Earth Dimensional Snack System

Summer is fast and changeable. The last second is hot and there is no cloud, and the next second is so dark that there is no light.

The fine sand floating in the air sang and danced happily. When the wind mixed with the fine sand, Xiaohu Lu, who couldn't open his eyes, broke down in his heart.

However, he didn't choose for himself, but he came to an unknown place and collapsed. Lu Xiaohu, who has been reading about (novel) from junior high school, has no fantasies about crossing this kind of thing ten thousand times in his heart, but eight thousand are still there. , Regret is useless. Since this has been done, he must accept it. The only thing he can do is to settle down as he meets the situation.

As an ordinary person, a newcomer, coming to the world of Qiyun Star Region, Yuntian City adheres to the principle of fairness, justice and openness. Xiaohu Lu has two choices:

Cold weapon war!

War of hot weapons!

Lu Xiaohu has heard such a saying: before bullets, everyone is equal!

Decisively, Lu Xiaohu chose a cold weapon war.

Cold weapon wars are divided into indiscriminate wars, novice wars, primary wars, intermediate wars, advanced wars, and top wars.

Succinctly and clearly, the combination of indiscriminate war and novice war is a bit scary.

Once, Xiaohu Lu was also a man with the same wind, and his heart was ready to move. In the end, Xiaohu Lu chose a novice war.

With a height of 1.9 meters, full of fat and flesh, and his wife shouted good physical strength, Lu Xiaohu felt that he had entered the novice war, not to mention smooth sailing, at least it was smooth sailing.

However, the reality is cruel, no matter where, where, and when.

Lu Xiaohu, who was assigned to the Xian (Cannon) Feng (Gray) Camp, felt that he was just two pieces of armor that had been rotten by rain because of improper protection. He looked at his hand without the point of the sword, and the blade was full of gaps. He thought that he was holding the tattered bronze sword in his hand and was about to fight an enemy two kilometers away from here, hiding in the fortress, and possibly armed to the teeth. Who knew how broken his heart was.

"Captain Yun, can we really conquer the opponent's fortress with our own troops?" Lu Xiaohu grinned, and dangling at the dog's tail grass that he didn't know where he found. He was not tall. With the public face that was thrown into the crowd and couldn't find anyone in the blink of an eye, he was dressed in a fairly clean gray coarse cloth, and he held an iron sword that was also full of gaps in his hand, asked the very, very ordinary boy.

Yun Tian glanced at Lu Xiaohu with slanted eyes, took out the dog's tail grass in his mouth, and said in a casual tone: "We only have one day's dry food on our bodies. We can't attack the other side's fortress, only death."

"We only have more than 500 people, and half of those who are truly capable of fighting are good. The other side has a strong fortress. This battle is not easy to fight."

A man with dyed purple hair, tattoos all over his body, dressed in tattered jeans and a broken spear in his hand, interrupted in his twenties.

This person is called Wang Di. Regardless of his appearance as a social person, in fact, among the four people under Yun Tian's hands, he is the best and most obedient.

"This is the battlefield for newcomers. It is the first time for us to come to the battlefield. It is impossible for Yuntian City to give us a mortal mission. There will be casualties, but I believe that victory will belong to us."

Liu Chu, with his left eye eight hundred and five, his right eye eight hundred and nine, surrounded by a pink bathrobe with cartoon octopus printed on him, his hands tightly held the wooden shield that might save his life, and he blinked desperately, trying to identify the person who spoke. People said in words that wanted to convince themselves and increase their confidence.

"A group of modern people, trash from another world, and cowardly people, together, how can we win the war? We will lose, we will lose."

Under Yuntian, the last person, a little fat man wearing a school uniform that was infested by dust and no longer able to see the previous color, carrying a schoolbag, shouted in despair.