My Turret Has a Caliber of Three Thousand Meters

The breeze came slowly, rolling up the sand and dust, beating the figures of the two of them.

The hot and dry air could not hide the thick meat and burnt smell in the air.

After a while.

Only then did Feng Jiutian retract his gaze that was looking into the distance. He lowered his head to look at the meat valley full of charred corpses in front of him, and said softly with an expressionless face.

"good, very good."

"This kind of powerful opponent, winning, will feel a little more."

"The stronger the enemy, the more the world will know how strong I, Feng Jiutian, are!"

"It's just a human player. I was lucky enough to have a little luck, and I really thought that I could have the strength to touch the mechanic."

"Destroy three more meat valleys, and I will crush him."

"Yes!"

The subordinate standing aside, nodded solemnly and didn't speak, but he couldn't help but smack his tongue inwardly.

There are nearly 3,000 people in one meat valley, and nearly 10,000 people in three meat valleys.

This is probably far beyond the cognition of that human player, right?

At this time, he didn't say anything, he couldn't destroy too much Meat Valley, lest he couldn't win the list and complete the task in the next few days.

After all... people are soft-spoken.

"correct."

Feng Jiutian paused for a while, then looked into the distance again and said, "Contact the nearest few people who hold orders, and ask them who has the two-star prop of the Global Speaker."

"I bought it at a high price."

"Yes!"

...

"Brother Jiang."

At this time, outside the 18th city, Scar Dog put his arms on the side of the window, looked at the fireworks in the sky, turned his head to look at Chen Jiang and said with a smile: "Do you think that Feng Jiutian has been dumbfounded?"

"Where do you think he got the confidence to fight with us?"

"We have a city here, isn't there a city next to him?"

Chen Jiang glanced around, took out a prop from his arms, put it on the car radio and said softly, "Then I don't know."

This prop was packed in a glass box.

It was the last prop that they took away with the flames when they went to rob the prop shop in City 18 a few days ago, when they escaped from the gate of space.

It has never been used, nor has it been used for reinforcement.

Because this item is obviously unusual...it's really a waste to use it for reinforcement.

"Item name": Sky Eye.

"Item Level": 2-star item.

"Prop effect": After activation, the nearest alien gathering point will be automatically displayed, and the gathering point is defined as at least 100 people.

"Item Restriction": 500 Merit Points can be used once.

"Props Introduction": If you are a jackal, he can help you find your prey easily, and conversely, he can also help you avoid some dangerous places.

This prop was the last prop he brought out from the 18 city prop shop.

A two-star prop.

It is not used for the time being, because the nearest alien gathering point nearby is the 18th city of the mechanical race.

Except for 18 cities, they have been in this world for three months, and they have not seen other aliens.

When it came to this world, not all races came together, but came randomly and completely disrupted.

But at this moment—

"Excuse me."

Scargou was stunned for a moment, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "This Feng Jiutian is very tenacious, but he has caught up again."

Seeing the racial kill rankings, Feng Jiutian's ranking is rising rapidly.

until—

Back on the list.

"Listing No. 1: The mechanical player, Feng Jiutian."

"Alien kills: 15,178."

"Rank 2: Terran player, Chen Jiang."

"Alien kills: 7813."

It's more than twice the difference.

"Why is he chasing so fast?"

Scardog frowned slightly and said suspiciously, "It will take some time to kill chickens, right?"

"Could it be that a weapon of mass destruction like a missile was used?"

"No, in this world, only the mechanic has a city. Except for the mechanic, all other races have landed in this world, and they are all scattered in small groups. Where can the missiles be blasted to kill more than 10,000 people at one time? ?"

"do not know."

Chen Jiang shook his head and tilted his head to look at City 18, which was shrouded in artillery fire: "He can't take this number one list today."

"I want to see if he kills faster or if I kill faster."

On the armored vehicle, the 110cm-caliber fort seemed to be tireless, maintaining the highest rate of fire, throwing shells the size of small missiles into the 18 cities.

...

At this time in 18 cities.

The whole city is in chaos.

All law enforcement officers were dispatched to maintain order, allowing residents to retreat to the center of City 18 in an orderly manner, away from the bombing zone.

Of course...this is just an ideal state.

The reality is that stampedes happen on every street.

I don't know how many people were trampled to death at the feet of their kin.

If Chen Jiang knew about this, it would be very distressing. After all, these mechanical clansmen who were trampled to death by the same clan did not give him any contribution value.

And in the central meeting room.

The old man, the leader of the mechanical clan in City 18, spoke word by word with his hands on the table with ugly faces.

"The last moment has come."

"The merit value of 18 cities has been exhausted, and the energy shield and spider web anti-aircraft firepower system cannot be activated."

"I have already applied for rescue from other cities through the eyes of the sky."

"It is estimated that support will arrive in about a week."

And the few people sitting below also looked ugly, obviously a little bit did not expect things to develop to this stage.

They sent an army to hunt down that human player.

However, just after it appeared, the fort turned around and bombed in one round, and the troops sent out were wiped out again.

That fort... they couldn't stand it at all!

The one with the most ugly face was Fei Yiming, who was sitting beside him. If Chen Jiang hadn't died, then he would have died. At this moment, he couldn't help roaring on the edge of collapse.

"Why don't you activate the x19 Dongfeng missile when you have merit points?"

"If the missiles were used at the first time ~www.wuxiamtl.com~, would there be so many things?"

"Presumptuous!"

The old man slammed the table, pointed at Fei Yiming and roared: "Do you think I don't want to activate? The aliens that descended around the 18th city were originally only the human race, and there are not many!"

"City 18 has not accumulated much merit points at all. If it is used to activate the x19 Dongfeng missile, it will deplete all merit points of city 18!"

"What's more, before your Sky Eye pursuit order takes effect, we don't have the precise positioning of the human player at all. It is time-consuming to rely on visual positioning, and there may be errors!"

"Satellite technology has been limited by the Wanzu Arena. We must enter precise coordinates into the missile before the missile can be launched, and it can only shoot at the preset location. It is impossible to re-modify the coordinates in the middle to change the missile's launch trajectory."

"And during the period of visual positioning, the ghost knows where the human player has gone!"

Then he supported the table with his panting hands, and looked at the 18 cities that were being bombarded on the screen in front of him. A trace of despair and powerlessness flashed in his heart.

Support, it will take seven days at the earliest.

But 18 cities might not be able to last seven hours at all.

At this time, the only thing he hoped was not that the support would arrive soon, but that Feng Jiutian of their mechanical clan would not continue to provoke Chen Jiang, so that Chen Jiang might be able to kill less people.

However, at this time-

He saw Feng Jiutian of the mechanical family, and the ranking instantly rose!

He couldn't help but groaned and scolded: "Fuck, Feng Jiutian should be sent directly to the military court!"

Predictably.

In order to compete for the ranking, the human player Chen Jiang will definitely slaughter the mechanical people in 18 cities.