Wolf Barrel 5.56

A diseased rifle bullet at 900 meters per second landed on the man's face.

The warhead eaten on his cheek dives further into the back as he crushes his cheekbones and peels off his facial expressions. The moment it thus reached the inside of the skull, the kinetic energy of the warhead pushed the surrounding tissue apart, creating a cavity. This cruel phenomenon is called a "cavity phenomenon". The degree of wounds caused by the shooting depends on where this cavity is caused in the body. Fatal injuries if vital organs or blood vessels. But the head is the best.

A man dies instantly.

His right eye jumped from his disintegrating face and made a con noise as he hit the rock.

Over there, I just don't keep getting hit in silence.

Using the rock as a shield, three arrows were released from behind it.

Once the arrow rose, and drew a mountainous trajectory, it approached me. But all three arrows were played by the barrier erected by Mr. Roger - an equal size liott shield bent in two, like the tip of a ship's ear.

Mr. Roger, who is in front, is in charge of defense with the barrier at his mid waist.

I'm in charge of the M4A1 attack.

I immediately turned to fighting back.

The guys who had just shot the arrow were pretty far apart.

(I guess it's a little tough to keep aiming)

I thought so, concentrating my consciousness and thinking (bigger). Then the view on the lens of ACOG became obnoxious, and in about one blink of time, it was placed into something more enlarged. The ACOG that I produce can change the magnification without using my hands.

The multiplier goes from twice to six times.

This ACOG has the troubling property that when high magnification, the magic drain jumps rapidly. Even though the maintenance of guns and barriers alone is already a considerable burden. I can't waste my magic. Come on, Ogami Singo.

At the end of the objective lens.

Behind the rock, he laid out his aim for the man who was trying to keep his next arrow in sight.

(I can't see your balls, you mangy bastard)

Under the iron mask, laughing softly.

Cross Reticle.

Gun eye on the barrier.

And the moment the man's head was all lined up in a straight line, I hit the trigger.

With a loud gunshot, recoil rushes from shoulder to body. The warhead burst into the man's head aimlessly. Fragments of the skull and parts of the brain blew up in a puff.

A man's body, like a domino, slowly falls to the side.

Then it seemed that there was another hiding beside him, so that he could be pushed out by the fallen corpse, revealing its half from the shadow of the rock. A man rushes over the body and tries to get back behind a rock. I'll let you. I fired three shots at a man with no luck. Two of them hit.

Crude iron armor is of no use before a rifle bullet shot off by an unknown firing drug called magic. The vicious warhead that flew as Kirimumi rotated penetrated the man's body with each armor and plunged into the rock behind him. Apparently the ballistics were damaging the thick blood vessels, and from the holes in the meat that passed back and forth, the momentum blew out well.

And it came to pass, that the men that were round about were raised up in heaven, and bowed down before them.

All right, now. I slapped Mr. Roger in the shoulder from behind.

"I'm frightened! Forward to that rock, please!

"Answer!

Along with his powerful voice, Mr. Roger begins to move forward. I followed as I guarded my surroundings.

Along the way, a single arrow released with a rash hit the barrier and made a "gong" noise. The barrier is translucent, so you can see where the enemy fired the arrow from. That's good, but seeing arrows flying towards me wasn't a very pleasant object.

"It's impeccable, but it doesn't make you feel alive."

And Mr. Roger laughs with his back turned.

I punched two shots in the chest of a man who had just shot an arrow, and laughed back.

"It's also the idea that the view is too good."

"Not at all. Still, you surprise me."

"Really?

"Oh yes, I suppose. I heard you were new, but how can you calm down? It's like a mercenary used to being in a training field. Besides your magic. [M] No quality, no arms, no compatibility. I've never seen such precise magic. Mostly what is this barrier? How can I carry your barriers? I'm going to get dizzy when I think of it."

"Ha," even if you say so at the top.

"Mr. Ogami. Are you sure you're new?

"It's my first month tomorrow."

"Yes, a month!?

I didn't have to look at his face to find out that Mr. Roger looked up to him.

"Ha, no, this is why the world is him. The next hell of a thing comes out. I'm in the mood to be left behind by the times, not at all - for eleven o'clock!

