Medieval rabbit

“A qualified Artillery Master must have enough attack range! That is why it’s reasonable for me to have a 3-kilometer-wide cannon,” Kerr Cowell said as he watched the people around him react with dumbfounded reactions after his firework display.
Tens of thousands of different races were thrown to another world and forced to wage wars against each other. That marked the start of a new world where survival was the sole focus.

My Cannon Is Three-Kilometer-Wide

Five people, a total of 5000 star coins.


The price is a bit expensive, but the overall cost of living on this planet is also high. After all, those who do business here do so with their heads on their belts.


So it's quite reasonable for the price to be high.


A man sitting in the front of the bus suddenly got up, walked directly to Kerr Cowell's side, and sat down in the seat next to Kerr Cowell. He didn't look at Kerr Cowell, but rather seemed to be speaking to himself.


Kerr Cowell looked out the window, hearing the voice in his ear but not turning his head. He casually asked, "Is it that easy to tell?"


"Yeah, people who've been here for a while wouldn't wear white clothes like you guys. There are sandstorms everywhere, even the cleanest clothes will get dirty in a few minutes."


"Those two people just now weren't good people."


Chapter 315: "This is an exclusive attack method of the Carl Jacob Company!" (10,000-word chapter!) _2