"I didn't expect you to make such a big mess for me before the general march." Ouff Mondridge gloomily played with the police revolver that had unloaded the bullets, and he didn't even look at some of the inquisitors who had washed the Rineihu clean and then rushed to Hilzi. "Now it's okay, if we can't catch the remnants of the red dragon this time, you and I will have to hang our heads on the tree in Xierqi."

The judge, who knelt on the ground, did not dare to speak. Even if he had thrown away the gloves along with the gloves holding them, and presented the drawings to Offe Mondridge in good condition, he could not decide how serious the matter would be.

Offy Mondrich was so playful that he loaded a bullet into the nest. He had already tried firing this otherworldly weapon, which could pierce through heavy iron armor ten paces away without any magic projectiles, and he was impressed. He then closed the nest, spun around vigorously, stood up sharply, and pulled the trigger at random on the Inquisition.

“bang！” This sound scared the Inquisitor out, but it was not the same as the one he had just heard at the testing ground, because it was shouted by Offet Mondridge through his mouth. The inquisitor was so big that he didn't draw the bullet. Of course, what Offe Mondrich didn't know was that he inadvertently discovered an alternative way for people from the other world to play the revolver.

"Get up. Oh, it's miserable, and I pee......" said Offe Mondrich as he sat down again and spoke to the Inquisitor. "You're a dead man from now on, Inquisitor Vejerry. The only way you can survive is to cover your face and become my second right hand. Do you understand? ”

"Understood...... "The inquisitor shook his hands and turned pale.

"I like smart people." The director of the Western Expeditionary Army, Eufay Mondridge, clapped his hands. "If you're not smart, this otherworldly fire will fall on you."

"My subordinates must do their best......" The pale face was still shaking, and he hadn't gasped yet.

"Don't rush to show loyalty, you can take a look at this plan." The superintendent of the Western Expeditionary Army threw away a roll of paper. The Inquisitor shuddered and picked it up, and his face, which had just flushed, turned pale again.

"What do you mean, Director?" This is really just out of Longtan and into the tiger's den. Written on this piece of paper is the idea of bringing the plague into the area controlled by Doniva.

"That's right, you'll have to personally supervise and send these demon-chosen people upstream by boat." Offy Mondrich was clearly dissatisfied with his new subordinate's ability to understand. But it's an outcast anyway, so it doesn't matter what happens. "If you do so, you will have the hope of not being chosen by the devil - those poor sinners are packed in wooden crates, and only need to be placed on the side of the ship, with the vents and excretions facing outward, and the food delivered at regular intervals. Oh, these requirements are written on that piece of paper, and you just do it. For the sake of your family and that beautiful big ass little lover, I suggest you still take the lead. ”

This sentence frightened the judge so much that he almost peed again. What does it mean to be well-informed? Here it is. This big director is really prepared, I'm afraid he already knows what happened to Riniehu.

"Hmph, those people are the secret weapons that I have entrusted to my friends in various countries with great effort and thought. The burden of success or failure is on your shoulders. We're going to march on Garcia in a few days, and I've got something to do. After going out, go outside with my servant to get your clothes tied, and you will leave in the evening. Offy Mondridge got up and walked out of the room with his wand, leaving Inquisitor Vergery alone in a daze, his mind still a little unturned.

As a young thinker in the Bimonthly Church, Uffy Mondrich is no idle person. snatching firearms from the new district; transporting plague-infected people to the Doniva control area; and then to eliminate the large grain storage households in the central and eastern regions, open warehouses and recruit troops to prepare for sowing tuntian; Divide troops and settle into the central front...... These chiaroscuro tricks all come from him. In his eyes, war is not a simple game between offense and defense, but an all-round competition at all costs.

Although the decision-makers on the opposite side and the country behind the scenes cannot come up with an overwhelming number of flying generals, they can let the wheat grow in winter and harvest in late spring. Or take away the people you want to take away under tight defense. "They also have unique strengths and are trying to multiply them with those strengths. It's a dangerous move for us. Earlier, a worried Eufe Mondridge had described the actions of the enemy he had faced.

"The odds are only 50 percent." Eufay Mondridge once wrote this sentence at the end of the report, but he used magic to blow away the ink that had not dried. The people around him were still determined to succeed, and the less his wife Naio and Rucha knew, the more optimistic and cheerful they became, and the more they felt that marching west was a great opportunity to make a difference......

