Chapter 585 Chapter 585: Assault Rifle

Aslan found that this village was very backward. There was nothing high-tech in the whole village, so it was impossible to judge the technological situation in this world.

It's just stronger than ordinary people in this world, and there is a weak air current surging in the body, but it's far worse than fighting spirit.

Any apprentice swordsman in the Sino Continent can beat this master of the third level of fighting spirit.

After all, any ordinary person in Sino Continent, compared to ordinary people in this world, has ten times the physical fitness of the opponent, and a master with a third-level fighting spirit, his physical fitness is only three times the standard, but it is more than ordinary people. Some fighting skills.

In the early morning of the next day, Aslan left the village with him. Before leaving, he left some common silver coins of the Kanglai Kingdom for the village chief, because gold coins are no longer used in this world, but mainly silver coins, and there are many banknotes In use.

It is too simple to smelt a few universal silver coins with innate magic.

When Aslan left very early, only the village head saw him off in person.

"Mr. Aslan, please pay attention to safety on the way to the county seat. There are not only devils who occasionally cross the line of defense, but also many robbers who ignore the human crisis and take the opportunity to rob. Many robbers still have guns in their hands."

The village explained carefully.

Aslan's eyes lit up instantly. He was still very interested in things like guns.

After all, this D-level alien world has been out of the control of the Royal Academy of Magic for hundreds of years, and it is possible to develop any technology, especially as the magic elements in this world become thinner, and it is inevitable to eventually move towards the technological route.

The county seat is smaller than Aslan expected, with only about a hundred thousand people, which is not as good as some towns in the Melo area, but this is normal.

Before entering the county seat, Aslan heard the continuous sound of guns and guns. This familiar sound made Wulusi and the others look at each other, and quickly became vigilant in their hearts.

They still know something about the powerful new weapon like the rifle.

"Master, let me go over and investigate!" Geraint volunteered and said.

"No need, something is coming." Aslan said with a slight frown.

There was a rustling sound from the woods not far away.

More than a dozen hideous-looking monsters rushed out of the woods and rushed towards Aslan and the others.

"Well, the hellhound! No, the hellhound is a monster comparable to a great swordsman. There is no reason why it should be so weak." Aslan soon came to his senses and muttered subconsciously.

Geraint drew out his two swords behind his back, chopping melons and vegetables, leaving only a broken body on the ground.

"Huh! So weak?" Geraint looked at the broken corpse on the ground and said subconsciously.

Aslan couldn't help laughing, and squatted down to check the corpses on the ground, a hellhound with only half of its body opened its bloody jaws and bit Aslan's arm directly.

As a result, he didn't even bite through the combat uniform, and the corner of Aslan's mouth twitched. He suddenly understood what Geraint meant by being so weak.

This should be a thing with the thin blood of a hellhound, but it only has the strength of the sixth or seventh level of fighting spirit, not even the strength of a swordsman apprentice.

Aslan had the illusion of coming to Novice Village to bully newcomers.

With a slight shake of his hand, the hell hound was directly shaken into a blood mist.

"Someone is coming." Geraint put away the sword and said calmly.

Aslan stood up slowly, just in time to see a group of men in simple military uniforms running over with rifles in their hands.

It's just that when Aslan saw the weapons in their hands clearly, his eyes widened subconsciously. He was familiar with the shape of the rifle, and the AKM that few people were equipped with.

"F*ck!"

Seeing the corpses of Hellhounds all over the ground, these soldiers breathed a sigh of relief. Although they looked at Aslan with vigilance, they didn't look too afraid. It was obvious that the weapons in their hands gave them great confidence.

Aslan greeted with a smile.

"We came back from abroad to support our friends in the Human Front."

Hearing Aslan's words, the leading officer took the initiative to salute and said politely, "Please show your access certificates."

"OK!"

Aslan looked at his head with a smile, and took out a document from his pocket, but the moment he handed it to the other party, the two looked at each other.

I saw Aslan's pupils spinning rapidly, and then a strange blue color appeared. Finally, the officer took the document dully, flipped through it casually, and returned it to Aslan.

"There is no problem with the certificate! Thank you so much for your support."

The document the officer looked through was actually a completely blank notebook, but it was hypnotized by Aslan and completely replaced with the entry and exit certificates in his memory.

"Over there, everything is for all human beings." Aslan said with a smile, and at the same time took out a pack of cigarettes from his body. It was a few packs of cigarettes that he picked off the leaves when he passed the tobacco field on the road, and made them with innate magic.

This was the inspiration he got from the village chief. Although the village chief smoked dry tobacco, he also told him about cigarettes.

But when he handed the dry tobacco to Aslan and said that there were no cigarettes, Aslan understood.

The officer was only temporarily hypnotized, and he was not polite when he saw the cigarette that Aslan handed over.

The soldiers chasing him happened to be an infantry squad, so Aslan smoked a circle very politely, and threw all the last smoke to the officer.

"Give it to you, we don't smoke."

The squad leader originally wanted to shirk, but when he heard that Aslan didn't smoke, he immediately understood and accepted it politely.

"Squad leader! Of the twelve hellhounds, none of them escaped, and they all died." The soldier in charge of the inspection said with a solemn expression.

If the twelve hell hounds charged directly at their infantry squad, they would not be able to kill them all with full confidence.

So in addition to their pursuing infantry squad, two other infantry squads also tried to turn around.

"I am Zheng Wei, squad leader of the second battalion, third company, second platoon, and third squadron of the Tiger Regiment."

Aslan nodded with a smile.

"Aslan Sara! They are all my subordinates."

The two laughed and talked happily along the way, and at the request of Aslan, Zheng Wei still lent his assault rifle to Aslan.

"What kind of rifle is this?" Aslan held the assault rifle in his hand and kept fiddling with it.

"This gun was originally called the Type 81 assault rifle, but our president likes to call it the 81 bar!" Zheng Wei's answer stunned Aslan for a moment, and then he took out the magazine and took out the bullets inside. one time.

Aslan looked at the bullet in his hand and subconsciously widened his eyes. He saw the real smokeless gunpowder, not the alien version of smokeless gunpowder.