed not a corpse, it should be said that it was just a pile of chopped and broken wood. Because these puppet robots are consumables, the steel used on their bodies is not much. Most of the parts are made of cheap wood materials.

It's just that the wood is covered with inscriptions, and if you look at it in its entirety, it's still a very exquisite thing.

After all, the finishing process of the Alan Hill Empire is very powerful. Chris has successfully raised the industrial level of the Alan Hill Empire to a higher level through Nuwa's electronic computer more than a year ago.

"It seems...they are even more evil than we imagined." The leading officer also realized that they seemed to have killed something extraordinary.

These things from the sky don't have blood. If they are strong, they were taken away so easily, but if they are weak, they can struggle for so long without being afraid of bows and arrows.

"Quick! Pack up here! We have to take everything away!" Finally, remembering the captain who was waiting for no one, he gave an order.

He wants to take all the things back to the imperial capital, and let the clergy and ministers there judge what these things from the divine light are.

"This thing is really heavy!" A young soldier picked up the dumb black P90 submachine gun from the ground, held the weapon in a very unsuitable posture, and looked at it curiously.

A soldier beside 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 something from the hole.

The few people standing beside them are hastily putting the wreckage of some puppet robots into the luggage they deliberately emptied.

A person held the head of the puppet robot and looked at the camera above that was no longer working.

"People from the Panshi Empire are coming soon! It's not safe here! We have to leave quickly! My lord!" A soldier standing on the hill watching rushed over and shouted out of breath.

"Check and take everything here!" The captain ordered with a wave of his hand when he saw his men put the last bits and pieces into their backpacks.

Then a soldier beside him wanted to put the last P90 submachine gun he picked up into his backpack.

His finger was on the trigger, and the loaded weapon started working at once.

"Thuk chug!" The dense gunshots startled all the birds, big and small, in the woods. The P90 bullet pierced 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 a sound.

"Damn it! What did you do!" The captain was so frightened by the scene in front of him that his voice trembled.

He still hasn't figured out what all this is all about. When he staggered to the side of the fallen soldier,

All I saw was that the soldier's breastplate was full of holes, and the blood couldn't stop gushing out of those holes.

"My God! Damn it!" He knelt down on one knee, hoping to find out what happened to his subordinates. But when his hands touched the blood, he was stunned by the tragedy in front of him.

Now, he finally realized that it was the weird weapon that was stuffed into the backpack that was triggered inexplicably, causing this tragedy.

"Touch that damn thing! Don't move around!" The captain hurriedly warned his soldiers, ignoring the unlucky guy who was already lying on the ground, he stood up and walked over to the soldier who was still carrying a P90 submachine gun in front of you.

He took a closer look at the P90 assault rifle, and then used his hands to use his memory to try to fit the special shape of the weapon that was deliberately reserved for the palm of the hand.

Immediately afterwards, he succeeded, and 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 of the correct grip, he naturally pointed the muzzle of the weapon at the soldier who had gone off fire just now.

The captain, who also 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 hit his shoulder, and a series of gunshots rang out again. The soldier standing opposite him who had gone off before fell down this time unfortunately, clutching his chest.

"..." Until he died, he didn't want to understand whether the captain deliberately used him to experiment with that damn weapon, or whether the captain also went off.

The second man fell, finally making everyone aware of 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, what he paid was two fresh human lives.

"Damn it! Damn it!" he cursed, and stopped touching the "switch" under his index finger. Finally, under the nervous urging of his subordinates, he still let people leave here with the two newly created corpses.

He wants to take these things and the corpse back, study them carefully, and figure out many things that he hasn't figured out until now.

"This is not a good thing!" After stepping on the horse to the imperial capital, the captain muttered to himself: "They have such powerful weapons...but they don't attack, this...is not a good thing! "

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