Thorin had heard more about this machine than anything else among the Holy Human Race.
During his time with the Expeditionary Force, he had often seen people from Great Xia driving this behemoth around for training or maintenance.
To Thorin, the deep, powerful roar of a tank's engine, and even the ground crushed beneath its steel tracks, were utterly captivating!
Lin Mo watched their expressions.
He had drawn up this list after discussing it with Zhao Gang and Long Zhan.
Handguns did too little damage to the Demon Clan, so they had been left off.
Vehicle-mounted laser weapons required enormous charging systems and complicated maintenance, so those had been left off too. Keeping them for their own use was more worthwhile.
That would save them from being accused of ripping the buyers off with single-use equipment.
Helicopters were too difficult to operate. Who knew how long teaching them would take? Those had been ruled out as well.
As for more powerful missiles, those were strategic weapons, and their sale remained strictly restricted for now.
These natives had neither learned history's lessons nor received detailed training. If some fool had a sudden lapse in judgment and fired one at the Portal, they would have a real mess on their hands.
Even so, the conventional weapons on the list were enough to utterly outclass the way wars were fought on the Terra Continent.
"Ahem!" Thorin coughed heavily, straightened his back, and tried hard to look composed.
He looked at Lin Mo, stroked his beard, and raised his chin forty-five degrees.
"We Dwarves... want it all!"
"The question is, how much can you supply?"
Thorin gave Lin Mo a sidelong look, a hint of challenge in his eyes.
Grom's blood was boiling with excitement. He nodded vigorously, as though those weapons were already