【Smoothbore Musket: Shotball (Excellent Level ★★★★)】

Attribute 1: Power +100 (penetrating power)

Attribute 2: Adaptive double the 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 diffusion muzzle. The current shotgun has an angle of 60+30 firepower coverage, while the diffusion muzzle can reach a firepower coverage of 150°∠.

This adaptive shotgun has much greater power and firepower than the native world.

Aborg's cold sweat slid down his forehead and finally dripped onto the black painted barrel.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw his own soldiers who were supporting him.

I feel a little calm in my heart.

After pulling open the corners of his pale mouth and breathing a deep breath, the hoarse voice rubbed each other like two broken glass.

"You won't do that, sir."

"Not what?"

"I think you are not willing to be enemies with the entire 50th zone, right?"

"Don't you really think that you can represent District 50 alone, do you? You are just a lackey. Do you not even understand your own positioning?" Tang Zheng sneered.

A hint of anger flashed in Aborg's eyes, but the barrel of the gun was pressed against his face, so he couldn't be arrogant.

"There are at least 2,000 elite soldiers behind me, and they are all rushing here." Abolger tried to threaten.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the barrel of the gun in Tang Zheng's hand move a little.

Removed from his face.

Arborg was delighted.

Do you finally know you're scared?

It seems that this kid is aware of his appearance.

But before the thoughts were lost in his mind, Tang Zheng pulled the plug and made a crisp "click".

Aimed at the direction of Abger's ear.

"Bang!!!"

The huge gunshot directly pierced his right eardrum, and blood flowed out along his ears, and the pain made him frown.

Widths of pungent smoke drifted from the hot barrel.

"Now there should be only 1,800 people left." Tang Zheng said, paused, and then leaned into his intact left ear and said loudly.

"There are 1,800 people left now!"

Aborg turned his head in disbelief.

The 200 elite soldiers who had just supported him in the southwest were fired by Tang Zheng's shotgun and wiped out with one shot!

A strong tremor appeared in his eyes.

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

Captain Aborg from the native world has seen countless advanced gun fire technology.

He has also seen many weapons that are even more powerful than this shot.

But a shotgun was fired at a wide angle, and the support troops on his side, which were 200 meters away, were shot dead in an instant.

this……

It was like a small pistol that spanned a few kilometers of range, but it shot Barrett's power.

Tang Zheng did not answer, but started a new topic: "Now, the person who connects you with the highest voice in District 50."

"Impossible! Just you alone... we still have 1,800 elite troops! It's up to you alone..."

"Bang!!!"

"There are 1,600 left." Tang Zheng pulled the barrel away from his left ear this time.

It's not the moment that he has completely deafened him.

Cold sweat continued to overflow on Abger's forehead, and the aged face shook with the flesh on his face.

He is not the supreme commander behind him.

But... with more than 3,000 raid soldiers and his own 10% war horn buff blessing, the 1,000 elite war losses were lost and they were killed in the war, which is acceptable.

Because District 96 paid a more tragic price of nearly 10,000 deaths.

War means bleeding, and wherever there is less blood, it is naturally considered victory.

But now... this young and even a little overly-executed boy... In Aborg's previous troops, this boy was just a bullied recruit.

Such a boy, carrying an incredible shotgun, had killed 400 elite soldiers under his command in just a few breaths...

He didn't dare to report such a war to his superiors at all!

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

Just as Aborg was hesitating, Tang Zheng's third large gunpowder bullet had been filled.

Click!

The cold embolization pull was right next to Abger's left ear.

"This shot will blow your head together. I don't have the patience." Tang Zheng's tone gradually became impatient.

Aborg glanced at the gun bar and swallowed hard.

After breathing hard like asthma, Aborg finally compromised.

He expanded his light curtain and chose to connect his superiors, the current highest executive officer in District 50 and the initiator of the war - Tussenmo.

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

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

Tussommo was extremely prepared. The 3,000 elite troops under his command were just advance troops and were exploring the way.

It is best to clear the river field in Area 96, and it doesn’t matter if you can kill it.

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

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

Although facing an area with a population of 20 million, this amount of troops is not enough to be stuck between the teeth.

But you should know, how many areas with a population of 20 million are not considered combat readiness forces?

And how much power can be gathered in a short time?

As long as he breaks through all the way, he will recruit some players in Zone 96 to become his own strength.

It takes only one week to level the 96th zone.

In fact, when the power of the 96th zone players recruited exceeds 2 million, there is no need to use troops from the 50th zone.

A small episode has happened now.

A young man has developed the latest shotgun, which is very deterrent.

According to Old Abolg, he could take away the lives of 200 soldiers with one shot.

But none of these matters.

He can kill 200 people by himself, and he can kill 2,000 people or 20,000 people?

Symbolically stabilize him, the young man naturally had never seen any world.

Ask him what he wants.

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

He always needs it, right?

All of these can be agreed.

Anyway, he promised whatever he said.

If you agree, it doesn't mean you will do what he said.

A little kid-like character who wants to rely on his own efforts to block the full invasion of Zone 50?

This is the funniest joke Tucson Mo has heard since he moved.

"So, what do you need, my friend." Listening to the brief silence over the light curtain, Tusenmo asked again.
To be continued...