Blue and White Society Chapter 528: Recruit · Poverty Demon King

"There are snipers!"

"The kind that is so accurate!"

The artillerymen of the blue army were being killed frantically, the commander shouted hastily.

People were dying all the time across the distance, and the players suddenly became confused.

No one wants to hang up without even seeing the enemy, and each finds a bunker to hide at a time.

"Where is our sniper?"

"Fight back!"

The blue sniper opened his scope to search, and soon locked on several shooting points.

The ballistics are too obvious. The red side is using an assault rifle, and the bursts of fire can be clearly seen everywhere.

"Where is the sniper point? Can't find the sniper point!"

Based on experience, the snipers on the blue side still couldn't find the mysterious sniper who had been killing them.

The mysterious sniper must be a master who can kill so efficiently at a distance of 800 meters.

But if the frequency of killing is so fast, it means that there is no one shot to change the place, so there is no reason why the firepower cannot be seen.

But in the scope, all the firepower points are assault rifles. It seems that some people on the red side are venting and wasting bullets.

"Damn it! Where is he hiding?" The three snipers from the blue team searched desperately, but couldn't find any trace of the sniper.

"Is it an assault rifle? Are you kidding me? Impossible..."

Seeing that their own people were dying one by one, everyone could only huddle and hide behind the tank, and some snipers simply fired a shot at a fire point.

"Poof!"

He did not jump out to kill, which means he missed a hit. This is normal, because this distance is also very difficult for a sniper.

However, he didn't expect that just a second after the shot, before his head retracted from the cover, a bullet floated over.

"Boom!" He was headshot on the spot.

"What!" Several snipers nearby shrank their heads quickly.

The sniper on the other side is too strong to be able to find the sniper position through the firelight so quickly, and quickly counter-shot the head! It's the same as not needing to aim!

"Captain! There are professional players!" shouted the two snipers.

"Professional players? Professional players are also killed! Fire!"

The troops followed the tanks and had already approached more than 400 meters. All of a sudden, various shells from all directions blasted into the town, plowing down the few buildings again.

"Boom boom boom!"

In this game, it is too difficult for heavy firepower to suppress soldiers to do anything.

The red side fired back a few shots symbolically, and immediately ran away with their heads in their arms, hiding in hiding.

"Mortar!" Someone shouted, and was immediately blown to pieces by shells.

Mo Poor also wanted to avoid his sharp edge, turned around and rolled, rolled directly downstairs, and then found a corner to shrink up.

"Hide! Wait for them to attack and fight in the street!" Romon yelled, and also hid, crawling to Mo Qiong's side.

"Brother, what is your big ID?"

Mo Poor said: "This is my tuba."

After speaking, his eyes glanced at an individual rocket launcher not far away.

He immediately rolled over to pick it up, glanced at the enemy, and a rocket exploded with a whoosh.

Don't even look at it after shooting, dragging the ammunition supply box back to the bunker.

"Two symbolic counterattacks are pointless. We are surrounded by at least sixty land guns, thirty-five tanks, and countless mortars. You can shoot one shot to calibrate the effort, and the opponent has already A round of salvo, hundreds of shells bombarded over." Romon said.

After he finished speaking, he sighed, death must be inevitable, just see how many enemies he can change in a while.

However, Mo Poor ignored him. He loaded the rocket with extremely fast hands, and after protruding out for less than half a meter, he fired one and then retracted.

In this way, he reloaded faster than ordinary people, and fired at a faster rhythm, and fired back.

During the period, the step of aiming seemed to be omitted directly, or, he only aimed for a few tenths of a second.

"Reload manually! Brother, have you ever been a soldier?" Luo Meng didn't know what the hit rate was, but he could tell that Mo Poor's technique was skillful.

Assisted by various technical action systems, it can be operated consciously, which is equivalent to pressing a button. But other than that, you can also do it manually. After all, this is a somatosensory game. As long as you feel faster than the system, the master can reload faster.

Mo Poor still didn't answer, he leaned out for a while and then retracted to continue loading.

Repeating this way, he fired back five rounds when others fired one round of cannonballs!

By the time the second round of artillery was fired, the opponent had already lost ten tanks!

"Fill it for me!" Mo Poor said.

"What the **** are you doing?" Romon wondered, never thinking that Mo Poor was frantically destroying enemy tanks.

First of all, it is difficult to grasp the accuracy of shooting, and it is not so easy for the opponent to hit while moving.

Secondly, tanks are armored. Although there are instant kill points, they are very small. Most of the time, the armor of a tank can only be destroyed with one shot, and it often takes three shots to destroy a tank.

"Fight back." Mo Poor said.

"Serve! Yes, you should have this kind of blood, I like players like you, okay, I'll accompany you to shoot." Romon smiled, and also picked up a launcher, wanting to poke out and shoot.

Mo Poor sent a smiling expression, stopped him and said, "Don't waste ammunition, help me reload."

As he spoke, he continued his ultra-fast firing and aiming.

"Do you like to play double guns? Yes! Here you are!" Romon smiled and handed the installed launcher to Mo Poor.

"Continue!" Mo Poor said.

Seeing that Mo Poor had fired one cannon, he immediately ended up with Romon, and then fired another cannon.

There is almost no room for aiming between the two guns.

In this way, with the help of Romon, after another four rounds, the attack from outside suddenly came to a standstill, as if the opponent had stopped firing to suppress it.

"Stop?"

"It seems that they are going to kill, brothers are ready to fight!"

Romon shouted, and quickly looked down the slope.

This is incredible, the enemy army outside seems to have suffered a lot of blows, and there are scrapped tanks everywhere.

There are still many enemies who hide behind the tanks and advance, and they are severely injured or even killed by the blasting power.

The artillery formations farther away were also severely hit. Countless soldiers died tragically, and the artillery pits were filled with corpses.

"Are there reinforcements?"

As Luo Meng murmured, Mo Poor fired another rocket.

"Boom!" A tank that was moving crazily exploded and turned into scrap iron.

"..." Romon stared blankly at the enemy army who seemed to have experienced a fierce battle, and suddenly realized that it was all killed by Mo Qiong.

After all, no one in their town fought back. They were all waiting for the opponent to approach and then desperately. The mess outside could only be caused by Mo Qiong.

It can't be that the Blue Army's own people are killing each other, right?

"Huh? Ah? You..."

Romon quickly opened the record table of this game, and only the top 100 meritorious players in large-scale battles will be seen by everyone.

He didn't even need to look through it, because the first place showed a 'recruit', the person whose ID is the Great Demon King of Poverty.

"Killed 422 people! Destroyed one fighter jet, ended 30 consecutive killings of pilots, destroyed 35 tanks! 58 land guns! 14 low-level commanders! 3 mid-level commanders..."

After Luo Meng carefully checked the record of this poor big devil, comparing with the scene in front of him, the fool knew that Mo Poor was the one.

"Brother, add a friend."

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