Cosma Empire

"Yang Wei Envoy is not my name. Of course I forgive your mistake. After all, it is a small country in the Western Regions, and I don't know how to be polite..." The young man shocked all the onlookers with his fluent Western lingua franca.

There was constant exclamation from the crowd. They didn't expect that even the Orientals spoke the common language, which made them feel very fresh, and also felt a sudden excitement in their chests.

Ordinary people’s pride in their own culture comes first from the recognition of language. When a foreigner communicates with you in the language you master, you will feel a strange sense of superiority spontaneously, and it is the same at this moment.

As for the small countries in the Western Regions who don't know etiquette, they don't understand it very well. Even if someone understands it, they don't want to explain it to the people around them.

It's like someone scolding a group of people "is it boring to draft?" If you don't understand it, forget it, but if someone understands it and explains it to your companions in a more vivid and specific way, it is definitely a stupid thing.

Although the onlookers were pleasantly surprised and found it interesting, the Minister of Foreign Affairs began to curse in his heart.

What is a small country in the Western Regions, what is ignorance of etiquette, is this talking about him?

To be able to take the position of Minister of Foreign Affairs, in addition to having a sufficiently deep aristocratic background, he must also master the etiquette of other countries and common sense that many people do not have access to.

In the seven years he has been in office, only people have said that he is personable, humble, polite, and well-groomed, and no one has ever said that he is not polite.

What's even more exasperating is that after being criticized for being rude, he still smiled and couldn't refute, as if expressing silently, yes, what you said is right.

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"Then how should I address you, Your Excellency?" The Minister of Foreign Affairs, who forced a smile, looked at the "Envoy Yang Wei". The moment their eyes met, sparks were about to collide.

The young man from the east smiled slightly, "Zhang Mu...", he didn't bother with this trivial matter, looked at the lineup behind the Minister of Foreign Affairs, and continued, "These are trivial matters, I brought His Majesty's Credentials, where is your emperor?"

The Minister of Foreign Affairs took two deep breaths and calmed down his emotions, "In order to reflect the progress of society and respect the collective wishes of the empire, the empire established a cabinet system twenty-nine years ago. The next thing we will see is not His Majesty the Emperor, but It's the prime minister, Mr. Zhang Mu..."

Zhang Mu was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized, with an indescribably strange smile on his face, he nodded and said, "Since the emperor can't make the decision, then take me to see your prime minister." Bar."

The Minister of Foreign Affairs finally understood why in some historical materials, words such as "arrogant" and "mean" were used to describe the Orientals who had arrived here, and he finally felt the "weight" described in those historical books.

This is destined not to be a friendly visit. At least from the attitude of these orientals, it is impossible to detect that they want "equal" communication. It can be felt only by the fact that Markon and Gorob arrived at some documents submitted first. A kind of... contempt.

Originally, the welcome ceremony of some programs ended in a hurry, which disappointed many people. Du Lin pondered for a while, and turned his head to glance at the third prince.

He found a trace of sullenness hidden in the third prince's eyes. Although he tried his best to control and suppress himself, it still showed through his eyes.

Durin immediately realized,

As a member of the royal family, the third prince would definitely not be happy if he was judged by the Orientals as "the emperor can't be the master".

Originally, Du Lin planned to ask the third prince if he would continue to watch the excitement with him, so the idea was extinguished. Thinking about it differently, if Du Lin stood in that position, he would also be angry.

After the Eastern Mission met Magus, the atmosphere became a little more friendly. This time, the Eastern Mission came with a mission. Apart from checking whether the development of Western society is still in the barbaric era, by the way It also has the meaning of promoting exchanges in all aspects.

They brought a lot of goods and books, and they also needed to exchange some things back, including some science and technology books.

Of course, in addition to this, the most important thing is to test the strength of a country, or to test the purest power - fighting.

"This is our newly developed McCoys III rifle. It uses the latest wheeled standard power pod. Each feeder can provide 150 rounds of 5.5mm bullets, with a rate of fire of 14 rounds per second. , the effective range is 150 meters...", the Minister of Defense also specifically named it, "It only takes a week of training, and an ordinary person can try to use it for combat."

The McCoys III rifle held by the Minister of Defense is not actually installed. There are only a batch of experimental products for testing the performance of various aspects, especially the new power cabin.

In the past, the rate of fire of rifles was not fast, and it could be said that it had reached an excellent level in terms of rate of fire if it could fire six bullets per second. Steam has a reaction rate, and it takes time to pressurize, which also limits the rate of fire of the rifle.

