In the limited space given by the system, the stock of 7.62mm bullets assembled for AKM is not particularly large.
There are 20 fully loaded drum magazines, and more than 30 fully loaded standard curved magazines. As for loose ammunition, hey, there are countless.
Du Weiguo, the grandson, has always had a mild phobia of insufficient firepower, and has an almost paranoid need for the number of ammunition.
Therefore, there are incredible amounts of various types of ammunition stored in the space, and they will be replenished as soon as possible after each consumption.
Back when he was at Baman City and Babailong Base, Du Weiguo had every chance to replace all these bullets with equal volumes of gold, at least a few tons.
Money and silk moved people's hearts. At that time, Du Weiguo didn't have the wealth he has now, so he was very entangled, but after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and gave up.
His persistence was rewarded at this moment. There was absolutely nothing to be afraid of in a war of attrition!
According to Du Weiguo's current hand speed and accuracy, in continuous fire mode, it only takes 3 seconds to empty and replace a magazine.
Of course, although the Soviet-made AKM uses a chrome-plated barrel, it is basically the most durable among rifles, but it still has its endurance limit.
After about 600 rounds of continuous firing, the barrel of the gun began to turn red. Although it would not explode or affect the ballistics, if the gun continued to be fired, the wooden butt would easily catch fire.
Therefore, starting from the fourth magazine, Du Weiguo began to use the single-shot burst firing mode, and the firing rate was still very fast, almost three rounds per second.
According to his current style of play, the sturdy and reliable AKM can withstand at least 2,000 rounds.
800 meters away, the magician suddenly stretched out a hand forward, and the bullets flying at high speed were stopped in mid-air, unable to advance even an inch. It was very fantasy.
This guy was originally a low-level street magician. When he first awakened his powers, he relied on this method to show off his skills.
At this moment, while Du Weiguo was changing the magazine, a slightly impatient growl came out from under the magician's mask:
"There is no way he can maintain this shooting frequency. Hurry up and kill him. Black Panther, are you a dead person? Are you watching a show here? Hurry up and control the beast to attack him."
Black Panther's face was frightened, his face was covered with cold sweat, and his tone was stuttering:
"It's so, so weird. There are no wild beasts within a few kilometers of here. Boss, I'm afraid there's something weird about this guy~"
Lei Bao's one-eyed gaze flickered and his brows furrowed, but he made a quick decision. He stretched out his hand and pulled the black panther hard, and lightly scolded:
"Black Panther, don't mess up. You should hide behind the magician immediately and stay away."
After that, he continued to face the bullets in front of him, took big steps, and walked in the direction of Du Weiguo without hesitation.
It should be said or not, this guy Lei Bao can do it, he belongs to Zhang Fei's embroidery, rough and fine, calm in the face of danger, and decisive in dealing with it.
No matter what the reason is, once a beast control master like Black Panther loses the support of beasts, facing an enemy of Du Weiguo's level, he is basically a loser, a slut.
Moreover, the thunderstorm guy also has a big heart and a strong psychological quality. Although he is protected by a magician, it really takes unparalleled courage to move forward under the pressure of bullets in the head without changing his expression.
Every bullet basically stopped in front of his bald head, without exception. Whenever the magician made a mistake, his head would explode in a thunderstorm.
It was difficult to advance to 600 meters. At this time, the flight speed and damage of the AKM bullets were significantly increased.
Moreover, to make matters worse, Du Weiguo, the grandson, changed the shooting mode to the continuous shooting mode, and it also used drum-fed ammunition, 75 rounds.
Although the gun barrel has its limits, Du Weiguo has far more than one AKM in his arsenal, hey.
The bullets were like hurricanes and rains, one after another, and the thunderstorm and the magician were suddenly forced to stop in place again, unable to move forward.
The arrogant magician had already landed with his feet on the ground and stepped on the mud. He stretched out both hands and roared angrily:
"FU*K! How many bullets does this bitch have on his back! Why hasn't his barrel caught fire yet? SHIT! They're all trash. Where is that stinky watch from Blood Cross? How come you haven't even fired a single shot after fighting for so long? !”
