After being interrupted by Fang Xuanling, Chu Ze had to reorganize his thoughts.
After a while.
Under Fang Xuanling's expectant gaze.
Chu Ze said again.
"In the past 1,300 years, the nomads have basically been known for their ability to fight. However, in this short period of time, a weapon that transcended the era appeared in the world.”
"Ma Ke Xin Heavy Machine Gun. Although this name might be a bit of a tongue twister for you.”
"However, you don't need to know what it is. You only need to know that ever since the birth of this weapon. All the nomads had changed from being good at fighting to being good at singing and dancing.”
"In our era, when you went to their place, they were very hospitable…"
After Chu Ze finished speaking.
Fang Xuanling's eyes twitched.
Barbarians…Hostile…
These people who had not been enlightened were people who were chosen to devour!
The crimes committed by the Turks along the way to the south had been a source of anger for both men and gods.
However, in Chu Ze's mouth.
Fang Xuanling had heard a term that he couldn't associate with the Turks.
At the same time, he was also full of curiosity about the horse and chicken gun that Chu Ze mentioned.
"Uh, the gun you mentioned just now. Is it really as mysterious as you say?"
"That's for sure. The Merciful Doctor Ma Kexin and the Equal Gatling Bodhisattva. That was a world-famous existence in the future. Do you think it's powerful?"
The inventor of Ma Kexin,
In fact, he was originally a doctor.
Rumor had it that he had seen too many injured people in the war.
Therefore, in order to reduce the number of casualties and reduce the workload of the battlefield doctors.
He invented the Mark Xin Heavy Machine Gun.
From then on, the Mark Xin heavy machine gun entered the stage of war.
A large number of soldiers were under its powerful firepower.
All of them had turned from the injured to the dead.
This indirectly or directly reduced the workload of battlefield doctors.
Moreover, it also reduced the pain of the injured to a certain extent.
Therefore, he was crowned with the title of great compassion.
After hearing Chu Ze's words.
Fang Xuanling's eyes suddenly lit up.
"That... Little Brother Chu. How about I discuss something with you?”
"What are you doing? Suddenly looking at me, it's so scary..."
Chu Ze looked at Fang Xuanling, who suddenly looked at him with a flattering expression and rubbed his hands awkwardly.
He subconsciously wanted to get up and hide.
This gaze didn't look like a good person at all!
"Hey, don't get too excited!"
"Am I excited? Are you talking about yourself?"
"Hahaha... Since you came from the future, you naturally know that the Great Tang has been plagued by the Turks.”
"How many Tang have died tragically under the swords of these beasts?”
"Sigh, His Majesty is also worried about this matter!”
Fang Xuanling said.
His eyes were gradually filled with killing intent.
"The horse or chicken gun you mentioned just now! Can you make it?"
"Little Brother Chu, don't worry. I'll definitely risk my life to ask His Majesty for credit for you. At least…At the very least, you can be conferred the title of King! You see..."
After Fang Xuanling finished speaking.
He immediately looked at Chu Ze with anticipation.
"And... If my daughter is willing, I will not stop you from coming and going! But... You can't abandon my daughter and bully her…"
When he said this.
Fang Xuanling's mood was particularly heavy.
It was as if the cabbage that they had painstakingly raised for more than ten years was suddenly eaten by the pig next door.
"Uh... I say, house guard! Aren't you being a little delusional…If I could forge a Mark Xin Heavy Machine Gun for you with my bare hands, do you think I would still be in such a miserable state?”
When Chu Ze understood the meaning behind Fang Xuanling's words.
He looked at Fang Xuanling as if he was looking at a fool.
If he could really forge a Mark Xin Heavy Machine Gun with his bare hands…
Did he have to expose his identity as a transmigrator?
"Uh... Was there no hope at all? Didn't you come from more than a thousand years in the future? Think of something! What do you want? This old man will directly report to His Majesty that you can mobilize the strength of a country.”
When they heard that Chu Ze was unable to create a weapon that could allow the nomads to sing and dance, they were shocked.
Fang Xuanling couldn't help but feel a sense of regret.
However, he still did not give up.
He tried again.
"Save it. Not to mention the strength of one country, even the strength of ten countries could not be created at the moment…It wasn't that the item was rare, it was simply a technical problem.”
"You don't know the skills either? No, you're a transmigrator from the future. Why don't you know anything?”
"Uh... Damn, how is this my fault?”
"Why not? Previously, you didn't know how to treat the Empress 'illness, and now, you don't know how to treat that horse or gun…You don't know anything, do you?"
...
Fang Xuanling said.
Chu Ze felt speechless for a moment.
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