I Am the Immortal Among Men

Every time I see these martial arts masters being beaten with flintlock guns, I am speechless =_=. It is not a problem to use a wooden shield coated with iron to resist bullets. If it can withstand close to the body, you can just hit it.

Brother, what you are doing is all about proficiency. Now you can completely shoot continuously and practice hard attacks without affecting contact shooting. There are so many stones on the road. Why not contact point shooting and increase long-range output? After all, this is the era of guns.

Arming militiamen for the public and practicing martial arts for private purposes, similar history should not make the reborn people so idiotic

I was speechless and he opened it again and then restricted it.

The writing is not atmospheric enough! If you write the opening like this, it will become a niche article! The pace of the start should be fast and fun! If you want to kill, kill until the blood flows like a river! The male channel should be an iron horse, a man who wakes up to take control of the world, lies drunk on the lap of a beautiful woman, and strives to be the emperor!

He knows everything in his head, but he behaves like a primary school student? Fear death? Is there any point in being afraid of death? Do you want to be cold feet before the battle? And then being forced to step forward? Do you really not understand that if you don't earn it, you die? Afraid of shrinking as an elephant traveler? In troubled times, one must have the capital to survive - but it is not until one is invincible that one can do the second thing. At any time, one must use the conditions one has to cultivate one's own power! These things are all done at the same time. It's not like you have to be successful behind closed doors and then play a single-threaded turn-based game. You can't be timid in the early stage and be wise and powerful in the later stage. Without such people, heroes have always been heroes, and no bully has ever turned into a hero!

The author should not weaken the protagonist, okay? When he went to fight Li Laizhong, dozens of guns hit the protagonist for half a cup of tea without any damage. This expressiveness was like Superman on the battlefields of World War I and World War II. How about not eating beef? Then, when fighting foreigners, he was scared to death even if he moved. The guns of the sheepmen are all 20 mm caliber, right? Or can the magic power of the senior brother be defeated by the blood of a black dog?

Has this protagonist traveled through time? Or is it a sequelae of time travel, leaving little broken balls in your brain?

There is no theme, the pig's feet are just drifting with the crowd, no opinion at all, no goals and no plans, the writing is too messy, and there is not much sense of participation.

There is serious homogeneity and no new ideas can be written, so you have to write well enough to break out of the siege. (Recently, a bunch of novels set in the late Qing Dynasty have suddenly appeared.) The Wu Sheng next door is very good. It feels good from head to toe. If we disagree, we will do it. You stab me twice and I will stab you once to see who dies first. If we are on the shoulder, we will chop it. I love my brother more than my sister-in-law