Utopia

At the same time, Chengxian, holding a revolver in one hand and a waist knife in the other, was ambushed by native warriors on the way back to the barracks.

Bang!

Thanks to the revolver in his hand, Chengxian's knife was not stained with the blood of the natives who suddenly shot arrows from the woods on both sides and ran out of the pre-prepared caves.

But the enemy was in a dominant position, and in addition to bows and arrows, they also used falling rocks to attack him. Fifteen of Chengxian's men had fallen, and none of the remaining more than 200 soldiers were uninjured.

"Find me a shelter first, and there are! Machine guns! Come here! Shoot at those guys who show up!"

In the panic, Chengxian had no choice. Not all of his soldiers were experienced, and many of them were even ruffians caught from some corners.

【To be honest, I have been using it recently, both Android and Apple are available. 】

For this reason, he organized resistance on the one hand, and on the other hand, he waved his hand and immediately let the prisoners he had captured act as meat shields.

Although it was a bit heartless to do so, Chengxian was not a human being and did not need to have human rational thoughts.

After all, he was a dog-headed man, a general of the Guangwu Empire with black hair, waiting for his emperor to reward him. How many natives died had nothing to do with him, anyway, he had the ability to continue to capture more from the natives' territory.

As a result, his dozens of meat shields were pushed forward, and the ambushers who were originally aggressive began to stop shooting arrows. Chengxian, who knew that his tactics were effective, was very relieved to reload his pistol. After all, the natives who had never had the courage to shoot arrows at their own people adopted the tactics of group charge, trying to cross the rain of bullets on their side to carry out rescue work.

For this reason, Chengxian put his saber, which he had never used to kill any enemy, back into the scabbard. Seeing that his men who finally calmed down could use the Manka revolving rifle in their hands to shoot, he felt quite comforted.

After all, they were dog-headed men, not humans. If they fell into the hands of the human race, they would only end up being skinned alive.

Yes.

Because of everything that happened on the Jiwei Peninsula, the dog-headed people who survived and settled in the New World all understood one thing.

That is, they are not human beings, and they must not walk with humans. These genocides who peeled the dog-headed people's skin as coats will not give the dog-headed people any mercy, and they must not bow down to humans and become their slaves.

You must know that among the half-human and half-beast beast-type people in the past, there was a jackal who knelt down under the money offensive of the Iron Fist Empire's humans and took the initiative to become a traitor. As a result, including beast-type people like themselves, it is better to live than to die.

So it was with such consideration that the Guangwu Empire began to take action against the indigenous forces in the south. Before these indigenous people rose up and posed a threat to the Guangwu Empire, they were all captured and tortured to death as slaves.

And Chengxian now also found that his gray-haired subordinates did not know whether they were beginning to be bolder. Some guys would unfold the folding bayonet under the Manka revolving rifle to fight the natives who rushed up in close combat.

Of course, the natives had no chance of winning. The Manka revolving rifle was always a gun that could fire 8×58mm rifle bullets. If they couldn't beat them, they could just shoot directly and blow off the skulls of the natives.

So before long, the natives left a pile of corpses and fled in panic in front of the bullets.

"Captain, our bullets..."

"Take the prisoners back quickly, and rest after counting them."

"Yes."

Listening to the report from his men, Cheng Xian also began to ponder.

Before, he had heard that the senior officials above collectively wrote to His Majesty, asking His Majesty to agree to develop submachine guns. However, the speed at which submachine guns consume bullets is too fast. In today's rifle ammunition, which can barely support machine guns, His Majesty did not hesitate to approve it directly.

Even after the second letter, His Majesty still did not approve the submachine gun. He even heard a rumor that His Majesty would rather let the soldiers below use smoothbore shotguns that can save more bullets as a substitute.

To be honest, His Majesty is sometimes too stingy, so stingy that the grassroots soldiers who need them have to take risks and even pay the price of death.

The submachine guns used by the Iron Fist Empire Army in those days were like pouring water, constantly harvesting the lives of a large number of dog-headed people in large numbers.

But the shotgun that fires the 6×6mm shotgun shells that have been used recently...

No matter what, he is not qualified to participate in the discussion of these things at present. And compared to this, he may have to study hard and study the technical points of bayonet fighting after returning to his base camp.

Compared with Chengxian, who has no status and no right to speak, Beth, who knows what a revolving shotgun is, obtained relevant information from some channels that cannot be made public at a very fast speed.

"Hmm? This... Have I seen this thing somewhere?"

Looking at the pictures on the intelligence file, some of Beth's temporarily forgotten memories gradually emerged from his mind.

"Bette, you're being lazy."

"Ambassador, I don't have any... it's just... uh... I have a document that needs me..."

"What document? Isn't this just an advertising leaflet... wait? Isn't this a gun from the Marle City Arsenal?"

"Huh?"

"When I was a statistician, I saw some minotaurs guarding the Marle City Arsenal. As a result, these guards held this gun to guard the gate."

"Wait? Do you know Sogen?"

"I know him. We were colleagues in the Marle City Hall. Later, he became the mayor and I took over his job. So, the picture of the flyer in your hand is in the Marle City Arsenal."

When Beth heard the ambassador say this, he immediately knew which relative he should ask his younger sister Beth who knew the inside story.

"Ah? Big brother...you...you have a special phone to ask this..."

"Beth?"

"I don't know the name of the minotaurs' product. After all, no customer in China likes the revolving shotgun. And don't look for Xinmi. Xinmi has a confidentiality agreement with the North."

"Understood."

Now that he has confirmed where the gun came from, Beth, who put down the office phone, understands what the problem is.

The minotaurs still can't let go of the past and secretly reached some agreements with the Orchid Republic that cannot be made public.

But this is normal.

With the emergence of magnetic storm coils, the Kingdom of Negan has less and less demand for firearms.

If possible, especially if there are breakthroughs in cost and technology, the Kingdom of Negan may be able to completely abandon gunpowder weapons...