Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"That's the Coliseum of Istalia, where gladiatorial matches are held regularly."

"This is the Crimson Scale Garrison, the headquarters of the Crimson Scale Conqueror Force."

"That team you mean? They are from the Imperial Guard. It is said that demons have been around recently, and they are very strict in the city."

Joseph and his party continued to walk along the main road, listening to Heya's introduction to the things they saw along the way.

"Mr. Joseph, in front of you is the headquarters building of the Klaubawu Military Industrial Group. Your destination should be here.

"What a tall building."

Joseph raised his head and saw a tall building with more than ten floors not far away. On the top of it were the words "Klaubow Military Industrial Group".

The entire building seems to be made of special masonry, without much additional decoration, revealing a unique Empire style, and is said to be supported by steel bars.

At the entrance of the building, in addition to the emblem of the Ember Empire, there is also the group logo of firearms, artillery and dragon wings intersecting.

People were coming and going in a hurry, including businessmen from all over the country, tax collectors holding documents, and many soldiers wearing military uniforms with pistols hanging on their waists.

Joseph walked into the building curiously, while Heya stepped forward and whispered to the front desk staff in a familiar manner.

Soon, a man wearing formal clothes and walking calmly came up to him with a smile and extended his right hand enthusiastically.

"You must be Mr. Joseph, one of the principals of the Pearson Chamber of Commerce, whose name I have admired for a long time.

My name is Reuven Craig, a senior salesman of the group, specially responsible for receiving VIPs like you. "

After all, he was an eloquent businessman. Joseph immediately reacted, with a polite smile on his face, and reached out to hold it.

"You are exaggerating. I am just an ordinary member of the Pearson Chamber of Commerce. I am only temporarily representing the Chamber of Commerce because I have gained the trust of all members."

"Nowhere, the Pearson Chamber of Commerce is the most powerful chamber of commerce in Thrace, and it is also our big customer."

"In that case, I'm sorry to trouble you, Mr. Reuven."

Lu Wen took Joseph and his party into the building for a tour, and took the opportunity to sell him the group's new product - the "Flying Dragon Flame" series of rifles.

".This is an important milestone. It has been further optimized in materials and structure, and the shooting accuracy and reliability have been significantly improved."

On the basis of maintaining the original advantages, the second generation improved the mobility and flexibility of soldiers in combat by shortening the gun body and reducing weight, so that it can quickly respond to various tactics in various complex environments. need."

"Sounds good."

Joseph nodded slightly.

"We at the Pearson Chamber of Commerce are still worried about the quality of these firearms. Money is only a trivial matter, and the lives of soldiers are the most important."

"You have a point."

Joseph stroked his beard and said calmly: "So, seeing is believing, and hearing is false.

There are some things that you can only know by looking at them yourself. "

This is his purpose.

Steal the Empire's firearms technology, understand their military situation, and make necessary preparations.

After this period of communication, he has been able to roughly determine that this Lu Wen is a greedy guy who is bent on making money.

As long as you pay enough money, you might be able to dig out something. As for Heya, the fanatical believer, he has given up fighting.

"Mr. Joseph, do you want to visit the specific production process of the group's firearms?

That's no problem, I'll take you there. "

Before Joseph could respond, Reuven said simply.

"That's good."

Joseph was a little stunned, but then he realized what he was saying and nodded lightly.

He originally thought that he would have to go through some entanglement, negotiation, and then use benefits to impress the other party. This was normal for him as a "white glove" who was free from the powerful.

But Joseph really didn't expect that the other party would agree directly like this, as if he had done something insignificant.

Is this a trap?

Although he felt a little uneasy, Joseph was still determined to continue completing the tasks assigned by His Highness the Prince.

In order to get the blueprints of the firearms, it is best to recruit a few skilled craftsmen from the empire so that the Thracian Kingdom can produce such weapons.

Reuven took Joseph and others on the small steam locomotive in the city and came to the south of the city.

