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All 100 magazines from the 100 guns wielded by the 100 clones were emptied at once.

Under the barrage of 8,000 bullets, in just twenty seconds, more than twenty of the hundred-odd monster birds charging at them fell.

More than forty of the remaining monster birds suffered severe damage to their bodies or wings. Boiling liquid began to flow from the wounds before rapidly freezing.

Firearms truly were tremendously powerful!

Li Qingsong was invigorated and immediately gave the order. The hundred clones moved as one, their motions perfectly synchronized as they removed their empty magazines and tucked them into their waists. At the same time, they pulled out full magazines, loaded them into their guns, and pulled the triggers again.

Muzzle flashes bloomed once more.

But this time, the clones' movements were no longer perfectly synchronized.

The defensive crisis here had been temporarily resolved. The clones had to spread out as a Mobile Team, rushing to reinforce wherever danger arose.

For a time, amid the cold reflections cast by melee weapons across the battlefield, there were now frequent flashes of hot weapons spitting fire.

Whenever the Cold Weapon Clones could no longer hold a position, Li Qingsong had previously been forced to use lives to hold the line while urgently drawing reserve troops from the backup forces.

But things were different now.

Wherever danger appeared, a dozen or so Gun Factory clones would immediately rush over. A burst of dozens or hundreds of bullets would instantly kill several monster birds and relieve the pressure.

Whenever a line was about to be breached, Li Qingsong had previously had no choice but to hold it with lives and pull clones from other, less pressured defenses. But that would trigger a chain reaction, leaving the entire battle line stretched thin and struggling on all sides.

But things were different now!

With firearm clones, sending a few dozen guns over was enough to forcibly stop even the fiercest charge.

With these hundred guns joining the battle, the situation across almost the entire Main Base front had changed.

Li Qingsong was filled with relief.

But beneath that relief was a sense of urgency.

Guns were certainly useful, but there were too few of them! There were too few bullets as well!

There were only eighty thousand bullets in total. If they fired at full capacity, they would use them all up in mere minutes.

Li Qingsong turned his attention back to the Gun Factory.

A total of 1,500 clones worked in this factory.

Li Qingsong knew he could no longer draw any more clones to reinforce it.

The reason was simple. Aside from the 16,000 clones on the front lines, he only had 5,000 clones left that he could deploy.

They still had to handle basic tasks such as food production, power supply, steel production, Railway Line transport, mineral extraction, and more. There was truly no one left to spare.

But that was fine.

Under Li Qingsong's highly efficient management, the Gun Factory had now fully completed its preliminary assembly, calibration, and trial production.

After fine-tuning more than ten thousand points along the production line, the entire firearms production line could now operate at maximum efficiency!

As a result, its output began to soar at a visible rate.

Originally, the parts arriving on the conveyor belts had been sparse, like a small stream that often ran dry.

But now, every conveyor belt and every type of component was packed densely together, almost filling the entire belts. They flowed continuously without ever stopping, like a stream flooding and evolving directly into a river!

Not only had component production efficiency risen dramatically, but the clones' manual operating speed had also greatly improved.

During the earlier trial production, they had spent time adapting and had become increasingly proficient.

Once they gained experience, it was equivalent to Li Qingsong gaining experience, which in turn meant all clones gained experience.

Thus, every operational technique was instantly shared with every clone, and every bit of operational experience was immediately known by everyone.

Under these circumstances, the clones worked ever faster and coordinated ever more seamlessly. They had even become as though they had merged with the production line itself, no longer distinguishable from it.

It seemed the machines had become part of them—or perhaps they had become part of the machines!

Even when they had worked continuously for eight hours and needed a temporary rest, the replacement clones could immediately integrate into the system without any delay or awkwardness!

Thus, while only one hundred firearms had been produced over the entirety of yesterday, by eight in the morning today, two hundred firearms had already been produced!

Today's output was expected to exceed seven hundred firearms!

That was only because Li Qingsong had deliberately suppressed firearm production.

He had done so because he had shifted more resources into bullet and magazine production lines.

As a result, bullet production had risen even more terrifyingly than firearm production.

Only eighty thousand bullets had been produced yesterday, but in just eight hours today, one million bullets had already been produced!

And with further fine-tuning, bullet output was still increasing. It was estimated that total bullet production for the day would reach 3.5 million!

As firearm and bullet production soared, the trucks responsible for transport finally became busy.

Crate after crate of firearms and ammunition was loaded into their beds. The trucks raced to the front lines, where crowds of clones immediately lined up in orderly ranks to collect the guns and ammunition.

Large numbers of Cold Weapon Clones withdrew from the front lines. But before the monster birds could charge forward, an almost endless barrage of bullets came pouring toward them.

The clones no longer worried about running short on ammunition.

As long as there were enemies ahead, they would pull the trigger first and empty all eighty rounds in a magazine.

Once it was empty, they immediately replaced it with a new magazine. When all their magazines were used up, they took out a strip of bullets, loaded them into the magazines, and kept firing.

Besides three magazines, each clone also carried twenty strips of bullets, meaning every clone could carry 1,520 bullets!

Including their armor, their total load was around sixty kilograms. But that was fine—Luoshen Star's gravity was low, so it only weighed 4.8 kilograms there.

The torrent of bullets continued hammering the front, while behind them, truck after truck of ammunition arrived every moment.

There was no need to worry about accuracy. They simply had to fire freely and fire hard!

With a total of one thousand guns and an almost unlimited supply of ammunition, the battle at the Main Base front underwent a complete reversal.

The battle line, which had been on the verge of collapse, not only stabilized but began pushing forward.

The monster birds charged one after another, but no matter how many came, they all met the same end: being slaughtered by the torrent of bullets.

Thus, in just one day, all ten thousand-plus monster birds besieging the Main Base were killed, not one left alive.

Li Qingsong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After leaving two thousand firearm clones behind to continue defending the Main Base, another two thousand firearm clones immediately boarded the train.

It was time to let the monster birds besieging the other bases and the Railway Line experience the power of firearms as well!