MTL - My Turret Has a Caliber of Three Thousand Meters-Chapter 36 : "Mechanical player, I used it on you, the Heavenly Eye Chasing Order."

"Armor-piercing bullets?"

Scar Dog was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help grinning: "It's true, it's not just a blessing, with this thing."

"I'm very curious, what kind of egg shells in the 18th city, can they still hold up."

"Just, where to find the remaining four."

"I didn't explain it either. Could it be that I can only search around like a headless fly without a clue in this wilderness?"

"It's not impossible..."

Scar Dog looked into the distance with a slight headache: "But there are no iconic buildings in this wilderness, and there is no GPS. Once the driving is too deep, it may be difficult for us to return to the original direction just by identifying the sun."

Relying on celestial phenomena, it is indeed possible to identify positions

But it's just the general direction and the specific orientation. If you want to decide by identifying the celestial phenomenon, it's really nonsense.

Chen Jiang narrowed his eyes and took the fragment into his arms, and continued to look under the original beam of light.

This shard, although the effect is really strong, they also picked up other props in the wilderness, and it was not too bad. Those props were not guided by the yellow light beam.

If there is a prop that is guided by a yellow beam of light, it can't be just a piece of prop that can't be used immediately.

as predicted.

Under the yellow beam of light, he saw a sharp corner of a token buried in the soil.

The token is khaki-yellow, and under the cover of the surrounding loess and sand, it is really hard to detect.

The reason why it is buried below is probably because there are often sandstorms in the wilderness, so the sand will bury it.

"This is the righteous Lord!"

The corners of Chen Jiang's mouth rose slightly, and he immediately took out the token and weighed it on his hands.

A common token shape.

There is a word of war written on the front, and there is no word on the back.

And as the token was drawn out, the yellow beam of light also disappeared.

It seems that this token is the real target of the yellow light beam, and the fragments of the armor-piercing projectile should just be covered on this token.

Just now, they used artillery to cover and bomb this area.

However, apart from the surrounding pits and pits, there was no sign of being bombed at the place below this beam of light, not even the dust was blasted away.

And this time-

The introduction about this token also bounced in front of him.

"Item Name": War Entry Order.

"Item level": No level.

"Props Introduction": This is a small dungeon competition order for race competition.

When the event starts, players of all races who own the token can participate in this event.

Each race is limited to two people.

The contestants will enter a vast wilderness filled with a large number of mutant beasts.

Competition time, five minutes.

In five minutes, the contestant who kills the most mutant beasts will win the competition and additionally receive all-race rewards.

The top ten will receive different rewards.

"Limited time for props": There are still 38 hours before the event starts.

"Item Introduction": Of course, you can also give this token to a player of the same clan that you think is more trustworthy, and let him fight for the honor you deserve for your clan instead of you.

"A war order?"

Chen Jiang frowned slightly, weighing the token in his hand up and down, thinking about it without speaking.

And the scar dog on the side couldn't help grinning again: "How do you say that, it's called Fu Bu Shuang Zhi, at least San Zhi?"

"With our current firepower, who can beat us in this situation?"

"It's a bit idealistic."

Chen Jiang shook his head: "It's not us who civilized with firepower, but the mechanic."

"In the wilderness, there are only two ways to obtain props."

"One is to kill mutant beasts, and the other is to be a mechanic."

"Mechanics... they can make their own props, although I don't know if this is a racial talent or what."

"But the mechanic, being the race that survived the last Ten Thousand Races Arena is enough to prove everything. In terms of firepower, they should be stronger."

"That's why I always felt that the kill count of the machine race on the kill list of that race should be watery."

"Because, as the only race that retains the civilized system to participate in the competition, if I am a machine race, I will fully activate all the weapons of mass destruction the moment other races come."

"Covering the bombardment, caught off guard, is enough to wipe out 80% of the living forces of other races, and even the genocide is not impossible!"

"And the mechanic... didn't do that."

"When the Terran came, it was obviously unreasonable to just send a large number of soldiers, armored vehicles and tanks to slaughter the Terran without even using missiles."

"Um... Could it be for fairness that restricts the tech tree of the mechanical family?"

"It's possible, but it's not clear."

Chen Jiang shook his head and pondered for a moment before putting the token into his arms: "You must participate in this event."

"But you have to be prepared."

Then he looked at his merits.

1234 merit points.

By killing an alien player, you can get a point of merit.

And he killed 1234 aliens and had 1234 merit points.

Just when he was about to open the Merit Points store to see what the Merit Points could buy.

Suddenly, a hoarse mechanical prompt sounded in his ears.

"Ding."

"Fei Yiming, a player from the mechanical family, used a second-grade item on you, the Heaven's Eye Chasing Order."

"After six hours, your location will be synchronized on the opposite panel in real time."

"For 24 hours."

"But if you don't die within these 24 hours, the mechanical player Fei Yiming will die. UU read www.uukanshu.com"

"Go run for your life!"

"Enjoy the thrill of adrenaline rushing with your life on the line!"

Hear this prompt.

Chen Jiang's expression darkened instantly.

"What's the matter, Brother Jiang?"

When Scardog found out what was going on, he was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "It's the mechanic from City 18? But how does he know that we bombed them?"

"We didn't leave any information."

"Racial kill list."

Chen Jiang said calmly.

Scar Dog came to his senses in an instant, and couldn't help but yelled, "Is this still possible?"

No wonder, this almost doesn't require mechanical reasoning at all.

One second, 18 cities were bombed, and the next second, the Terran player Chen Jiang reached the top. Does this require reasoning, even a fool can see it.

"Then run away?"

"As long as he can escape for 24 hours, the player who uses the pursuit order will die."

"Escape is not the way."

Chen Jiang turned to look at the wilderness: "Since they can get our location in real time, they won't necessarily send a convoy to chase and kill them. It is more likely that they will directly use missiles, a big killer that bombs in real time based on positioning."

"The Mechanic has never used missiles. Maybe it's not because they can't be used, but because they are too restrictive."

"Think of the worst. If the other party really can and decides to use missiles, we won't be able to escape very far."

"Within six hours, make adequate preparations, and then stun him when City 18 hasn't reacted."

"Especially find where there may be missile silos, and eliminate all the worst possibilities first."

"Time is running out, we need to do it as soon as possible."