Chapter 510 CXLIV New Era

Chapter 510 CXLIV. New Era

Micah took out the magic rifle, inserted blue crystal into the energy inlay, and pressed the lever to close the sealing gear tightly to prevent the arcane energy reaction device inside from exploding.

Now all the guns on the market in the Western Continent are bullpup structures. For stability, Micah crawled on the wind-eroded rock to set up the gun.

After careful counting, the geological survey team, which looked very gentle, had a total of four people, and the escort team had a total of eight army soldiers, all wearing light armor with high mobility and holding a type of gun that Micah had never seen before.

As early as decades ago, the firearms developed by the warlocks of the Tower Alliance had reached the level of the mid-nineteenth century on Earth, or even far exceeded it.

The drawings of the burst firearms had been designed long ago, but the processing technology and materials of the gas chamber recoil spring were a problem.

Because the magic energy industry was too powerful, the burst firearms were actually a bit backward. These inventions that could benefit ordinary people and make them want to usurp the throne were naturally shelved.

Until the military factory in the New City Industrial Zone of the Imperial Capital, the lathe and parts finishing technology had matured and had the conditions to produce a burst rifle.

But the decision of the Alan court was to put it into military use, but not to mass-produce it, and try not to produce excess.

The Alan army already has a huge advantage. The power of the heavy firepower weapons guided by magic energy far exceeds the invention of Akasa's retainer, Lagran.

Lagran and his team are nominally retainers of Akasa and are dominated by Akasa.

There is no need for weapons that can enable civilians to reverse the decline in street fighting. Once this kind of firepower is invested on a large scale and copied, the biggest beneficiary is the mud legs.

The disadvantage of the military government is that in a society where everything is said by force, there are always people who are unwilling to be lonely.

Of course, in the Western Continent with secret training and arcane magic, this invention is better than nothing for those who are really capable.

But there is also the risk of exacerbating unrest, and be wary of the rise of some dangerous ideologies.

The firepower of magic guns is a dimensionality reduction attack on the firepower of new guns.

But the good thing about new guns is that they are extremely cheap. After the spare parts can be processed, the cost of making a gun is not much different from a hot pot meal. For magic guns, it is not a Jiang Wei attack. Just kill them randomly and hang them on the fan. Round Fuck.

The scholars who don’t have many gold dragons on them have nothing to do after eating, so they just like to think about it. I think about the military and political changes in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. If I give him a musket, he may still be in awe. If I give him a new gun, I will directly call friends immediately. That’s it.

In short, this is not Lagrande’s most valuable invention. The king’s respect for him is reflected in his economic value. The successful passage of the train has made Alan path-dependent.

The military force does not need you, the emperor has his own choice.

The most important blood vessels of the empire are communication and transportation. It is more important than anything else to build a communication network and means of transportation covering the whole country.

Anyway.

Now Micah, who was lying on the wind-eroded rock, was a little unconfident. The magic rifle given to him by the deceased commander must be a good product worth about ten gold dragons.

This magic rifle was also made of metal. It was accurate, powerful, and could be fired continuously without reloading. The effective range was also more than one thousand meters.

He looked at the Alan soldiers below. Is Alan so rich now that everyone has a magic rifle?

It's not that Micah doesn't know the goods, but the consensus of the Western Continent is that all metal-made products are magic-guided, and smoothbore rifles are a combination of wooden stocks and metal gun bodies.

"Don't scream."

Micah was thinking about the problem. Now it was a life-and-death moment. Carrie was still breathing.

The solid granular iron rod made him completely silent.

Micah looked gloomy. He rarely took the initiative to kill people. He was often forced to do so. He would have no choice if he met them in a boarding battle or a gang fight.

If Li Site was here, he would have chopped them all off.

As a royal knight, he must also be aware.

Micah has no fraternal feelings towards the Alans. When he was an official in Dawn Harbor, those people with faces as ugly as human beings only wanted to stick a sanitary napkin on his face.

Being a hangman is not a good job, and forensic doctors are also civil servants. In the political environment of Alan, the bitches from the former gendarmerie come to find fault every now and then. Give him a few silver coins to have a few good meals and prostitutes, and then leave immediately.

Micah can be said to have been resentful for a long time.

One group is fishing for goods, and the other group is loading goods. Strangers should stay away, and acquaintances should get out of the way. Alan officials shoot in the head, and the military, police, and special agents are even more teabags. They stand on your head and press the Ctrl key crazily to squat.

Not to mention, this is for Su Yizana.

Kill the threatening soldiers first, and these academics must be questioned.

The good thing about magic guns is that there is a little noise during the braking process, but it can't be heard at all ten meters away. The firing is also silent, and there is no explosion when the firing pin hits the bullet primer.

An Arlan soldier was strolling leisurely when his neck was pierced by an arcane missile that was braked by magic energy. Blood spurted out from the broken part like a geyser, and half of his head fell to the ground and rolled several times.

The Arlan Army, the Imperial Army, and the military police who came to Linden City to brush up their resumes last year were not at the same level in terms of combat capabilities.

The other seven soldiers reacted immediately and determined the direction of the shooting. The new type of firearms they held looked like Browning automatic rifles, and could be used as light machine guns with tripods. The difference was that they were made of metal, all black, with a capacity of 20 rounds, and a very fast firing rate.

When the machine gun swept over the wind-eroded rock, Micah evaded in advance, and everyone was stunned when they heard the noise. What was going on?

The rain of bullets was free and they went upstream, but Micah had the advantage of high ground and was able to avoid it completely.

This noise could only be made by five musketeers. It seemed that there were only seven people on the other side?

Carrie, who was satisfied with Micah's spell iron, also noticed the noise.

She went to the burial wasteland three hundred years ago. She was surprised by Micah's magic rifle before, and now this thing opened her eyes even more.

It's just that even if there were another ten thousand of these things, it wouldn't pose a threat to her life form. She just found it interesting.

Among the four academics in charge of geological survey, there was a delicate and pretty woman. They had never seen such a commotion before, so they all found rock shelters and hid themselves, leaving the soldiers to deal with it.

"Bell is dead, damn resistance!"

"How could there be an attack on the high ground? We should have surveyed it before."

"Be careful, it's not an ordinary person. It can only be that someone climbed up the wind-eroded rock at a very fast speed. He is very skilled."

The seven soldiers were on full alert, quickly dispersed and surrounded the wind-eroded rock. Micah was killed in seconds when he showed his head.

Micah's heartbeat quickened. What on earth were those things? Send out a division of troops to deal with me.

Sensing Micah's danger.

"That kind of thing is useless to me. This is not a desert area. The speed of energy dissipation is not that fast. I can help you, just let me out."

Carrie bewitched Micah.

"Shut up, bitch."

Micah remembered the kindness of the captain, and this succubus must be given to General Finn for careful study.

Now that he had an opponent, he wanted to try and see what would happen if he could use the power of this spell tattoo to its fullest extent.

He immediately stopped talking nonsense, stood up, and jumped down from the wind-eroded rock.