What worries him the most is the marvelous magicless weapon. "There is no doubt that the role of the mage on the battlefield is to multiply the combat effectiveness of the average army - but the cost of training and maintenance is almost several times that of the average army. Even we need to keep the mages at a certain size, because the supply of consumables for the Pink Wand simply can't keep up with the need to expand further...... Otherworldly weapons that don't require mana consumption can arm the average army to a low-level or perhaps the level of a beginner mage - our close-range classes are almost completely useless in terms of their destructive power and ability to destroy iron armor from a distance......"

In addition to the two police revolvers, he gave them to his father's scholar friends along with the missing drawings of the Red Dragons, and invited them to participate in the research and development of Hilqi. Uffy Mondridge's desire was clear: with these samples, he would also build an army capable of using demonic weapons to rival the forces of the new district.

After several test firings and dismantling and analyzing the police revolver he intercepted, Offe Mondrich also began to understand the principle of this weapon. The warhead is ejected from the steel tube using a certain force that produces gas from the explosion. The bullet head is separated from the shell, and the particles inside are not visible at all. But it does burn to produce a very violent effect. Accordingly, Eufe Mondridge was quick to think of an explosion with a similar effect. If you could use the sealed Explosive Magic Activation Technique to create this kind of weapon, would the effect be similar?

The warheads fired into the planks and steel armor naturally became shattered, and their original appearance was not visible. Off-Mondrich deliberately fired a shot at an unmanned test site during a test round and sent someone to find the dropped bullet. Warheads made of lead have already left deep traces of rifling. This confirms the idea that the Ofer Mondrich warhead is embedded in a steel pipe with a convex curve, but he has no way of knowing the function of rifling for the time being, so he can only put it aside. It is unimaginable that the Otherworldly Man could produce such a seamless steel pipe with such intricate patterns carved into it.

After a few rounds of test firing, Eufay Mondrich began to fall in love with such a weapon. The appearance of the domestic police scorned him, but it cut into the aesthetics of the director of the Western Expeditionary Army. In fact, it does come faster for close-quarters defense than a wand and the dagger in a wand. It only takes two moves to pull out of your trouser pocket to kill an enemy in front of you, and it can also pierce solid iron armor. He was now beginning to understand why Doniva's private army had dropped the great sword and axe, the symbol of knightly glory, and replaced it with such a small weapon—life was always more precious than La Bang. He remembered his own ridicule and ignorance when the spies came to report the news, and this ignorant self-esteem seemed far more ridiculous to him now than the knight had abandoned the great sword in favor of the revolver.

Eufael-Mondridge saw through the comprehensiveness of war, but unfortunately he himself fell into another kind of change in people and forces that war did not realize it. Just as the IJN and USN recognized the power of aircraft carriers after the collapse of the Z Fleet and Pearl Harbor and Midway, and the PLA embraced the concept of informatization after the Gulf War, war was also a catalyst for the idea of the stronger side to gradually penetrate the weaker side. Eufael-Mondrich was now forced to accept the idea that a gun was bigger than a sword, even though he was smug that he had learned it himself. Naturally, the latecomers are not completely inferior, at least Eufe Mondridge, who has not yet been able to see through the full principle of this weapon, is clearly the lagging side.

Applying this law to a greater extent, the Bilunar Church itself of course fell into this vortex without noticing. Their pursuit of the research wreckage of the Red Dragon Nation is very different from their pursuit of the inventors of these research products. From this point of view, the lost Red Dragon Country is the winner of the last war. More people want to be more magic fans, more people want to become magicians, and more people want to pursue a better lifestyle and a higher standard of living...... No matter what kind of society, whether it is cultivating immortals, martial arts, or a society with a strict level of magicians, as long as there are people, social creatures who are not saints and gentlemen will have the most basic desires, and they will have the desire to become lazy and want to enjoy more. As long as there are appealers, progress will be made, although the Bilunar Church has prevented the progress of the productive forces of various countries from a macro level, but its motive is precisely to maintain its own high standard of living, if such suppression can no longer satisfy the people of the Bilunar Church in the Thousand Islands of Lancas and the "gods of the world"? One day, the seedlings born in the country of the Double Moon Church will still pierce the seemingly solid sky.

And the Doniva forces and the country behind Elta's upcoming confrontation with the Bilunar Church are just allowing this inevitable change to come ahead of schedule.