On this side, Zhou Xu smoothly completed the inspection of the latest batch of weapons and equipment produced by Great Zhou. During the process, one of his personal guards seemed to have received some news and hurried over to report a situation to him.
After hearing the report, Zhou Xu wore a trace of astonishment.
"Another order? This time they want to purchase a batch of Matchlock Guns? Three thousand?"
After successively annexing the Holy Roland Empire and the Female Warrior Tribe, the Smith Kingdom had now become Great Zhou's sole customer on this continent in the field of foreign trade.
Since last winter, the Smith Kingdom had been extremely active in the arms trade.
Before this, it had already purchased two batches of cannons from them.
Now it wanted to purchase three thousand Matchlock Guns as well. The scale of it was rather grand, and even Zhou Xu found it unexpected.
After all, he had already given Fisher a large batch of Matchlock Guns as a thank-you gift.
By all rights, that should have been more than enough.
Yet from Fisher's order, he sensed that the other party seemed intent on doing something major.
The Foreign Trade Department had evidently reached the same conclusion, which was why they had sent the news to Zhou Xu at the fastest possible speed.
Now that he understood the situation, Zhou Xu was also deep in thought.
He did not think Fisher would develop any suicidal ideas. All in all, that fellow knew his place and was not stupid either.
On this continent, considering the Smith Kingdom's size, if it went to war with Great Zhou, calling it an ant trying to shake a tree would be too modest.
Under such circumstances, the other party was willing to pour in vast resources and