"Yes."

Aim at eleven o'clock - diagonally forward to the left, cleared the gunshot eye, and squeezed the trigger by setting a target on the man who tried to circle in.

The bullet slid between the rock and the rock at speeds above the sound speed, hitting the man's neck.

A 5,56mm bullet puts a hole in the iron chest deck and cleaves the monastic muscle and thick blood vessels beneath it. Blood sprayed up from the carotid artery splashed on the rocky skin the man put on his back. Go where your leg stopped, and another shot. Hit left chest. The man's body blew backwards, hit the rock, and slipped off cheating.

"Brilliant!

"No."

Check for damage to the surface of the barrier while replacing the magazine quickly.

The barrier that Mr. Roger now possesses differs in shape from his usual objects. Shape like glued two plates about 2m high at an angle of 45 degrees. It's an alphabet "A" from above. This horizontal bar is holding hands.

When I say why it's bent, there's a reason for that.

Tilt to gain higher defense against frontal attacks. Tested in advance with 5,56 mm ammunition, it cracked with an average of four shots in the plane and finally penetrated with the seventh, while the inclination could not penetrate with 10 shots.

Based on that theory, we created this oversized barrier.

The thickness does not extend to Dominic's stuff, but it can nevertheless be said to be about the same when it comes to strength.

Ma, it doesn't have to be that strong.

I said why...

"Shoot simultaneously, I'm coming!

We hurried to hide in the shadows of the rocks, confirming the green arrows ahead. A few seconds later, multiple arrows poured down making a zappy cut. But most of the arrows were played by rocks and the barriers for the rest. If the shield is used successfully in this way, it can be easily outdone. In the middle of the road, like Dominic, you don't have to get arrows carefully.

Retain one more person from the shadows and resume moving.

Like an ice crusher.

Slowly, surely, he chops down his opponent's position.

After a while, there was movement in the enemy.

Several men ran on the rocks to get close. The man's face, which appeared chilling in the ACOG, was a sad one ready to die. Have you given up your life for your people? The guts I looked up to.

It moves like sewing a rock, so it doesn't really make me aim. One steps on the blood buildup at his feet and breaks the balance. I was able to shoot a bullet in there and finish it off. But in the meantime, I missed two. Damn, it's a lot tough to have only ten bullets in it.

"Two coming!

"Okay. Behind you, please."

Copy that, sir.

The remnants are three.

The signs of the men are almost there. I can't load it in time. I was ready for a melee under the iron mask. Fine, come on. I'll deal with them.

The two men attacked me trying to pinch me from front to back.

Mr. Roger burst into the man in front. Step in hard and slap the sharp corners of the barrier, in the face of the man. From the forehead to the tip of the jaw, the bones were submerged. From a man's mouth, blood, teeth and screams jump. Mr. Roger pulled out his sword and released a sloppy poke as he hoisted the barrier overhead like a roof. The tip of the sword sinks into the neck of the man. A single poke cuts off a man's life. Mr. Roger ended by tackling him with a barrier and bouncing off the man's body.

I deal with the man in the rear.

An elevated reflex nerve took the lead from the man.

Aim at the man's torso and squeeze the trigger. A warhead with intent to kill jumps from the muzzle. The bullet hit the man's abdomen. There was a small hole in the man's armor, under which the dismantling of the human body began. Fangs with a bullet diameter of 5.69 mm ate into the skin, shattered ribs and rattled the transverse colon. A broken rib becomes a small razor and hurts the man's body. And kinetic energy produced a "cavity" in the abdomen, which severed the inferior mesenteric artery up and down.

A man's body is stiff as if it had been abased by electricity.

Continue aiming at the head, firing. Hit.

Again, the 5,56mm ammo I make is powerful. And cruel.

The head of the man, who was hit directly by a rifle bullet, was about half blown up, like grotesque avant-garde art. The contents are loose and on my shoulder. A knife fell out of a man's hand. I have a brilliant temper to attack, but I guess I didn't get a little bit of an idea.

Explore the signs, but feel nothing in particular.