However, the McCoys Military Industry Group has developed a brand-new power cabin, which adopts a new wheeled power, has more power cabins, and allows the idle power cabins to complete power compression through continuous rolling and replacement, and then rolls Provide a steady stream of kinetic energy for the bullet.

This time when the Eastern Mission came to visit, Magus and the entire cabinet meant that they would deter the arrogant Orientals by displaying advanced weapons and equipment when necessary.

Zhang Mu looked at this rifle mechanism called McCaus very seriously. He might show his contempt for the empire in many ways. After all, it took hundreds of years for these barbarians to evolve into humans.

But when it comes to weapons, he always maintains a certain degree of awe. What he is in awe of is not the science of Western barbaric society, but the weapons themselves—the power to kill.

After listening to the introduction by the Minister of Defense, Zhang Mu was obviously interested, "Can I have a try?"

"Of course!" After seeing Magus' wink, the Minister of Defense graciously handed over the rifle in his hand to Zhang Mu and taught him how to use it.

At the same time, Magus retreated a little distance, and some special guards stood in front of him to ensure that this arrogant Oriental would not suddenly point his gun at the prime minister.

Some soldiers around who seemed to be accompanying service personnel also put their hands on the hidden weapons one after another.

Zhang Mu didn't point it out, but just smiled, a mocking smile, and he aimed at the target 20 meters away and pulled the trigger according to the way the Minister of Defense taught him just now.

The first dozen or so bullets flew everywhere, and the smiles on the faces of those around them froze.

Because in the next hundred or so bullets, none of them deviated from the target, and all of them remained above the eighth ring.

Although using steam as the kinetic energy of firearms will not have a particularly large recoil force, it does not mean that there is no recoil force at all. In the army, those who can ensure continuous shooting without missing the target are all elites. This is the first time this Oriental uses such a weapon , reached the level of elite soldiers of the empire, which made everyone look very ugly.

Zhang Mu looked at the target in the distance, and then changed a magazine a little jerky. He winked at the person beside him, and the guy with the long sword jumped into the shooting range and drew out his saber.

Everyone was startled, and the Minister of Defense immediately stopped him, "Don't do this. Although the bullet's lethality is not the strongest at this distance, it still cannot be stopped by manpower!"

Zhang Mu said with a smile, "It's okay, I won't blame you for the accident, and I believe our soldiers..." After finishing speaking, he didn't give the Minister of Defense a chance, and directly buckled at his own people. The trigger was pulled.

Muggs had already pushed two agents away to block the exit, heard the sound of the pressure relief valve, and sighed, these damn arrogant things... .

He didn't have a chance to finish this sentence in his mind. Zhang Mu used the semi-automatic mode for the first few bullets, firing bullets one by one. Every time he pulled the trigger, a little spark appeared in front of the swordsman he was targeting. .

At the end, he fired more than a dozen bullets, all of which were completely blocked, so he stopped shooting and put the rifle back on the table, with an unknown smile on his face.

We summed it up in our hearts, and we should announce a kind of ironic ridicule.

The next step seems to be to prove the military power of the empire. After Magus left, the Minister of Defense took Zhang Mu and his party to see more war weapons. The smile on Zhang Mu’s face gradually decreased, especially After he saw the latest weapon platforms and large-caliber howitzers, the smiles on his face finally disappeared, replaced by solemnity.

This made the imperial officials breathe a sigh of relief, and the Minister of Defense even joked, "Do you want your regiment members to try?"

In the evening, the initial contact on the first day was over, and the mission returned to the manor arranged by the empire. After confirming that no one was watching and eavesdropping, Zhang Mu found the swordsman during the day in the room.

"What do you think of that weapon called a rifle?"

The swordsman replied, "The power is average, but the advantage lies in the convenience. Ordinary people can get started in a short time of training. It is terrible to encounter a large-scale war. If it is only a small-scale encounter, it only needs five breaths!"

Zhang Mu nodded, he is also a master, with an effective range of 120 meters?

However, it can rush over in two breaths. This rifle is very effective in mid-range combat, but it is worthless once it is approached by the enemy.

Compared with small things like rifles, he valued those things called howitzers more.

Thinking of this, he asked the swordsman to leave the room, quickly wrote a secret letter, put it in a small metal stick, and blew a loud whistle, and the black shadow hovering in the sky instantly landed on his window sill.

A moment later, on the boat of the Eastern Mission, a person untied a metal stick from the foot of a bird, walked to the bottom of the cabin, fished out a strange fish from a sealed bucket, stuffed the metal stick into the fish's mouth, and then Throw the strange fish into the sea again.

Three days later, in a harbor in the far eastern continent, a few soldiers picked up a stranded strange fish, squeezed out the metal stick from the fish's mouth, and sent it to the imperial capital at high speed.

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