The delegation was still recovering from the shock.

After all, they still have a mission.

Under the guidance of the Tiefling Guards, Sahise and his party boarded a rather novel steam locomotive and arrived at an open space on the outskirts of Istalia.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. There were not many buildings here, only dozens of human-shaped standees covered with bullet holes.

Sahisa frowned slightly.

He thought he would see the imperial army showing off its might, displaying armor and swords and guns to them, but in fact this was not the case.

"Are you sure this is the place?"

"Yes."

“This is your destination.”

"Ah, you are the customers from the Thracian Kingdom."

Sahise turned his head and saw a half-dragon man wearing a strange coat mixed with black and dark green striding towards them from a distance, waving at them in an especially cheerful manner - he was carrying several long wooden boxes on his back.

"Hello, hello."

"I am the Empire's arms sales specialist. You can call me the battlefield wheelchair man."

The wheelchair man in the battlefield was all smiles and held Sahise's hand tightly.

Apart from the strange name and outfit, this enthusiasm also made Sahise feel a little puzzled, and he even suspected that there was something fishy going on.

So he tried his best to maintain the image of the chief diplomat of the Kingdom of Thrace, with an extremely serious expression.

"You should know that the Thracian Kingdom is in the midst of a massive war."

"We need to purchase a batch of weapons."

“I hope your stuff won’t disappoint me.”

"Of course, of course. This way please."

"I will now introduce you to the Empire's weapons in detail. The samples are all here. I guarantee that you will not be disappointed."

The wheelchair man on the battlefield welcomed them warmly, took them to the shooting range, and took off the wooden boxes on their backs.

"Is that all?"

Sahisa frowned again.

In his experience, on large-scale battlefields, the most commonly used weapons by mortal soldiers are spears, bows and arrows, and armor. Elite troops will attach magical runes to these weapons.

The wooden box in front of him didn't look like it could hold these weapons.

The wheelchair man on the battlefield excitedly opened the wooden box, took out a rather exquisite "long stick", and held it skillfully in his hand.

"This is."

Sahise remembered this weapon; he had seen something similar in the hands of the tiefling guards.

But he didn't know the purpose of this weapon, nor did he feel any fluctuations of magic.

Something like this.
How to use it to kill enemies?
As if sensing the doubt in the other party's eyes, the wheelchair man clapped his gun and introduced confidently:

"This is the latest model developed by our empire's weapons - [Enemy-breaking Fire-III (export version)]"

"This is the culmination of the Empire's firearms craftsmanship, a fine smoothbore rifle."

In fact, the battlefield wheelchair man lied here.

The leaders of the Mechanicus have advanced the scientific research progress to the World War II stage, and have imitated many types of firearms such as the M1 Garand, Simonov, and Mauser 98K.

They have even made a model of the Type 2 submachine gun that the wheelchair users on the battlefield have been longing for.

This "Enemy-Breaking Fire" smoothbore rifle has been completely eliminated by the military and is several generations behind the current standard rifles.

Most of them were gathering dust in the armory, only to be used by the ragtag army of kobolds and goblins.

Sahise carefully observed this thing called a "musket", trying to find the magic circuit on it, but found nothing.

“How is it used?”

Sahisa couldn't help but ask.

"It's very simple and easy to understand. I'll show you and you'll understand."

The battlefield wheelchair man answered excitedly.

He took out the oilcloth-wrapped ammunition from the pocket of his camouflage uniform and skillfully loaded it into the gun. Then, the wheelchair man picked up the gun, aimed at the target opposite, and quickly pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

Gunfire whistled and smoke filled the air.

The lead bullets in the ammunition bag were fired, creating dense bullet holes on the target and knocking it down directly.

"Such power."

"How could this be?"

Sahise looked quite surprised.

He felt that at the moment the gun was fired, a violent magical reaction occurred without warning, and the power was no less than some third-level spells.

As if sensing the other party's shock, the wheelchair man on the battlefield chuckled, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth, and introduced himself nonstop:

"Compared to the previous generation [Enemy-Breaking Fire-II], its performance has been greatly improved."

"The accuracy and range of this [Enemy-Breaking Fire-Type III (Export Version)] have undergone a qualitative change, the probability of barrel explosion has been greatly reduced, and the appearance is extremely beautiful."

“It is the perfect choice for traveling at home, killing people on the battlefield, and highway robbery.”

While listening to the other party's sales pitch, Sahisa lowered his head and thought.

Although the power of this weapon is not bad, it is nothing in the holy Fadlan of the past.

You must know that during the heyday of the empire, the arrows shot from the "Sun Bow" of the divine nobles were as powerful as high-level spells of the eighth and ninth rings.

But no mortal can pull the gilded bowstring.

This thing called "Enemy-Breaking Fire" can be used easily and with equal power even by thin women, children, and the elderly, as long as they have no intellectual problems.

But the price of such a magic weapon is definitely not low.

The emperor probably wanted to extort a large sum of gold coins from them in the name of "business", and even called it "supporting the Thracian Kingdom" to make a lot of money from them.

Sahise couldn't help but sigh, and was ready to go back and apologize to His Majesty Wilham.

"The original price was 199 silver coins, and now it's only 99 silver coins!"

"If you place an order of 50,000 or more at a time, you can enjoy a 15% discount!"

The battlefield wheelchair man was still talking and happened to talk about the selling price.

"Sure enough, it costs ninety-nine gold."

Sahise sighed first, then suddenly raised his head, his pupils suddenly dilated, and his mouth opened involuntarily.

"and many more--"

"What's the price?"

The battlefield wheelchair man was a little surprised, but he still repeated, "The unit price is 99 silver coins. If you place an order of more than at a time, you will have the opportunity to enjoy a % discount."

"This this"

Sahise's voice was trembling, and he kept confirming whether he had heard it correctly.

It’s not because the price is too high.

But because it's too cheap.

It was so cheap that he found it unbelievable.

A bottle of "Enemy-Breaking Fire" is priced at only 99 silver coins.

This means that they only need to capture some insignificant ordinary mortals, train them a little, and spend less than 100,000 gold coins to form an infantry corps of 100,000 people.

The population and financial resources of the Thracian Kingdom were more than enough to mobilize hundreds of thousands of such troops.

Although it is difficult to cause effective damage to the opponent's legendary forces, it is more than enough to deal with those ordinary troops and slow down the offensive pace of the Kingdom of Cassander.

"This thing is enough to change the situation of the battle!"

"I will report this to His Majesty immediately!"

Sahise shouted in his heart.

However, Sasise did not know that he thought he had picked up a great bargain, but in fact he had led the Thracian Kingdom into a deep pit carefully laid by the Empire. (End of this chapter)