The pressure of the thunderstorm was also great. Sweat was already dripping on his bald head. There was a ferocious light in his single eye, and he asked in a low voice:
"Magician, stop talking nonsense. How long will it take before you can launch a counterattack?"
Under the magician's black metal mask, a muffled roar came out:
"My control limit is 300 meters, but if I keep going like this, I won't be able to reach anywhere, and I will be overwhelmed by him."
Lei Bao glanced at the pile of bullets on the ground, his eyes suddenly tightened, and he made an immediate decision:
"Magician, make me a shield, and I'll hold it for a while!"
Although the magician was a bit of a mediocre person, he still knew his priorities. He roared suddenly, ripped off his cloak, and flew up with his mask.
His thin, pale and bloodless face was revealed, covered in sweat, with a ferocious expression and red eyes. It was obvious that he was very tired after blocking thousands of bullets in a row.
The magician's cloak tore apart in the air, and countless iron pieces flew out, converging and twisting together with the mask, the bullets on the ground, and the Vulcan cannon in Lei Bao's hand.
In an instant, it turned into a giant black and yellow metal shield that was as tall as half a man, floating in the air, blocking the thunderstorm.
A 7.62 mm bullet with a warhead weight of 16 grams. Du Weiguo had fired no less than 1,000 bullets from a short distance of 200 meters. At this moment, all of them were swept away by the magician.
Together with the metal hidden on the magician's body and Thunderstorm's Vulcan cannon, the heavy shield weighed nearly a hundred kilograms. Thunderstorm bent his waist and picked it up with one hand lightly, as if it was nothing.
"Dangdangdang~~"
The bullets were like a rainstorm, hitting the shield continuously and deafeningly, but they failed to break through the defense.
"ha!"
Lei Bao's eyes were filled with joy and his heart was determined. He roared, bent his back, and ran like a rhinoceros.
The magician also bent over, panting violently, while staggering and charging behind Thunderstorm.
When he was about to reach 300 meters, the magician suddenly gave a sharp look and shouted loudly. The giant metal shield instantly disintegrated, splitting dozens of ferocious spikes in the air. He was about to fight back!
"咻咻咻~~~"
At this moment, a shrill roar sounded, and more than a dozen black, flashing spikes crossed the gap exposed by the disintegration of the shield, crossed Thunderstorm's tall body, and shot towards the magician.
Du Weiguo was no fool, and he just let them get closer stupidly. When Lei Bao and the others sacrificed their perspective and used shields to cover their sudden advance.
Du Weiguo also used the Nine Nether Locks to advance instead of retreating, and his speed was much faster, as fast as a ghost. He was able to take action before Lei Bao and the others.
The distance was less than 50 meters, and it was already within Du Weiguo's throwing damage range. Therefore, almost as soon as the shield decomposed, the ebony thorn in his hand shot out.
This guy who can control metal is very strong, can attack and defend, and is a huge threat. Naturally, he is the first target to kill.
Facing the sharp spikes flashing with cold light so close at hand, a trace of contempt flashed in the magician's eyes, but then suddenly turned into horror. He actually couldn't sense these spikes.
However, when he reacted, it was too late, "FU*K! This is not metal, I'm dead!"
Just as this thought came to the magician's mind, he suddenly flew back like a cloud riding the wind.
In the blink of an eye, he was hit by a thunderstorm like a bear, and was knocked away with a swooping and retreating posture.
"Puff~"
The sound of penetration into flesh could be heard endlessly. Lei Bao used his majestic body to forcefully catch most of the wooden thorns.
The magician who flew into the air only received two bullets on his thigh. He flew 5 meters, fell to the ground on his back, rolled his eyes, and fainted cleanly.
His physique was already quite weak, and he was still seriously injured. He had been tortured by Du Weiguo for so long, and he was almost exhausted.
Thunderstorm's flying collision was powerful and heavy. Although it was intended to save people, in his haste, he could not control the force at all. He was lucky that he was not killed directly, with broken bones and tendons.
Therefore, no matter how powerful a control mage with a fragile skin and low health is, he must not be approached by a warrior. He will definitely die without even a chance to fight back.
