The waist skin stretched out in one direction to fix it firmly.

Through the pane, from the scope, Die Lie has clearly seen that a group of Southern Song officials on the coast of 500 meters away, holding the sleeves to cover the wind, pointing to these wars vessels.

Before the hundred officials, one person, a purple official robe, wearing a six -beam crown, a waist circumference jade belt, hanging purple golden fish bags, proudly negatively, standing when the wind stands.

This person was once a pawn of Dili. In the Southern Song Dynasty, it played a very important role in the process of decline. But at this time, at the same time, when he wanted to snip the Southern Song Dynasty, he must chaos his politics. Qin Yue has its own own own.

Utilizing value. At this time, the government in the Southern Song Dynasty had been controlled by Qin Yue. Zhao Ting had to restart the new game.

Being Di Lie's sour Zhao Saiyue. Although she didn't even have a few points of standing strength at this moment, she still insisted on leaning on the bunker, using a single telescope to observe through the window hole. As a "magic gun.

"Worship", watch this artifact day and night. If you have n’t even seen a sniper, would n’t it be a regrettable thing?

There was a sudden knock on the cabin door, and Yue Yun's rapid voice came: "Your Majesty, the wind and waves are too strong to enter the port.

Di Lie's voice was surprisingly calm: "More thirty feet closer, just thirty feet!"

"Understood! I will leave at the end." Yue Yun hurried away.

Under normal circumstances and conditions, a sniper shot from 500 meters away would not be worth a shot to Di Lie. However, the weather was so bad and the environment was so bad. In order to ensure a hit, Di Lie had to get as close as possible, and then

near.

Dark clouds were rolling, thunder was faint, and the warships followed the wind and waves, seemingly slow but actually fast, and kept approaching. Ten small boats were also dispatched from the harbor, braving the wind and waves, and tried to get closer.

In the cabin on the first floor, Zhao Zheng looked solemn, pounded his fists on his palms, paced back and forth, looked up from time to time, and looked at the coast in the distance, feeling worried.

Four hundred and eighty meters...

Four hundred and fifty meters...

Four hundred and twenty meters...

Di Lie took a deep breath, lightly touched the trigger with his fingers, held his breath, and was as steady as a rock. Every cell in his body seemed to be in a state of stillness. Through the crosshair, the target's eyebrows and forehead were so clear and real, and they seemed to be also there.

Waiting, waiting for that moment to come...

Four hundred meters—now!

With his usual confidence and determination, Di Lie pulled the trigger neatly.

High-precision bullets from eight hundred years in the future ejected from the faint white smoke of the muzzle brake, spinning at high speed, carrying the invitation of death, and pounced on the target, and a bloody flash appeared——

At almost the same moment, a strong bolt of lightning flashed across the sky above the coast, followed immediately by a thunderclap, which caused numbness in the scalp and deafness in both ears.

When all the officials in the Southern Song Dynasty were hiding with their heads in hand like quails, someone inadvertently glanced somewhere, his eyes almost bulged out of his sockets, he stretched out his hand and trembled his fingers, and there was a sound. After a while, he let out a frightened scream with a different tone: "Qin Xianggong

, Censor Wanqi was shot in the head by a thunderbolt!"

In the fourth year of Tianjian, on the last day of the year, Di Lie completed the final blow of his time-travel career - one shot through two people and a series of headshots!

Qin Hui, Wan Qixi, died.

…

Chang'an, Imperial Palace, Northwest Secret Pavilion, Divine Spear Hall.

Di Lie removed the firing pin of the Barrett sniper rifle, inserted it into his pocket, and then gently placed the assembled firearm on the red and black painted gun rack in the center of the hall.

He has completed the historical mission entrusted to him by this time and space, and this great sniper that accompanied him to kill the enemy alone, fight back, traverse the battlefield, and dominate the world has also completed its mission.

One person and a gun performed a legend and created an empire. They then influenced history, changed China, and turned the world around.

Everything is different.

As for the future direction of this dynasty, Di Lie does not intend to forcefully implement democracy or constitutionalism in his lifetime. What he has to do is to use the prestige of the founding king as much as possible to influence existing policies without causing any problems.

On the basis of overly damaging the vested interests, gradually liberate the lower-level productivity. Productivity determines the upper-level foundation. When productivity develops to a certain eruption point, quantitative changes will inevitably lead to qualitative changes. By then, the entire society will also move towards a new era.

…

Step by step, steady development, although slow, but steady. If it doesn't work in one hundred years, then two hundred or three hundred years - China still has a lot of time...

Di Lie put his hands behind his hands and stared at this life-and-death companion. For a long time, for a long time... he turned around silently, and walked out of the hall with the sound of the kong's footsteps echoing. In the middle of the empty hall, the blue flowing stream of the Barrett sniper rifle could be seen.

The linear gun barrel exudes a cold and cold light in the dark hall...

The palace door slammed shut, and an immortal legend was sealed forever.

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Chapter completed!