I made sure it was safe and I went to reload work. [M]

Leave one bullet in the barrel and remove the magazine. The gun is basically, even if you pull out the magazine, 'If there's ammunition in the drugstore, you can only shoot one shot'. But the only shot I can shoot is one shot waiting for me in the drugstore. Leaving only one shot like this to reload is called a "tactical reload".

I tried to get a new magazine out of the porch - that was then.

From the rocky shade just around the corner, the signs swelled up.

"Huh!?

Almost at the same time as I turned to you in surprise, a man jumped at me from the rock.

Fuck you, and bite your umbilical cord.

There were only three people approaching. It was my mistake to put too much emphasis on the sixth sense.

I manage to pull the trigger, but I can't possibly hit a bullet that doesn't hold up properly. The last shot rubbed next to the man swimming in the universe.

Hit him, fall back so he can hang together.

I hit him hard in the back and exhaled gaha.

On me falling on my back, a man crossed to hold me down and took the mount position. And with a knife I held backwards, I try to pierce my throat. I held the M4A1 horizontally and tried to hit the man's wrist to prevent the knife.

"Mr. Ogami!

Mr. Roger tries to come and help, but the "fuck" enemy arrows stop it.

"Die. Die. Die!

A man on top turns his bloody eyes on me.

The man rounds his back and tries to push the knife down with all his might. But the tip of the blade stopped 30 centimeters from my skin. Guh, even if a guh man looses his body and builds momentum, he doesn't even get picky.

Because the force to push back from the bottom is stronger.

Every day, every day.

I ate my teeth, I felt like I was bleeding, I kept working out to work out, my biceps, my megathoracic muscles, my spine completely exceeded my man's muscle strength.

Slowly the knife is pushed back.

The man's face distorts in agony. Let me look at that. [M] You're the one who's gonna die, motherfucker.

That's when some space opened up between me and the man, and I quickly pulled my left arm. At the same time, he shook his right arm sideways - with a stock of guns, beating a man's comic from the side.

A definite response called Gatsung. All the best, of course. The stock has an aluminum alloy core. If they hit a human body steeple with something like this, they won't be safe.

The man's eyes swim. I haven't seen any of those eyes. The man's consciousness was caught out of his head.

Here's your chance.

When I grabbed the man's back hair, I pulled him in glitchy and cut him in the head. [M] From the forehead of the iron mask, twitching, and the sound of the nasal cartilage crushed. A man bleeds and turns back. I kicked a guy in the ass and got out of the mount. [M]

Summon Beretta M92F with a bullet loaded in her right hand. He pulled the slide and shot two shots in the torso and two in the face of a man who was flipping like a frog. That's what a man's body bounces like a frog.

I made sure the man was completely dead and threw up the air that had accumulated in his lungs.

Under the iron mask, the cold sweat blew out. I really sucked at this right now.

(Oh shit, that's what happened)

And by now, I realized the second mistake I made. "Side Arm."

A side arm is a weapon that is available as a backup when the main weapon runs out of ammo or malfunctions. I avoided subpoenaing Beretta as a sidearm in an effort to contain the magic that was consumed all the time. Thanks to you, it's this Zama. I was dying. This is what happens because I only think about what's right in front of me, you idiot. Reflection is later.

I punched a hole in the bottom of my vest pouch with a knife and forced Beretta into it. It's an impromptu holster.

"Mr. Ogami, are you hurt?

"There isn't. And you?"

"It's okay."

Briefly communicate the situation.

I reached out to pick up the M4A1 that was rolling by my side - I stopped.

I can't use this gun anymore. I need a new one.

"Mr. Roger, ten seconds to prepare."

Copy that.

This assault carbine suddenly performs such bullshit that it can shoot a target 200 m away without having to zero in (aiming adjustment). You know, when you use it in a way that's as abusive as it should be, it bends the heso and the bullet doesn't fly straight away.

He looks like a chunk of iron, but sometimes he gives me the look of a creature.

So it seems loving.

Ever since I came to this world, I've become fond of guns. [M]

This is my body. My meat, my bones. And I will.

From the vortex of green light, M4A1 is produced with a voice. Plug in the magazine. Take two sips of magic medicine. My strength hasn't diminished at all.

Just ten seconds.

"I can."

"All right, let's move on"

Even Dominic is already here.