After traveling through time and becoming a useless aristocrat whose territory was barren and even bandits disliked him, Alan Valentine's only source of support was a rusty red police base vehicle.
While others are practicing fighting spirit, he has the AK47 to mobilize troops.
When someone else summons Meteor, he has the Prism Tank's concentrated death ray.
When the dragon covered the sky, he silently set up the magnetic storm coil.
The orc commander roared and charged, and was wiped out by crossfire within a minute. He could not get closer than ten meters until he died.
The Elf Ranger sneaked in for reconnaissance and brought back a sniper bullet with a range three times greater than theirs.
The ancient red dragon swooped down, was paralyzed by Tesla's electricity, and fled in panic. From then on, flying monsters across the continent circled that territory.
The enemy always thought that he was a soft persimmon, and every time he taunted him, he was extremely cruel, and every time, the slaps in the face came fast and loud.
When an army of 50,000 orcs, accompanied by Behemoth beasts and shaman regiments, came to the city, everyone thought that the "Musket Demon of the Border" was about to fall.
Until the iron curtain of the war fortress rose, and the sound of tracks of the torrent of steel crushed the pride of the entire old era.
They finally understood——
This person has been crushing everything in a low-key way from the beginning.
Guys who have never played Red Alert