A Momentary Thunderclap Pierces a Hundred Paces, Suppressing All Unrivaled Idlers in the Jianghu

Qin Guli, Xiangli Qin, and the others stood watching eagerly from the side, waiting for Zhao Cheng to offer a new idea.

To their surprise, Zhao Cheng said it could be put into mass production?

Xiangli Qin froze. "Th-this... is my lord satisfied with it?"

Qin Guli was somewhat regretful as well. "Is this the pinnacle of firearms?"

Zhao Cheng could not help but laugh at their expressions. "Of course not. But this is enough for now."

"Not..." Qin Guli and the others' eyes lit up again. "So there's still room for improvement?"

"There is. But are you sure you don't want to rest first?" Zhao Cheng looked at Qin Guli and the others' haggard faces and dark circles. "You still want to keep grinding?"

Qin Guli said excitedly, "As long as it can still be improved, we'll continue. Let's strike while the iron is hot and optimize it to the limit."

Zhao Cheng opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing.

They probably did not know that there was still a very long road ahead before it could be optimized to the limit.

There would not only be automatic rifles.

Later, there would also be long-range sniper rifles.

Making those things would be enough to work them all to death.

Still, that spirit was commendable.

Looking into their eager, yearning eyes, Zhao Cheng thought for a moment before introducing the concept of a magazine.

"Then we can optimize it further—turn this ammunition cylinder into a magazine."

"A magazine?"

Qin Guli and the others looked at one another.

They stared at the revolver's cylinder, their brows slightly furrowed.

They could still understand putting a wheel there, but putting a box there?

Wasn't that a little strange?

"H-here?"

Qin Guli pointed at the cylinder.

Zhao Cheng was speechless. "Of