Chapter 392 Arms Salesman

The envoys recovered from the shock.

After all, they still had a mission.

Under the guidance of the Tiefling Guards, Sasise and his party boarded a rather novel steam locomotive and came to an open space outside Istalia.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. There were not many buildings here, only dozens of human-shaped standees full of bullet holes.

Sasise frowned slightly.

He thought he would see the imperial army showing off its might, showing them armor and swords, but in fact it was not the case.

"Are you sure it is here?"

"Yes."

"This is your destination."

"Ah, you are the customers from the Kingdom of Thrace."

Sasise turned his head and saw a half-dragon wearing a strange coat mixed with black and dark green striding towards them from a distance, waving at them very cheerfully - he was carrying several long wooden boxes behind him.

"Hello, hello."

"I am the military weapons sales specialist of the Empire. You can call me the battlefield wheelchair man."

The battlefield wheelchair man smiled and held Sahis's hand tightly.

Apart from the strange name and makeup, this enthusiasm also made Sahis feel a little puzzled, and even suspected that there was a trick.

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

"You should know that the Thracian Kingdom is in a large-scale war."

"We need to purchase a batch of weapons."

"I hope your things will not disappoint me."

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

"I will introduce the Empire's military weapons to you in detail. The samples are all here. I promise that you will not be disappointed."

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

"Is that all?"

Sahis frowned again.

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

The wooden box in front of him did not look like it could hold these weapons.

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

"This is."

Sahise remembered this weapon. He had seen similar things in the hands of those tiefling guards.

But he did not know the purpose of this weapon, nor did he feel the fluctuation of magic.

Such a thing.

How to kill the enemy?

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

"This is the latest model developed by our imperial weapons-[Enemy-breaking Fire-III (export version)]"

"This is the crystallization of the imperial firearms technology, a fine product among smoothbore guns."

In fact, the wheelchair man in the battlefield lied here.

The bigwigs of the Mechanicus have advanced the scientific research progress to the stage of World War II, and have imitated many firearms such as the M1 Garand, Simonov, and Mauser 98K.

They have even made a model of the Type 2 submachine gun that the wheelchair man in the battlefield has been thinking about.

And this "Enemy-breaking Fire" smoothbore rifle has been completely eliminated by the military, and it is several generations behind the current standard rifle.

Most of them are piled up in the armory and are covered with dust, and can only be used by those kobolds and goblin ragtag troops.

Sahise carefully observed this thing called "smoothbore rifle", trying to find the magic circuit from it, but found nothing.

"How does it work?"

Sahise couldn't help asking.

"It's very simple and easy to understand. I'll show you and you'll know."

The wheelchair man in the battlefield answered excitedly.

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

Then, the wheelchair man picked up the gun, aimed at the target on the opposite side, and quickly pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The gun whistled and smoke filled the air.

The lead bullets in the ammunition bag were fired, creating dense bullet holes on the standing target, knocking it down directly.

"Such power."

"How could this happen?"

Sahise looked quite surprised.

He felt that at the moment the gun was fired, a violent magic reaction occurred without warning, and this power was no less than some third-level spells.

As if sensing the other party's shock, the wheelchair man on the battlefield smiled, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth, and introduced incessantly:

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

"The accuracy and range of this [Enemy-breaking Fire-III (export version)] have undergone qualitative changes, the probability of bursting has been greatly reduced, and the shape is extremely beautiful."

"It is simply the best choice for home travel, battlefield killing, and highway robbery."

While listening to the other party's sales pitch, Sasise lowered his head and thought.

Although the power of this weapon is not bad, it is nothing in the former Holy Fadlan.

You should know that in the heyday of the empire, the arrows shot by the "Sun Wheel Bow" of the God-born nobles were as powerful as high-level spells of eight or nine rings.

But ordinary people cannot pull the gilded bowstring.

And this thing called "Enemy-breaking Fire" can be easily used by even thin women, children, and the elderly as long as they have no intellectual problems, and can exert the same power.

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

The emperor is probably going to extort a large sum of gold coins from them in the name of "trading", and he will also call it "supporting the Thracian Kingdom" to make a lot of money from them.

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

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

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

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

"Sure enough, it costs 99 gold."

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

"Wait--"

"What is the price?"

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

"This, this"

Sahise's voice was a little trembling, and he repeatedly confirmed whether he had heard it wrong.

It was not because the price was too expensive.

It was because it was too cheap.

It was so cheap that he felt incredible.

A "fire that breaks the enemy" was sold for only 99 silver coins.

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

With the population and financial resources of the Thracian Kingdom, 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 those ordinary troops and delay the offensive pace of the Cassander Kingdom.

"This thing is enough to change the situation!"

"I will report to His Majesty immediately!"

Sahise shouted in his heart.

However, Sahise did not know that he thought he had picked up a big bargain, but in fact he had already led the Thracian Kingdom into a deep pit carefully laid out by the Empire. (End of this chapter)