Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

The mission still recovered from the shock.

After all, they still have a mission.

Under the guidance of the Tiefling Guards, Sahise and a group of others got on a rather novel steam locomotive and arrived at an open space on the outskirts of Istalia.

The surrounding area is filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. There are not many buildings here, only dozens of human-shaped signboards riddled with bullet holes.

Sahisei frowned slightly.

He had expected to see the mighty Imperial Army showing off their armor and swords, but in fact this was not the case.

"Are you sure this is here?"

"That's right."

"This is your destination."

"Ah, you must be customers from the Kingdom of Thracia."

Sahise turned around and looked, and saw a half-dragon man wearing a strange coat of black and dark green striding from a distance, waving to them particularly cheerfully - he was also carrying several long strips behind him. wooden box.

"Hello, hello."

"I am the Empire's arms sales specialist. You can call me the Field Wheelchair Man."

The man in the battlefield wheelchair held Sahise's hand tightly with a smile on his face.

Apart from the weird name and makeup, this enthusiasm also made Sahise feel a little baffled, and even suspected that there was fraud.

Therefore, he tried his best to maintain the image of the chief diplomat of the Kingdom of Thrace, with an extremely serious expression.

"You should know that the Kingdom of Thrace is in the midst of a large-scale war."

"We need to purchase a batch of weapons."

"I hope your stuff doesn't disappoint me."

"Of course, of course, please come this way."

"I will give you a detailed introduction to the empire's ordnance. The samples are all here. I promise you will not be disappointed."

The battlefield wheelchair man warmly welcomed them, took them to the shooting range, and took down the wooden boxes behind them.

"Is that all?"

Sahisei frowned again.

Based on his experience, on large-scale battlefields, the most commonly used weapons by mortal soldiers are spears, bows, and armor. Elite troops will attach magic runes to these weapons.

The wooden box in front of him didn't look like it could hold these weapons.

The battlefield wheelchair man excitedly opened the wooden box, took out a rather delicate "long stick", and held it skillfully in his hand.

"This is."

Sahise remembered this weapon; he had seen something similar in the hands of tieflings.

But he didn't know the purpose of this weapon, and he didn't feel the fluctuation of magic.

Something like this.

How to use it to kill enemies?

As if sensing the confusion in the other person's eyes, the man in the battlefield wheelchair clapped his gun and introduced confidently:

"This is the latest model developed by our imperial ordnance - [Enemy-Destroying Fire-Type III (export model)]"

"This is the crystallization of imperial firearms craftsmanship, the best of muskets."

In fact, the battlefield wheelchair man lied here.

The leaders of the Mechanicum have advanced scientific research to the World War II stage and have imitated various firearms such as the M1 Garand, Simonov, and Mauser 98K.

They have even made a model of the Type II submachine gun that everyone in battlefield wheelchairs has longed for.

This "Enemy-Destroying Fire" musket has been completely eliminated by the military, and is several generations behind the current standard long gun.

Most of them are piled up in the armory to gather dust, and they can be used by the motley army of kobolds and goblins.

Sahise carefully observed this thing called the "musket", trying to find the magic circuit on it, but found nothing.

"How is it used?"

Sahise couldn't help but ask.

"It's very simple and easy to understand. You will understand after I demonstrate it to you."

The battlefield wheelchair man replied excitedly.

He took out the ammunition wrapped in oilcloth from the pocket of his camouflage uniform and skillfully loaded it from the muzzle of the gun.

Immediately afterwards, the man in the battlefield wheelchair picked up the gun, aimed at the target opposite, and quickly pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

Gunfire roared and smoke filled the air.

The lead bullets in the ammunition bag were shot out, creating dense holes in the vertical target and knocking it down directly.

"Such power."

"how so?"

Sahise looked quite surprised.

He felt that at the moment when the gun was activated, a violent magical reaction occurred without warning, and this power was no less than some third-ring spells.

As if feeling the shock of the other party, the man in the battlefield wheelchair chuckled, showing his sharp white teeth, and introduced eloquently:

"Compared with the previous generation [Enemy-Destroying Fire Type II], its various performances have been greatly improved."

"The accuracy and range of this [Enemy-Destroying Fire-Type III (export model)] have undergone qualitative changes. The probability of the gun exploding is greatly reduced, and its appearance is extremely beautiful."

"It is simply the best choice for traveling at home, killing people on the battlefield, and robbing people on the road."

Sahise lowered his head and thought while listening to the other party's sales pitch.

Although the power of this weapon is not bad, it is nothing in the holy Fadland of the past.

You must know that in the heyday of the empire, the arrows shot by the "Solar Bow" of the divine nobles were as powerful as high-level spells of the eighth or ninth rings.

But mortals cannot pull the gilt bowstring.

As for this thing called the "Enemy-Destroying Fire", even thin women, children, and the elderly, as long as they have no problem with their intelligence, can easily use it and exert the same power.

But the price of such a magic weapon will definitely not be low.

The emperor probably wanted to extort a large sum of gold coins from them in the name of "trading", and also used the euphemistic name of "supporting the Thracian Kingdom" to kill them severely.

Sahise couldn't help but sigh, and was ready to go back and apologize to His Majesty Wilham.

"The original price was 199 silver coins, the current price is only 99 silver coins!"

“If you place an order of more than 50,000 pieces at a time, you can also enjoy a 15% discount!”

The wheelchair man in the battlefield was still talking, and he happened to talk about the price of the sale.

"Sure enough, it costs ninety-nine gold."

Sahise sighed first, then raised his head suddenly, his pupils suddenly dilated, and his mouth opened involuntarily.

"etc--"

"What's the price?"

The battlefield wheelchair man was a little strange, but he repeated: "The unit price is 99 silver coins. If you place an order of more than 50,000 pieces at a time, you will have the opportunity to enjoy a 15% discount."

"This this"

Sahise's voice trembled a little, and she repeatedly confirmed whether she heard correctly.

It's not because it's too expensive.

But because it's too cheap.

It was so cheap that he found it unbelievable.

A "fire that destroys enemies" costs only 99 silver coins.

This means that they only need to capture some insignificant ordinary mortals, train them a little, and spend less than 100,000 gold coins to raise an infantry army of 100,000 people.

With the population and financial resources of the Kingdom of Thrace, it is more than enough to pull out hundreds of thousands of such troops.

Although it is difficult to cause effective damage to the opponent's legendary power, it is more than enough to deal with ordinary armies and slow down the attack of the Kingdom of Cassander.

"This thing is enough to change the situation of the war!"

"I want to report to Your Majesty immediately!"

Sahise shouted in his heart.

However, Sahise did not know that he thought he had gotten a big deal, but in fact he had led the Kingdom of Thracia into a pit carefully laid out by the empire. (End of chapter)