He introduced: "This is the southern industrial zone of Istalia. What I want to take you to visit this time is the Eleventh Military Factory."

Joseph looked at the large-scale buildings in the distance and the tall chimneys that kept emitting gray smoke, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's really spectacular."

"Are the firearms sold to the South made here?"

"Of course, please follow me."

Lu Wen walked in front, talked to the security guard at the door, and led them through smoothly.

Entering the factory, Joseph was once again shocked by the scene inside.

"Bang! Bang!"

In the spacious workshop, machines were roaring, people were shouting, and dust was flying. Machines several meters high were neatly arranged.

The workers are busy on the assembly line, their expressions are numb, and the movements of their hands are like conditioned reflexes. Each person is responsible for one of the links, whether it is inspecting the barrel, splicing accessories, or installing parts.

"Listen to me! As long as you complete today's quota, you will get the bonus!

If I find out who is slacking off"

The figure of the goblin overseer shuttled between various workshops. From time to time, he would come to a worker and issue an angry scolding.

Joseph's eyes widened, his mouth opened, and he thought in his heart:

machine.

A huge machine.

Not only the equipment in the factory, but also the living workers are just parts that make this huge machine run.

Until this moment, he finally understood why Lu Wen agreed so readily - it turned out that there were no skilled craftsmen at all, and the producers of those firearms were not individuals, but the entire factory.

Lu Wen said in a relaxed tone: "The group's firearms will undergo multiple process inspections, and the quality can definitely be guaranteed. You don't have to worry at all."

Joseph couldn't help but ask: "If there is a skilled blacksmith, can these guns be made by himself?"

Lu Wen replied: "Maybe it is possible, but pure human power will inevitably have errors. It is estimated that it requires an extremely skilled blacksmith to do it.

Moreover, no matter how skilled you are, you can only make a few firearms in a day. The empire's factories produce tens of thousands of firearms every day. "

As he spoke, pride showed in his tone.

At this time, it is no exaggeration to say that the Burning Ember Empire was the "Arms Factory of the World". The rifles they produced were sold overseas and even changed the course of the war to a certain extent.

Joseph felt a little desperate. If the Thracian Kingdom wanted to independently produce firearms, it would probably have to move the entire factory to the south.

And according to Reuven, a supporting industrial system is also needed to provide materials for the production of firearms-this means that they need to move the entire empire industrial zone.

Joseph thought in his heart: "I have traveled across the continent of Fianso, but I have never seen a country like this."

It’s almost like.”

He thought for a moment before finding the most suitable metaphor.

"A huge machine built for war and plundering money. His Majesty the Emperor turned living people into tools."

Joseph's mood was particularly complicated.

After visiting the arsenal, he told Reuven that he would have to think more before deciding whether to order this batch of ordnance.

As a result, Joseph and others were arranged to stay at a VIP hotel in the central area of ​​the imperial capital, and Heya, as the guide, said goodbye.

But before leaving, she said to Joseph meaningfully: "Don't take any chances, His Majesty Cassius can see everything in the empire with his eyes."

However, Joseph did not take the other party's words seriously. After all, in his eyes, this guide was a poor person who had been brainwashed by the evil dragon emperor.

At midnight, the sky was dark.

There was an imperceptible noise in the VIP hotel room.

"Click."

"what is that?"

Suddenly, Joseph woke up from his sleep. He smelled a dangerous smell, his heart was beating fast, and there seemed to be a black shadow passing by the window.

The guard at the door didn't notice anything unusual.

"How can it be?"

He lowered his head and suddenly looked horrified - it turned out that the photo stone disguised as a medal was smashed into pieces by a tiny silver needle.

Next to him, a crumpled bloody note appeared, which contained the words he had heard during the day:

"His Majesty Cassius's eyes can see everything in the empire."

Joseph's face turned pale, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead: "How did they know about him?"