Arms Dealer

The delegation eventually recovered from the shock.

After all, they still have a mission to fulfill.

Guided by the Tiefling Guard, Sassise and his entourage boarded a rather novel Steam Engine Car and arrived at an open space on the outskirts of Istaria.

The air was thick with the smell of Gunsmoke. There weren't many buildings here, only a few dozen human-shaped standees riddled with bullet holes.

Sassise frowned slightly.

He had expected to see a triumphant imperial army, displaying their armor and weapons, but that was not the case at all.

Are you sure this is the place?

"That's right."

"This is your destination."

"Ah, you must be our customers from the Thrace Kingdom."

Sassise turned his head and saw a Half-Dragon wearing a strange coat of black and dark green striding towards them from a distance, waving at them with a particularly cheerful air—he was also carrying several long wooden boxes on his back.

Hello, hello.

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

The Battlefield Wheelchair Man smiled broadly and held Sassise's hand tightly.

Aside from the strange name and attire, this enthusiasm also puzzled Sassise, who even suspected something was amiss.

Therefore, he tried his best to maintain the image of the chief diplomat of the Thrace Kingdom, and his expression was particularly serious.

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

"We need to purchase a batch of weapons."

I hope your products won't disappoint me.

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

"I will now give you a detailed introduction to the Empire's weaponry. The samples are all here, and I guarantee you will not be disappointed."

The Battlefield Wheelchair Man warmly welcomed them, led them to the firing range, and removed the wooden boxes from their backs.

Is that all?

Sassise frowned again.

In his experience, on large-scale battlefields, the most common armaments used by mortal soldiers are spears, bows and arrows, and armor, while elite troops would add magical runes to these weapons.

The wooden box in front of them didn't look like it could hold all that weaponry.

The Battlefield Wheelchair Man excitedly opened the wooden box, took out a rather exquisite "long stick," and skillfully held it in his hand.

"This is."

Sassise remembered this weapon; he had seen similar things in the hands of the Tiefling SS.

However, he was unaware of the weapon's purpose and did not sense any magical fluctuations.

"How can something like this be used to kill enemies?" Seemingly sensing the doubt in the other's eyes, the Battlefield Wheelchair Man clapped his hands on his gun and confidently explained:

"This is the latest model developed by our Imperial Armaments Research Institute—the [Enemy Breaker Fire -III (Export Version)]."

"This is the culmination of imperial firearms craftsmanship, a masterpiece among smoothbore muskets."

Actually, the Battlefield Wheelchair Man lied here.

The leaders of the Church of the Machine God have advanced their research to the World War II stage, producing copies of various firearms such as the M1 Garand, Simonov, and Mauser 98K.

They have even made a model of the Type-2 Submachine Gun that Battlefield Wheelchair Man been longing for.

This "Enemy Breaker Fire" smoothbore musket is a product that has been completely phased out by the military and is several generations behind the current standard-issue rifles.

Most of them were piled up in the armory collecting dust, and were only used by the Kobold and Goblin ragtag armies.

Sassise carefully examined the object known as the "smoothbore gun," trying to find magical circuits on it, but found nothing.

How is it used?

Sassise couldn't help but ask.

"It's very simple and easy to understand. Let me demonstrate it for you and you'll see."

The Battlefield Wheelchair Man answered excitedly.

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

Immediately afterwards, the Battlefield Wheelchair Man picked up his gun, aimed at the target opposite him, and quickly pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Gunfire roared, Gunsmoke filled the air.

The Lead Bullet in the ammunition pack were fired, creating a dense array of bullet holes on the target, directly knocking it down.

"This kind of power."

"How so?"

Sassise looked quite surprised.

He sensed that the moment the gun was fired, a violent magical reaction occurred without warning, and its power was no less than that of some Third Circle Spell.

Seemingly sensing the other party's shock, the Battlefield Wheelchair Man chuckled, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth, and began to speak eloquently:

"Compared to its predecessor, the [Enemy Breaker Fire -II], its performance has been greatly improved."

"The accuracy and range of this [Enemy Breaker Fire -III (Export Version)] have undergone a qualitative change, the probability of barrel explosion has been greatly reduced, and its design is extremely beautiful."

"It's simply the perfect choice for home use, travel, battlefield combat, and highway robbery."

As Sassise listened to the sales pitch, he lowered his head and pondered.

While this weapon was powerful, it was nothing special in the former Holy Fadlan.

It should be noted that during the empire's heyday, the arrows fired from the "Sun Wheel Bow" by the divine nobles were comparable in power to high-level spells of the eighth or ninth rank.

But no ordinary person can draw the gilded bowstring.

This weapon, known as the "Enemy Breaker Fire," can be easily used and exerted with equal power by anyone, even a frail woman, a child, or an elderly person, as long as they are of sound mind.

But such Magic Weapon are definitely not cheap.

That emperor probably wanted to extort a large sum of Gold Coin from them under the guise of "trading," and then call it "supporting the Thrace Kingdom," thus ruthlessly fleecing them.

Sassise sighed, already prepared to return and apologize to His Majesty Wilhelm.

"Originally 199 Silver Coin, now only 99 Silver Coin!"

"If you order 50,000 units or more at once, you can enjoy a 15% discount!"

The Battlefield Wheelchair Man was still talking non-stop, and it just so happened that they were talking about the price of the goods.

"As expected, it costs ninety-nine gold coins."

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

"Etc--"

"How much do you want for it?"

The Battlefield Wheelchair Man seemed a little confused, but he repeated, "The price is 99 Silver Coin per unit. If you order more than 50,000 units at once, you'll have a chance to enjoy a 15% discount."

"This, this..."

Sassise's voice trembled slightly as he repeatedly checked whether he had misheard.

It's not because the price is too high.

It's not because it's cheap, but because it's too cheap.

It was so cheap that it seemed unbelievable to him.

A "Enemy Breaker Fire" is priced at only 99 Silver Coin.

This means that they only need to capture some insignificant ordinary people, train them a little, and spend less than 100,000 Gold Coin to build an infantry legion of 100,000 men.

With the population and financial resources of the Thrace Kingdom, raising an army of hundreds of thousands would be more than enough.

While it may be difficult to inflict significant damage on the opponent's legendary forces, it is more than sufficient to deal with ordinary troops and slow down the advance of the Kassand Kingdom.

"This thing is enough to change the course of the battle!"

"I must report this to His Majesty immediately!"

Sassise cried out in his heart.

However, Sassise was unaware that what he thought was a great bargain was actually leading the Thrace Kingdom headlong into a trap carefully laid by the empire.