My Empire

"Suddenly!" On a school field in the Storm Empire, an officer was using a fairly standard posture, holding a P90 submachine gun, and firing at a dummy pierced by straw in the distance.

The dummy was wearing a very heavy armor, but it was clear that such an armor was completely unable to defend against the P90's attack.

The distance between the officer and the dummy target was at least 30 meters, but the bullet easily penetrated the best armor, leaving two small holes in it.

All the officers and ministers standing nearby and watching know that these two small holes mean that if the person wearing this armor is a real person, then that person is dead.

"This is almost the best standard armor we can find." A minister shook his head helplessly.

In recent days, the ups and downs of the Gale Empire have been working hard for the Divine Light event. The more they study, the more they realize the seriousness of the whole problem.

On the one hand, the archbishop and some theologians are studying the corpses of those alien visitors. They found that apart from some very exquisitely processed patterns on the body, these corpses are almost a collection of wood and some weird metal products.

So far, these people don’t even know what is the principle of wood that can stand and walk around like people in these dwellings...

What's more tragic is that the generals of experimental weapons on this side have a new understanding of the terrible P90 submachine gun.

For example, they now know that every time they shoot a very fast "short arrow", this weapon will drop some small brass tubes.

Of course, they don't know that it is a cartridge case, but they have discovered that whether the cartridge case or the warhead, they all come from the magazine on the top of the P90 submachine gun.

Every time you fire, the number of "short arrows" in the magazine will be reduced, and when the short arrows in the magazine are exhausted, this powerful weapon is useless.

Afterwards, they began to explore how to supplement the "short arrows" in the weapon. In the end, they really understood. After all, there are not many movable switches on a submachine gun. After a few days of trying, they basically Figured it out.

However, what embarrassed them was that in the previous ambush, the soldiers swung their swords to smash the transparent plastic magazines carried by several puppet robots-this kind of damage is irreparable.

But the bullets that fell out of it were picked up by them, but another problem plagued all the powerful officers and generals of the Storm Empire.

"Whether it is this kind of small copper arrow (bullet) or the kind of transparent box (magazine)... We have no way to imitate it." An old craftsman shook his head and said to the minister beside him.

He sighed helplessly, and told a fact that several generals behind him regretted: "Not only can't imitate it, but we can't even tell what the material of the box is."

"At the very beginning, we thought it was a kind of brown glass with impurities, but then realized that the weight between the two is completely different." As a "professional", he described it to some laymen as much as possible. To understand the characteristics of this new material: "My apprentice and I carefully observed the transparent box that was split by the sword. Those fractures were not broken like glass, indicating that the material should be more resilient and softer."

"The outer shell of that weapon is also made of similar materials..." He said, pointing his finger at the broken P90 gun with a few sword marks on it that the apprentice was holding.

A general in armor heard the old craftsman say this, looked at another general on the side, and then said: "So it seems... our Gale Empire has no way to accept God’s inspiration and produce magical weapons. Up?"

"It's impossible in a short time." The general shook his head decisively, because he had asked all the craftsmen he had met this question countless times.

Compared with the ministers, these officers who lick the blood of their swords pay more attention to the value of weapons. They also need powerful weapons to help them make achievements.

But the ideal is full, but the reality is cruel. These weapons from the aliens are too advanced, they can't imitate them.

After a P90 was disassembled, they saw the parts inside. They were really very precise things. It was impossible even for a craftsman to make a part, let alone to assemble these parts tightly.

For the craftsmen in this world, they know that it is a spring, but they don't know what kind of metal and craft can make a spring of this length.

They also know that it is a "tube", but there is really no way to make a tube with a rotating rifle inside...

In other words, this description is a bit of praise for them, they don't even know how to produce a seamless tube without trachoma...

"This thing shouldn't have appeared in this world at all! We won't be able to make such a precise thing in five hundred years." At this time, the old craftsman was talking to a minister of the most intense part.

The minister looked worried and looked at a companion beside him: "Since God has come to this world, what do they want to do?"

"No matter what they want to do... We seem to be blasphemy." Another minister replied with a nervous look: "Our soldiers hacked to death the messengers of God, and perhaps disaster is about to come to us ."

The third minister hurriedly concealed: "If God's punishment had come, it would have come long ago. Now that we are still standing here, it shows that God is not omnipotent."

"What if we change our mindset? What if those hacked to death are the gods themselves? They were killed by our heroic soldiers before they could use their powerful weapons?" The minister said more and more excited, As if it were his own feat of killing God.

"You are crazy! Didn't you hear the confession of the soldiers present? Those god's messengers have a lot of time to use this weapon. The other party didn't know why they didn't use this weapon before allowing our soldiers to succeed! "The other minister corrected.

"Let's wait for the news from the archbishop... If there are new discoveries from the archbishop, we may be able to ease the conflict with the gods and let the gods stand on the side of the empire!" A minister sighed and shook his head. : "This may be our last chance."