Terraria: The Digitalized Me Is Causing Chaos

Inside the military camp's shooting range.

Yang Tao held the G98 in his hand, aimed at the distant target, and pulled the trigger.

Bang...

With Yang Tao's full concentration, the bullet was clearly visible, flying out of the muzzle at high speed and hitting the target hundreds of meters away.

Yang Tao smiled, very satisfied with his marksmanship:

"Twenty-seven, did you learn it? Come on, you try!"

Twenty-seven, who was beside him, was excited, and the so-called rifle's performance on the battlefield had already emerged in his mind.

Hearing Yang Tao's words, he immediately came up.

"Okay, sir!"

Bolt-action rifles are very simple to operate, at least much simpler than muskets and flintlocks.

Following Yang Tao's previous actions and introduction, Twenty-seven pulled the bolt, loaded the bullet, aimed at the target, and pulled the trigger.

Bang.

The same sound rang out, and a recoil force was transmitted from the gun body to his shoulder, but with the experience of using muskets, Twenty-seven didn't do anything laughable.

Yang Tao watched the bullet fly out, shook his head with a smile and said: "It's very good for your first shot, you were only three or four meters away from hitting the target."

Instantly, Twenty-seven's face turned red, but he was not discouraged, stroking the gun body with great affection.

"You take your men and practice hard, I don't expect you to be perfect, but you have to be close."

"By the way, remember to retrieve the shell casings and send them to the workshop to see if they can be reloaded."

Looking at the distant target, Yang Tao suddenly remembered the militia training base before he time-traveled, and then ordered:

"You can pile up a mound of earth behind the target, so that the bullets can also be found. Although they are not very precious, they are also good materials."

One or two bullets are not noticeable, but tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of bullets, when the time comes, it would be great to melt them down and make something else.

Save when you should save, spend when you should spend, ride a bicycle to the bar.

"Understood, sir!"

After teaching Twenty-seven and the others how to use the G98, Yang Tao left the military camp amidst the respectful farewells of the soldiers.

"I must kidnap some engineers and workers back, and create the Second Industrial Revolution in advance, and occupy the territory of the Great Yuan with crushing power…"

After having an idea in his mind, Yang Tao had the idea of taking a stroll in other countries.

… …

In the dense forest not far from the Yizhuang.

Yang Tao used the teleportation crystal tower to return to Mr. Zombie's world.

Rumble…

Thunder sounded, and heavy rain with a trace of cold air fell from the sky.

Yang Tao stood in front of the window, watching the heavy rain outside, turned around and sat on the chair, looking at the crystal tower placed in the room.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind.

'Speaking of which, only one crystal tower of the same type can exist in a world. It seems that this is not a world anymore. Can more crystal towers be placed?'

As soon as this idea came up, Yang Tao immediately stood up and found the merchant NPC who was strolling in another room.

Open the store and find a new forest crystal tower to buy.

Putting the crystal tower on the ground, Yang Tao put his hand on it with excitement, and the familiar scene appeared in front of him again.

"It really works!!!"

Yang Tao was very excited but also quickly calmed down.

"However, what I lack now is not the crystal tower, but the NPC…"

"I don't know who in this world can meet the conditions of an NPC, Uncle Jiu? Maybe he counts as one, Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng also have to try…"

The next day, the heavy rain outside continued to fall.

However, the sky was much brighter.

Overnight, Yang Tao transferred all the NPC's houses to the underground, so that they would not be discovered by accident.

Braving the heavy rain, Yang Tao ran to the Yizhuang.

This time, he didn't knock on the door either, he just jumped in lightly.

"Master! Senior Uncle!"

Uncle Jiu, who was drinking tea with Simu, raised his head in surprise when he heard Yang Tao's voice.

"It's raining so hard, why did you still come?"

"Master, this disciple is preparing to go out for two days, and I came to say hello to you specially."

"Where are you going?"

"Just going out to buy some supplies, don't worry, Master, it may take a week."

Yang Tao had made up his mind to go directly to the place where the little devils were doing well.

After all, it's close to home, and the little devils, who were ambitious after the war, have been eyeing China. Whether it's weapons, ammunition, or personnel, Yang Tao has no psychological burden when he robs them.

Hearing what Yang Tao said, Uncle Jiu nodded lightly without intending to stop him. He was very happy that his disciples had their own things to do, after all, it was impossible for all the disciples to guard his small Yizhuang.

And Yang Tao looked like the kind of person who had his own ideas.

"When are you going to leave?"

"Now!"

Uncle Jiu frowned slightly, looked at the heavy rain outside and said, "So anxious?"

Yang Tao said with a smile: "The sooner I go, the sooner I come back."

Uncle Jiu nodded and didn't ask any further questions, but stood up and said to Yang Tao: "You wait for me for a while."

After saying that, he turned and walked into the house.

Soon, Uncle Jiu came out of the room again, but he had a small cloth bag in his hand, and handed the cloth bag to Yang Tao and said earnestly:

"The world is a bit chaotic now, take this money, and be careful."

Yang Tao was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and glanced at the money bag that Uncle Jiu handed over, and a series of metallic clanging sounds came from inside.

Immediately, a look of crying and laughing appeared on his face.

"Master, no need."

"Other disciples may be a little short, but this disciple is really not short of money."

Saying that, he stuffed the money bag back into Uncle Jiu's hand.

"But this disciple is very curious, where did you get your savings, Master?"

Whether it's in the movie or in the observations of the past few days, Uncle Jiu is not the kind of person who has money at all.

Uncle Jiu said with a smile: "This money was given by Ren Fa."

"And he gave a lot more. If you hadn't saved him from Ren Taiye's hands, Ren Fa would never have given so much based on his character, so take this money."

Yang Tao suddenly realized that Ren Fa was preparing to spend a small amount of money to do big things.

After Ren Taiye's incident, Ren Fa not only believed in the existence of zombies and ghosts.

At the same time, he also believed that Uncle Jiu was a real expert.

Spending more money to have a relationship with an expert like Uncle Jiu is simply too easy.

"Uncle Jiu, this disciple is really not short of money, and this money was given to you by Ren Fa. He knows that this disciple is not short of money, so this has nothing to do with me."

"Since you agreed, then I'll leave first."

Saying that, he didn't give Uncle Jiu a chance to react, and ran directly out of the Yizhuang.

Simu watched Yang Tao jump out of the Yizhuang's wall with a light leap, and almost didn't pop his eyes out.

"No, Senior Brother, where did you pick up this disciple from? Isn't this skill already at the grandmaster level?"

The grandmaster masters of the "Mr. Zombie" world are barely first-class masters in "Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre", after all, the focus of the two worlds is different.

Uncle Jiu looked at Yang Tao who had disappeared, with a helpless expression on his face.

"This child…"

Hearing Simu's words, he showed a proud expression on his face and said: "I don't know the specific strength, but my disciple defeated a twenty-year-old zombie with just his physical strength."

"The corpse aura was scattered!"

Simu sucked in a breath of cold air, stood up and pounced directly on Uncle Jiu and said: "Senior Brother!!!"

"Give me this disciple, I will definitely teach him the Divine Strike Technique wholeheartedly! It's a waste if he doesn't learn the Divine Strike Technique."

Uncle Jiu glanced at his junior brother who was entangled with him, rolled his eyes directly and said: "He is not suitable for the Divine Strike Technique."

"Also, find your own disciples, what's the matter with you poaching my corner?"