Inside the vast underground depot, standard melee weapons were piled everywhere. The newest thing was the platform scale not far away.
Su Xiao picked up a war blade resembling a saber. The weapon was around 1.5 meters long—a typical long battlefield weapon, suited for wide slashes, armor penetration, and the like.
There were several chips along the blade's edge, while the wrapping around the hilt was stained with sweat and blood that could never be washed out. This thing had definitely seen battle.
Overall, the war blade could no longer be used in combat. If forced into service, it might break after just a few strikes. The only reason to buy it was its good steel. After smelting, the military-grade steel obtained could be resold at a decent price.
Su Xiao couldn't predict the future. No one could have imagined that this batch of secondhand weapons would be in such terrible condition. His previous bottom line had been that they only needed to be usable. Now, it seemed he had underestimated the greed of the officials of the Races Alliance.
Under these circumstances, the weapons recently replaced by the Races Alliance soldiers were actually this poor. No wonder Brigadier General Reitz dared to sell these secondhand weapons.
Even so, Brigadier General Reitz only sold them to insiders. Weapons retired from the military were far too sensitive in many ways. If his pockets hadn't been empty, Brigadier General Reitz wouldn't even have considered selling them.
Without Su Xiao needing to say anything, Caesar understood immediately. He stepped forward with a small microscope and examined a fragment of the war blade. Then he took out some reagent, dripped it onto the fragment, and observed the oxidation reaction.
"Those vampires in the Alliance—have they gone insane? Brigadier General Reitz, are you sure your