Chapter 1849: Chapter 617: Riding Horses? Hah, We Transia People Have a Better Way to Get Around Now_2

“How nice.”

He sighed with emotion, making Loyal Brother turn his head to look at him as if he were an idiot. The intelligence chief asked:

“What’s so nice? What nonsense are you talking about?”

“Hmph, I’m talking about the land where ideals bloom.”

Tepar responded in a scholarly manner, and the next moment a cold wind blew, making him sneeze hard, adding a negative status of “cold” to him.

“Damn! You don’t have to role-play to this extent, do you? This is suicidal, brother, it’s below zero now.”

Loyal Brother shook his head helplessly, took a military coat from his Psychic package, and draped it over Tepar without caring about his refusal.

“Lady Shui originally didn’t plan to make this stuff, but couldn’t resist the constant urging of a group of old soldiers. Her tailors made some, and it ended up being very popular with the locals.”

Loyal Brother chuckled and said:

“I know Lady Shui pursues art, but this stuff needs to be down-to-earth too. Look at Brother Mao, so particular about things, he already listed military coats as the flagship product of his clothing factory. Although it’s still handmade over there now, this thing will definitely sell like hotcakes!

Maxim’s People’s Army has already placed an order. This time-tested thing doesn’t have to worry about sales.

You!

You, as a member of the foreigners, Tepar!

You have great prestige in the eyes of the locals, and you should take on the responsibility of ‘promoting’ for your family brothers. Haven’t you seen that once Meow bunny and Old Huo returned to Transylvania, they immediately switched into this stuff?

Your awareness is still too low.”

While criticizing these RP players for not being grounded, he took Tepar into the assembly workshop. Just as the Knight of Honor entered, he saw a group of workers assembling some “things” on the assembly line that looked very familiar to him.

“This…”

Tepar exclaimed:

“No way? Are you guys replicating down to such details?”

“Hmph, what’s replicating? This is a change necessitated by Transylvania’s current form of war!”

Loyal Brother righteously picked up a finished product from the side and waved it in his hand. The familiar feel made him grin, then he handed the thing to Tepar.

It was a standard small shovel with handles made to uniform specifications using wood sourced from around Torrent Castle. The main shovel part was flat and dark, seemingly low-tech, but Tepar noticed that a section of the engineer shovel Loyal Brother handed him had a serrated structure on the left side.

Given the situation of the Knights Group going to the battlefield due to the Black Disaster, Tepar, who had been cramming war knowledge recently, of course knew what this was for.

He said with a strange look:

“We don’t even have barbed wire to cut…”

“Hehe, there will be soon.”

Loyal Brother pointed to another room, where there were piles of special wire coils with specially shaped spiked barbs, giving an unsettling feeling just to look at them.

“That was an order from Lord Qin earlier. Unfortunately, it was completed when the death match was almost over, but it doesn’t matter; the Maginot Line will definitely put them to use. Hey, give those Wolf People a good lesson and let them know what real trench warfare is!”

The intelligence chief gave a chilly smile, making Tepar shiver involuntarily.

He followed Loyal Brother, holding the engineer shovel in his hand, into a special room where the “technician” of the armory, the Chief believer of Multi-Turret, was assembling a peculiarly shaped firearm. Upon seeing Loyal Brother and Tepar arrive, this chubby guy with a smug look handed the “weapon” in his hand to his boss.

“I just tested it, Loyal Brother.”

Multi-Turret wiped the sweat off his forehead and said:

“It jammed only twice after firing thirty rounds. The problem with the magazine falling off was fixed by Old Nuke, but there’s nothing we can do about the misfire issue. To ensure the product’s cost-effectiveness, we can’t pile up materials. I must admit, those Brits back in WWII really cut corners on this thing to the utmost.

We’re just waiting for Old Flywheel to come over one more time to help us adjust the equipment, and once the machinery at Charldo Harbor is in place, production can start.

Heh heh, finally, we don’t have to be making bolt actions every day.

Although other brothers are still complaining that making this thing is losing conscience, they don’t know the cost of firewood and rice when not running a household. I tell you, this thing is the most suitable weapon for Transylvania right now!

Firepower, it has; quantity, it has. As long as you can tolerate its myriad of emerging quirks, this thing is practically the War God of this era!

We’re now also capable of making ‘automatic weapons’ like big shots.

This thing may look shabby, but once it’s out, it’ll boost the People’s Army’s firepower at least three to four times!”

“It’s just a transitional product, just a transitional product.”

Loyal Brother himself felt embarrassed to show the weapon he held, knowing how shabby it was. If it weren’t for having no choice, he wouldn’t want his brothers wielding this on the battlefield. He could only wave his hand and say:

“Real automatic weapons will be worked on later at leisure. If not for the pressing situation, I wouldn’t have let our own brothers use this junk… Sigh, later on, they’re sure to criticize us, but we all know it’s necessary.”

He turned around, handing the thing, resembling a water pipe, to a wide-eyed Tepar, saying:

“Look, the best water pipe in the world, and occasionally capable of firing bullets! But the factory’s capacity is maxed out right now, so I need you to help me find another batch of workers. The smelting workshop needs a lot of temporary hands.