Chapter 1196: Not a good thing

Because of the huge impact, the puppets were stumbling, but they obviously wouldn't be killed by bows and arrows, but such an impact would cause more or less damage.

And those puppet robots with weapons still had no choice but to point at their opponents with their weapons, and let the feather arrows shot by them stick into their bodies.

In the next second, these puppets all fell to the ground, and then they tried to struggle to get up, but they were stepped under the feet by the soldiers who rushed over.

Like the predecessor puppets many years ago, they were chopped off by the long sword and flew their arms, chopped off their shoulders, and chopped their heads.

Then, finally, these puppets lay motionless on the ground, and when there was no more reaction, these border soldiers in light armor finally stopped the attack in their hands.

"He... sir, they... they are not human!" A young man who finally recovered his mind from the killing, looked at the wreckage in front of him in surprise.

It was really not a corpse, it should be said that it was just a pile of wood that had been chopped and broken. Because these puppet robots are consumables, they don't use much steel. Most of the parts are made of cheap wood materials.

It's just that these pieces of wood are covered with inscriptions, if you look at them intact, they are still very beautiful things.

After all, the finishing of the Ailanhill Empire is very powerful. Chris had already used Nuwa's electronic computer more than a year ago, and successfully raised the industrial level of the Ailanhill Empire to a higher level.

"It seems... they are more evil than we thought." The officer in the lead also realized that they seemed to have killed something extraordinary.

These things from the sky don't have blood. If they are strong, they can be cleaned up so easily, but if they are weak, they can struggle for so long without fear of bows and arrows.

"Quick! Pack up here! We have to take away all the things!" Finally, thinking of the captain who was waiting for no one, he gave the order.

He wanted to bring everything back to the imperial capital, and let the clergy and ministers there to judge what these things came from the divine light.

"This thing is really heavy!" A young soldier picked up the dumb black p90 submachine gun from the ground, held the weapon in a very violent posture, and looked curiously.

A soldier next to him looked at the weapon up and down, and put his eyes on the muzzle of the p90 submachine gun, as if he wanted to see something from the hole.

The few people standing next to them were hurriedly putting the remains of some puppet robots into their deliberately vacated luggage.

A person held the head of the puppet robot and looked at the camera above that was no longer working.

"The people of the Rock Empire are coming! It's not safe here! We have to leave! My lord!" A soldier standing on the hill looking out hastily rushed over, shouting out of breath.

"Check, take away all the things here!" The captain waved his hand when he saw his men put the last bits and pieces into the backpack.

Then a soldier next to him wanted to put the p90 submachine gun that he picked up last into his backpack.

He pressed his finger on the trigger, and all of a sudden, the loaded weapon began to work.

"Suddenly!" The intensive gunfire suddenly stunned the birds of all sizes in the forest. The p90 bullet pierced the backpack, leaving a hole in it.

The other soldier standing next to this soldier was beaten into a sieve and fell straight to the ground without any more noise.

"Damn it! What did you do!" The leader of the team was so frightened by the scene in front of him that his voice was trembling.

He hasn't understood what all this is up to now. When he staggered to the side of the fallen soldier, he only saw holes in the soldier's breastplate, and blood couldn't stop the gushing out of those holes.

"My God! Damn it!" He knelt down on one knee, hoping to figure out what his subordinates had experienced. But when his hand touched the blood, he was stunned by the horror in front of him.

Now, he finally realized that it was the weird weapon stuffed into the backpack that was inexplicably triggered and caused this tragedy.

"The **** thing being touched! Don't move!" The captain hurriedly warned his soldiers, ignoring the hapless guy who was already lying on the ground, he stood up and walked to the soldier who was still carrying a p90 submachine gun. In front of you.

He carefully observed the p90 assault rifle, and then tried to fit the special shape of the grip on the weapon deliberately left by the palm with his memory.

Immediately afterwards, he succeeded. Only then did he realize how much this thing fits a person's holding habits. Holding this weapon is more comfortable than holding a long sword.

Because of the correct grip, he naturally pointed the muzzle of the weapon at the soldier who had just escaped.

The captain, who didn't realize what was wrong, pressed his finger on the trigger and looked at this terrifying weapon carefully.

Then, he felt a huge force hit his shoulder, and a series of gunfire sounded again. The soldier standing opposite him who had escaped before, this time haplessly fell over his chest.

"..." Until he died, he didn't think about whether it was the captain deliberately experimenting with that **** weapon, or the captain also went off fire.

The second man fell, finally making everyone aware of the danger of this weapon. The captain also figured out the approximate use of this weapon at this time.

However, the price was too high...Although he figured out the general usage of this weapon, he paid two lively lives.

"Damn it! Damn it!" He cursed, and then stopped touching the "switch" under the index finger. Finally, under the tense urging of his subordinates, he still had the two newly produced corpses and left here together.

He wants to take these things and the corpse back, study them carefully, and figure out many things that he hasn't figured out until now.

"This is not a good thing!" After stepping onto the horse in the imperial capital, the captain muttered to himself: "They have such powerful weapons... but they don't attack. This... is not a good thing! "