"Is this Lord Luo Feng? I, Yuan Chonghuan, am here to welcome Lord Luo.”
Luo Feng was driving when the scenery in front of him suddenly flashed. He was transported back to ancient times, and a middle-aged general in military uniform stood in front of him.
He was Yuan Chonghuan.
Luo Feng searched through his memories of the Ming Dynasty. He remembered that Yuan Chonghuan should have been the governor of Liaodong. He should have been guarding the front line of Shanhaiguan to guard against Huang Taiji.
This time, Huang Taiji didn't go through Shanhaiguan. He went around Shanhaiguan from the north and entered the capital. Yuan Chonghuan was summoned back by Chongzhen from Shanhaiguan to resist Jian Nu.
Luo Feng learned quickly and also cupped his hands.
"His Majesty has instructed me to buy a batch of firearms from you to deal with Slave Jian. He wants me to discuss with you how to fight.”
Yuan Worship pointed at the north gate of the capital.
"Alright, let's familiarize ourselves with the terrain.”
Luo Feng observed his surroundings and found himself on the streets of the capital.
As for what weapons to sell and how much to sell, it would depend on the needs of the client, Chongzhen.
Under Yuan Chonghuan's lead, he quickly rode out of the capital's north gate and headed north along the main road.
"Beep, the system is now issuing Sub Mission 002: The host needs to sell the first batch of Military Fire as soon as possible.”
The system notification sounded again. The mission came so quickly.
"Lord Luo has also seen that the north of the capital is flat, which is very beneficial for Slave Jian's cavalry to play their advantage, and is not conducive to our defense. Therefore, my plan is to withdraw all the troops to the capital and rely on the capital's city walls to defend.”
As Yuan Chonghuan walked, he pointed at the surrounding terrain and explained his plan to Luo Feng.
"General Yuan, it's not impossible for you to hide and defend, but there are still many villages outside the capital. If you withdraw your army back to the city, won't those villages be looted by Slave Jian?”
"There's nothing we can do. Slave Jian's vanguard will be here soon, but our army hasn't arrived yet. We don't have enough troops to set up a camp outside the city to stop Slave Jian, so we can only ensure the safety of the capital.”
Yuan Chonghuan sighed with a bitter face, feeling somewhat helpless.
"That was in the past. Now, I'm selling you firearms. In my opinion, we should fight Slave Jian outside the city.”
Luo Feng was very domineering and didn't put Huang Taiji's cavalry in his eyes.
"Your weapon is so powerful? Can I take a look first?"
"Of course, no problem. System, bring me an AK.”
"What weapon is this?"
"This thing is called an AK-47. It's cheap and useful.”
"Gun? You are talking about firearms, right? Our Ming Dynasty also has firearms.”
"That's the most primitive gun of yours. How can it compare to my AK? If you don't believe me, bring a cow over.”
Luo Feng pursed his lips.
Yuan Chonghuan wasn't convinced, so he called over a team of musketeers and a cow, tying them up twenty meters away.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Out of the ten musketeers, three had jammed, five had missed, and only two had hit the mark, but they had not pierced through the cowhide at all.
"This is your firearm? Isn't that a little too lame?"
Luo Feng looked at him with disdain.
"There's nothing we can do about it. Although firearms are powerful, they have many flaws. Otherwise, we would have killed Slave Jian long ago and let them attack the capital.”
Yuan Chonghuan spread his hands, his expression somewhat helpless.
Luo Feng raised his gun, opened the safety, aimed at the cow 20 meters away, and pulled the trigger a few seconds later.
A series of firecrackers sounded, and in the blink of an eye, the cow was beaten into a hornet's nest. It wailed and fell to the ground, immediately dying.
Yuan Chonghuan was shocked. His mouth was agape, and his eyes were wide open. He had an expression of disbelief.
He could not believe his eyes.
Luo Feng's firearm could actually fire continuously. Moreover, almost every bullet hit the target and pierced through the cowhide.
"How is it? My AK is still okay, right?”
Luo Feng blew at the smoke from the muzzle and sneered smugly.
"It's not just okay, it's great. With this, I'll be able to catch Slave Jian off guard. I'll buy your AK!”
Yuan Chonghuan was surprised and delighted. He placed the order without hesitation.
"Then how many do you plan to get?"
"Give me a hundred of them first. If they are useful, I will report to the emperor and buy more.”
Luo Feng took out his calculator.
An AK was about 600RMB, which was about four taels of silver. 100 AKs would be 60,000 RMB, which was 400 taels of silver.
Luo Feng waved the calculator in his hand at him.
"Seven hundred taels is nothing. The emperor said that as long as we can defeat Slave Jian, any amount of money is worth it.”
Yuan Chonghuan waved his hand generously.
"As long as you have money, things will be easier. As long as your emperor can afford it, I have better weapons to sell to you. In less than a year, you will be able to destroy Slave Jian, recover Liaodong, and quell Li Zicheng's rebellion.”
Of course, Luo Feng wasn't just after the 700 taels of silver. He wanted to sell more firearms to Chongzhen. It wasn't easy for him to come to the Ming Dynasty to do business, so he had to set a small goal of earning him 100 million.
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