Zhao Gang opened his tablet and read out the purchasing allowance available to each faction.
"Dwarf Clan, total purchasing allowance: seventeen billion US dollars!"
"Elves, total purchasing allowance: 9.33 billion US dollars!"
"Holy Human Race, total purchasing allowance: 7.37 billion US dollars!"
Thorin and Balin exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming.
Balin eagerly unfurled a thick parchment scroll covered in a densely written list in the Dwarven script.
Thorin snatched it from him and pointed at the list as he shouted to Zhao Gang:
"Sir! Tanks! We want two hundred of all your tank models combined!" he roared, then pointed at the amphibious model in the corner.
"Forget the one that runs in water. Just give us one to take back and study. We don't have a sea!"
"Two hundred pieces of 155 Self-Propelled Artillery! And two hundred sets of those 'Land Shield 2000s and 3000s' too!"
"Three hundred Wheeled Assault Vehicles and Infantry Fighting Vehicles!"
"And fifty of those Swarm combat vehicles that launch a whole bunch of little aircraft from their bellies, just to try them out!"
Thorin grew more excited as he spoke, like a child who had lost his way in a candy store.
"Damn it, why are your helicopters still not for sale? Never mind, never mind..." He waved his hand irritably.
"Transport trucks, diesel, maintenance parts... we want all of those! Rifles and machine guns too, fully equipped!"
After rattling off the string of requests, he paused, then continued, spittle flying:
"Most importantly, ammunition! That stuff called 'cubic nitrogen'-we'll take... five billion US dollars' worth of the compatible ammunition to start!"
"What a damned shame your missiles that make those mushroom-like explosions aren't on the list. Otherwise, we'd have to get at least one to see it for ourselves!"
Finally, he grinned broadly, revealing