My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2916 -972: Old Edward’s First Encounter Kill (Part 2)

“Instead of begging others to save your fellow citizens from the sea of misery, why not do it yourself? It’s better to rely on yourself than to ask others; don’t forget that you’re human too.”

She took out her gun from her waist, cocked it with a click, spun it once, and handed it to the demi-human engineer wiping tears in front of her. She spoke calmly:

“You didn’t want to make weapons before, but now your hands are stained with blood too. Instead of being bound by past doctrines, why not go to the other extreme? Once your engineering knowledge is applied to war, its destructive power is astonishing. And now you have enough reason to step onto the battlefield.

We can save the demi-humans once, but we can’t keep saving you over and over again…”

“Exactly! People need to learn to rely on themselves!”

Sister Maotu, next to Captain Mia, said with her hands on her hips:

“I look down on weak men who only know how to cry when things happen. Shut up! Your crying sounds terrible, but perhaps your raspy voice is very suited for a battle cry. I bet the Gnolls would be scared to death by you.”

“They are civilians…”

Standing next to Maotu, Xugou looked at the terrified demi-humans and local humans with some pity.

These people are pitiful enough, and forcing them onto the battlefield feels like sentencing them to death. But before he finished speaking, Maotu retorted:

“We used to be civilians too, but now isn’t killing Wolf People all too easy? There’s always a first time for everything. The second time, you’re familiar with it, and by the third time, you’ll start to like it, until the point you feel uncomfortable not having a fight every day.

Anyway, that’s what I’m putting out there.

If the demi-humans don’t change themselves, even if they endure this time, the next disaster will surely destroy them.

Their biggest problem is not being pacifists, but stubbornly sticking to being pacifists in a chaotic and disastrous era. This world is rotten to the core and can’t accommodate such purity.”

“Enough!”

Old Qu raised his voice, interrupting the increasingly rude critique from the hot-tempered Maotu.

He looked at the demi-humans before him and said:

“Our dwarf friends need to occupy this factory to maintain the important strategic point of the underground subway station. You can continue to work here, but this time, it’s not to produce weapons for the Wolf People, but to create supplies that can support the warriors still fighting.

I have some weapon blueprints here. I’ll draw them out to see if you can make them.”

Old Qu stood up, went to the side and entered the forum to discuss with Lord Qin. A few minutes later, he copied a weapon blueprint from the forum and gave it to the tired demi-human technicians. Hmm, maybe now they should be called War Technicians.

“The structure of this thing… is very strange.”

That skinny technician analyzed the blueprint in front of him and hesitantly said:

“The equipment in this factory can produce such firearms, but the output won’t be high. As for the matching pointed bullets, we don’t have the technology for that.”

“No worries, Transylvania will supply the bullets. You just need to produce this weapon, as many as possible, as quickly as possible.”

Old Qu’s eyes lit up and said:

“This is the next generation firearm blueprint of the Transia Transylvanian People’s Army. Our war engineers have crafted this new generation rifle for victory. The more you make, the more our warriors can kill Wolf People and save more demi-humans.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t go to the battlefield yourself, your skills can bring more miracles to victory.

Discuss it among yourselves.

We’re different from the Wolf People; we won’t force you. But this blueprint must not leak. If you agree to make weapons, it means you declare to join Transylvania, and after the war, you will follow us back.”

“We…”

The engineer hesitated for a moment and said:

“We’ll discuss it.”

Old Qu nodded, turned around, and led the players away. The sharp-eyed Xugou had just seen the deconstruction on the blueprint and whispered:

“Brother Qu, why does that thing look so much like the classic model PPSh-41?”

“Because it is the PPSh-41.”

Old Qu rolled his eyes and said:

“I copied it 1:1 from the forum. Our arsenal is already preparing for mass production of this real weapon to replace the Blood Vulture Claw we currently have. It turns out the Sten is just the Sten, and even in the Magical World, it has all sorts of problems.

This thing is, after all, just a product of special times. Now that Transylvania has regained its strength, it’s time to replace it with real war weapons.

The best part is that lots of barrels from the replica Mosin Nagant have been made, which can be directly reused on the new rifle without needing a separate production line.”

“Damn! Awesome!”

Xugou immediately got excited and said:

“But didn’t you say before that resources weren’t enough and the production line always had various issues? How did it suddenly start bursting with capacity?”

“Tsk, Hog’s Kingdom of Jackal people will be our biggest resource supplier in the future. As for the production line issue… Well, the craftsmanship of professionals is definitely better than the amateurs under Loyal Brother.”

Brother Qu complained:

“This is only the beginning. Just a lightweight weapon is getting you this excited. If I tell you that those professionals are already getting ready to build airplanes near the Ancestral Forest, won’t you be happy enough to fly?”

“What? Airplanes?”

Xugou’s eyes widened and said:

“Like the Fat Girl kind?”

This question left Old Qu speechless. This Xugou really has quite the imagination; thinking about the Fat Girl. If the experts in the rear manage to create something like a P-51 fighter plane before the next conflict, it’s already cheating. Besides, the problem of pilots also needs to be solved.