"咻咻咻~"
At the same time as the magician landed, Du Weiguo also landed firmly on a big tree. Without hesitation, he flipped his wrist, screamed again, and several dark wood thorns suddenly shot towards the thunderstorm's big bald gourd. go.
Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, this is an iron rule. Only an enemy who has died is a good enemy. As for the Black Panther, this guy is slippery and has already turned around and ran away when he saw that the situation was not good.
"Zi La~"
Just when the wooden thorn was about to poke into the thunderstorm, a blue electric spark suddenly appeared on his body.
Several wooden thorns in the air, as well as those that had pierced his body before, as well as his shirt, turned into powder and disappeared into ashes.
At the same time, Lei Bao suddenly turned around, raised his hand, and a blue arc of electricity, like a long whip, extended from his hand and whipped towards Du Weiguo.
"Zi la!"
The speed of the arc was indescribable. It was so fast that Du Weiguo flew up and narrowly avoided the blow.
However, the big tree he had been living in was instantly split open by an arc of lightning as if struck by lightning, and was scorched black.
"Holy shit! You're underestimating the enemy. This stupid, bald guy is not a physical expert, but he can actually control thunder and lightning, pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger?"
In mid-air, Du Wei used the pull of the Nine Nether Locks to instantly change his direction, and narrowly avoided the second arc whip from Thunderstorm.
Du Weiguo had just been affected a little by the end of the arc. At this moment, he looked a little embarrassed, with a dark face and hair standing on end. The most ridiculous thing was that there was smoke coming from the top of his head, as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Black Panther, come back quickly and find a way to wake up the magician! Otherwise we will all die today!"
The thunderstorm roared loudly, and at the same time, a dazzling blue electric light burst out from his body, and his clothes were shattered and turned into powder.
Lei Bao was naked and surrounded by lightning, as if he had transformed into a thunder god. At the same time, his speed surged, as fast as lightning, and he chased Du Weiguo fiercely.
The thunderstorm at this moment was like a madman, waving his hands desperately, two blue arc whips flying vertically and horizontally, airtight, almost destroying the sky and the earth.
"Crackling~"
Wherever the blue electric arc passed, the trees were broken in half like waves of wheat blown by the wind, and the cuts were scorched black, and they were simply destroyed.
"Ouch~"
The thunderstorm roared again and again, like an irrational beast, chasing Du Weiguo crazily, without stopping for a moment.
The arc carried extremely scorching heat. Even if Du Weiguo shot out the wooden thorns in his hand, he would not be able to get even one meter in front of the thunderstorm. He would be burned to ashes in mid-air.
The most terrible thing is that the speed of the thunderstorm is very fast at the moment, incredibly fast. Even though Du Weiguo tried his best, he still couldn't get rid of him, and he even got closer to him.
"Hua La La~"
A giant tree that was relying on the force was suddenly cut in half. Unprepared, Du Weiguo's figure instantly lost his balance, and was hit firmly on the left shoulder by the end of a blue arc.
"Uh~"
Du Weiguo groaned, and a hideous wound was instantly cut on his shoulder and back. The bones were deep and black.
The whole person was also blown away by the huge force. After breaking a big tree, he fell hard into the bushes and made no sound.
Surprisingly, Lei Bao did not take the opportunity to pursue him. At this moment, the electric light on his body had been extinguished, his mouth, nose and eyes were all alone, and even his ears were bleeding gurglingly, and his mouth was vomiting blood.
"Plop~"
Lei Bao fell to his knees weakly. Every muscle in his body was trembling violently. He barely supported the ground with his hands to prevent himself from falling down.
Obviously, transforming into a thunder god, even though it is majestic, destroys the world, and is unstoppable, the load is also extremely high and cannot last long.
Just ten seconds was the limit that the thunderstorm could bear. If Du Weiguo had persisted for half a second just now, he would have given up his martial arts.
Thick smoke was rising and crackling in the dense forest. The brief confrontation just now affected countless large trees and was set on fire.
The beast control master Black Panther poked his head out from behind a boulder and slowly revealed his head, watching with a sly look.
