As Roland V's words rang out, the scene of Holy Roland I issuing the foreign trade embargo with absolute conviction back then immediately resurfaced in his mind.
Although this matter had not been publicly announced within the United Nations, quite a few people in the Holy Roland Empire still knew about it. The relevant departments in particular, as the ones responsible for carrying it out, knew the situation inside and out.
If he now overturned the embargo he had issued and proactively submitted a purchase request to Great Zhou, wouldn't that be the same as slapping himself in the face?
At that thought, the muscles on Holy Roland I's face twitched uncontrollably twice.
But as a transmigrator, he truly understood how formidable firearms were. In their eyes, the transition from cold weapons to firearms was the inevitable trend of the times.
Once they fell behind in this area, it would be more than a matter of taking a beating. By then, their entire country might well be destroyed!
With that thought, even Holy Roland I could no longer care about that shred of dignity.
"In any case, go negotiate with Great Zhou's Foreign Trade Department. We must buy these Matchlock Guns!"
Holy Roland I's decisiveness surprised Roland V, who was sitting behind the desk.
In his impression, this ancestor of his cared deeply about his reputation. Yet now, he had actually done something that amounted to slapping himself in the face?
This could not help but make Roland V even more interested in the Matchlock Guns.
Interesting. I do want to see what those Matchlock Guns are all about.
The thought flashed through his mind, and Roland V calmly spoke...
"All right. I'll arrange for someone to negotiate right away."
When it came to his ancestor, who occasionally emerged to