However, most of the first batch of bullets only fired balls of smoke and dust dozens of meters in front of the rats. Obviously, machine guns without aiming devices cannot accurately strike the enemy.

The occasional jumps also flew towards the ceiling a hundred meters above the underground fortress, without flying towards the rats who were still marching.

Fortunately, the green light carried by the trace amount of dimensional stone energy left a faint flash of green track in the air, which made Esky shake the direction of the machine gun smoothly and let the new bullets fly in the direction they should go.

The impacted steel cones emitted by one dimensional stone exciter after another were swirling and pushed out in the rifled barrel. The conical bullets rotated and crossed the sky at high speed, drilling towards the first row of rats wearing leather jackets about 300 meters away.

A stream of dust appeared on the part hit by the clan rat, which made the clan rat stop immediately and fall straight to the rear.

When his body was about to touch the ground, a smog of blood mist sprayed out of the huge wound torn out by the cavity effect.

Such a scene happened simultaneously among the clan rats in the front row.

Within just over a dozen seconds, hundreds of steel cones were sent into the bodies of clan rats, and then penetrated out of the body, either embedded in the ground, or entered the body of another clan rat.

However, the price of such a scenario is the rapid consumption of ammunition.

"There is no ammunition, hurry up and press it a little more."

Hearing the sound of the idle chamber and the green flames that began to emerge from the muzzle, Esky immediately let go of the fire button, causing Ratlin to stop gradually.

He stared at the slave rat and storm rat behind him angrily, and roared.

"Whether steel or whatever scrap iron is, throw it inside, and you can also turn it with your claws."

At this distance, although aiming has become less difficult.

"Wait, not that hurry."

Ecret said, calling on the clan rats beside him to set up a square array of guns and shields.

"Slave thing, turn it first."

While whipping the slave rat beside him with his tail, Iklit pulled Esky to the side.

"How many more can you provide this weapon?"

He asked anxiously, the light in his eyes seemed to come from hope.

Esky knew that it was not the hope of experiencing this crisis, but the hope of the thing above, but he could only pour a basin of cold water on Ecret.

"This is still an experimental product. I have to make a lot of parts by hand. I don't have the ability to mass produce yet. Let's talk about this before I go over."

"Master, Master, I can't pretend anymore!"

As the slave rat howled, Esky quickly returned to Ratrin, aimed at the general direction just now, and continued to press the shooting button.

The rats and rats three hundred meters away had not yet figured out the cause of the death of the previous rats and rats, so they stood there in a daze, trying to study the cause of the death of these rats.

The whistling sound that brought death came towards their dense formations with a dull green flash.

A large group of clan rats, along with the storm rats, fell down in the burst of blood mist and splashing dust, allowing the liquid in their bodies to soak the ground of the soil.

In a sea of ​​blood, a storm rat pulled out the sword from his waist and pointed to the parliament hall in the distance.

"Don't be afraid, you are all clan warriors from the big city! The methods of rats in small places will not last long. Come with me and continue to attack."

As he said that, he personally led the heavy armored storm rat and rushed slowly to the front.

As he continued to move, he looked up at them on the ground, hiding in the dark, he was about one of the red-eyed rats with a claw size that surrounded them.

"Gray Prophet! Support us!"

Esky was shouting from Ekrit.

"Chat at the group of things on the left! Clan rats with spiked helmets, I saw him pulling his knife and pointing it here just now. He must be the commander."

"You don't need to remind me, so many storm rats, I was going to greet them."

After the click of the bullet filled up came from the chamber and bullets appeared in the small link used to discharge excess bullets on one side, Esky immediately pressed the button.

With a buzzing sound, the shiny green track swept across the left side that had been pre-aimed just now, and the group of storm rats wearing armor fell down.

Those lucky people on the right who were not favored by bullets saw this, without looking back, threw down their leather jackets, armor or other things on their bodies and quickly ran towards the street intersection when they came.

Before the bullets hit them, a large group of rats escaped.

The corner there was blocked by a towering rock, and the 13mm bullet could not penetrate the place.

