Lin Mo loaded the magazine in his hand back into the rifle.
"Click-"
He raised the gun and aimed at a distant target.
He pulled the trigger.
"Hiss-"
A blue-white beam shot out instantly, and a faint scorched smell filled the air.
The beam struck the target, burning straight through the steel plate in an instant and leaving dark red, molten traces around the edges.
Lin Mo's eyes lit up.
That power!
Awesome!
And there was almost no recoil.
The feel was a little strange for someone accustomed to handling guns, but for him, it was easy enough to get used to.
He pulled the trigger repeatedly.
"Hiss-"
"Hiss-"
"Hiss-"
Three beams shot out in succession, leaving three holes wider than the mouth of a bowl in the target.
Lin Mo lowered the gun and looked at Zhao Gang.
"What's its range?"
Zhao Gang said,
"Five hundred meters."
"It's most effective within two hundred meters."
"Given human eyesight and aiming accuracy, that's enough."
Lin Mo nodded.
A five-hundred-meter range was more than enough for a rifle.
He looked at the Plasma Rifle in his hands, excitement flashing in his eyes.
With this thing, Great Xia's combat strength had risen another notch!
Then Zhao Gang gave a mysterious smile and lowered his voice a little.
"There's something even more powerful."
Lin Mo's eyes lit up at that.
"There's more? What is it?"
Zhao Gang grinned.
"A plasma cannon, and an electromagnetic cannon."
Lin Mo's eyes widened.
"!!!"
They even had cannons now?
Two different types, at that!
He grabbed Zhao Gang's arm. "Come on, come on! Where are they?"
Dragged forward by him, Zhao Gang shook his head with a smile.
The two crossed the shooting range and headed straight for the artillery camp.
Even from a distance, they could see