He heard the roar of the thunderstorm just now, but at that time he and Du Weiguo were having an earth-shattering fight, with sand and rocks flying around, and the cowardly Black Panther didn't even dare to get close.
The humidity in the rain forest is high, so the smoke is also high. Soon, the dense forest is filled with thick smoke and nothing can be seen.
The Black Panther glanced at the magician lying on the ground not far away, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. He subconsciously licked his tongue and plucked up the courage to shout loudly into the thick smoke:
"Head! Magician!"
There was no response. The Black Panther gritted his teeth and slowly walked out from behind the boulder. He looked around and tiptoed towards the magician.
"Magician~poof!"
The black panther had just walked up to the magician and called out, when suddenly there was a blood hole on his forehead, and a dark sharp point shot out from the back of his head, bringing out a trace of sad blood.
"Take it!"
There was a soft sound on the tree trunk behind the black panther. His eyes were wide open, full of disbelief, and he twisted his neck with difficulty, trying to see what exactly shot his head.
Unfortunately, only halfway through twisting, his vision went black, his pupils dilated, and he could no longer support himself. He fell softly to the ground and refused to close his eyes.
"Puff puff puff~"
The next second, the magician who fainted was hit by three evil shuttles on his head and face, his head almost split open, and he bid farewell to this world silently.
"Shashasha~"
Steady footsteps sounded, and like a demon from hell, Du Weiguo slowly walked out of the thick smoke and fire, shirtless.
The shoulders and neck were scorched black, and the whole body was dripping with blood. The wounds were so deep that even the white bones could be seen.
In his intact hand, he was holding an ear. Under the ear was Thunderstorm's ferocious head. He was beheaded by Du Weiguo with a knife.
Du Weiguo walked slowly to a relatively flat stone, threw away Lei Bao's head, and sat down helplessly.
After a while, he took out a can of beef from the space with some difficulty, squeezed it hard, and swallowed it in one gulp without caring about the cleanliness.
A moment later, when Nightmare dragged the unconscious Blood Cross to join Du Weiguo, his injuries had scabbed over, he had changed into clean clothes, and there were three bloody human heads piled at his feet.
It was night, in the dense forest in the southeast of Sumatra Island, on a relatively flat open space, a strong bonfire rose.
Above the bonfire, a rough and simple wooden frame was set up. On the wooden frame was roasting a terrifying behemoth, which turned out to be a skinned tiger.
That's right, it's a tiger, a rare Sumatran tiger. This big guy is naturally the prey brought back by Night Dire, a glutton.
The so-called ferocious beasts are all jokes in the eyes of Night Dire. They are all just food for it. The only difference is their size.
The Night Dire is the king of the jungle, the creature that stands at the top of the food chain, and it is the kind of dimensionality reduction attack.
Not to mention the distance, just because it goes all out and exudes its power, all the beasts within a few kilometers are frightened and dare not get close at all. It is even more powerful than a giant fox.
Today, the beast-controller Black Panther was defeated by its methods. It was soy sauce throughout the whole process and received the box lunch without even raising a single wave.
Having said that, there is only one spare seasoning in Du Weiguo's space, and that is salt, but the best ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods.
At this moment, this unlucky tiger was roasted until it was golden and shiny, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The oil dripped and crackled, and the aroma was fragrant and mouth-watering.
Night Dire is actually somewhat afraid of fire, but at this moment it couldn't help but move closer to the bonfire, sniffing hard, and its saliva was like a waterfall, soaking a huge pool on its chest.
Du Weiguo, who was flipping the barbecue, suddenly curled up his lips, picked up a flaming stick, and took it out.
The wooden stick was as fast as lightning and struck hard on the lower abdomen of Blood Cross, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead a few meters away.
"Ah~"
Du Weiguo did not show mercy to her, and was not gentle with her. The woman screamed miserably, unable to pretend any longer, and opened her eyes in pain.
At the first moment, she saw three bloody and ferocious heads very close to her.
Even though Blood Cross had seen big scenes, killing people like numbness and having a heart as hard as iron, he couldn't help but feel frightened and his face instantly turned pale. (End of chapter)