Once again, the bullets were filled by slave rats, and Esky's muzzle still did not move.

The disappearing rats have not appeared in Esky's vision again.

"What is this? No more attack?"

"Nearly three 169ers were wiped out in such a short time. No Scarven could have attacked with a tough attack after seeing this kind of killing efficiency, and their commander is likely to die."

Icret's words reminded Esky of the last time Staden's troops who were conducting a ground attack. The tens of thousands of troops were also needed to reorganize the front after three or four hundred casualties.

"Then how much time do they have to prepare?"

"No one can know this."

Ecret's hand touched the barrel of Ratrin, but was frightened by the hot temperature and immediately bounced away.

The old warlord asked as if nothing had happened.

"There are two things in this thing, and you can also teach another commander to use it."

Esky shook his head, pointing his claws in the direction of the Scurry clan.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "This thing is the property of Skuri. Logically speaking, it can only be used by the soldiers of Skuri. This time it is an exception. After the battle is over, I will return it to me immediately."

As he said that, Esky took out a blank piece of rat scrub paper from his waist, and his fingertips with dimensional energy soon burned black marks on it and told Ecret.

"I owe this employment fee first, but I have to calculate the money according to the market price."

Icret threw himself on Ratrin indifferently and gently stroked the gun body.

"It doesn't matter. With these mines, I will sooner or later have more money than the Bighorn Rat."

Esky shook his head, approached the machine, and began to think about temporary improvements.

Considering that he has the amplification of the observer and the extraordinary physical ability to accurately coordinate the pointing of the muzzle, he still did not accurately hit the target three hundred meters away in the initial shooting.

Eski thought for a moment, mobilized the metal wind, melted a waste on the side, and an iron sight made of four-layer circles and crosses were installed on the fixture in front of the barrel.

But there is no way to improve further.

For example, the problem that the dimensional energy caused by the idle muzzle is accumulated in the barrel and that the muzzle is spitting out of fire, so the ammunition and firing structure inside need to be changed again.

There is obviously no way to do it now.

Even if the Metal Wind has been temporarily enchanted and reinforced, these barrels will probably not last long.

Thinking of this, Esky reminded Ecret, who was about to push away another Ratlin on the tire car.

"If it weren't for this intersection, it would be better to wait until they approached before fighting. Your soldiers do not have my physical ability, nor have they received training, and cannot shoot as accurately as I did."

"Anyway, if there is metal, you can continue shooting, right? We can use metal rain to feed the rats who disrupt the order of the front line."

Ecret said nothing.

Esky shook his body, almost subconsciously penetrated his will into Ecret's brain, and then immediately stopped such behavior.

"No, I just discovered that this thing has a design flaw. Let your people control the shooting speed and make sure there are bullets in the barrel at all times."

"You can't shoot like I did just now! Otherwise, if you don't pay attention to the status and prepare for maintenance, your soldiers will likely blow it up."

"Fry?"

Esky asked.

"That's the thing that explodes, it will probably reimburse you for more than a dozen clan rats."

"Then it's no big problem."

Icret raised his eyebrows, closed his eyes slightly, and made a strange expression, as if wondering that Esky was so worried about the lives of more than a dozen clan rats.

But the next sentence of the engineer warrior still made him sure that the engineer warrior was indeed wrong.

"The parts of this thing are very precious to me even if you blow it up. If you want to get it done, I will ask you to compensate five times the amount, and there is no room for default!"

"Okay, I'll continue."

Esky was relieved when he heard this answer.

Then there is no problem. The lower class of rats usually cherish their lives very much.

While the underground fortress was in the process of this mini civil war, another war was moving slightly towards this direction.

In Astri's palace, Nephreta, who still had not regenerated his legs, was fixed at the royal negotiating table.

"It's been so long, I think it's time to say it."

The old king touched his beard a little restlessly, and then winked at Kunti on the side.

His younger brother said immediately.

"Since you want to get what you want, then Astrid doesn't have to pay tribute to Lemian from now on."

Nephreta's body had recovered her former calmness, but she said calmly.

"I won't allow this to happen."
To be continued...