My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 3048 -1015: The Fury · Ode to Victory_2

“Haven’t you watched ‘King of War’?”

Five Wheels sighed and said:

“The cost of shipping those scraps back to Transylvania is much more expensive than dealing with them on the spot. There’s no technical content in the production of Blood Vulture Claw. When there’s a real need to re-equip the militia, the armory can meet the demand in less than a week at full power.

Go, organize the players to complete the new weapon replacement as soon as possible.

Each standard issue includes a PPSh and a pistol, three drum magazines, five clips, and each five-person team will receive three Iron Fist Missiles and a case of Broad Sword.

They are not in short supply of explosives and such right now. You can apply here if you really need them.

We depart in an hour.”

“Oh.”

The staff officer assigned tasks immediately sprang into action. The airship with hull number 013 was the first to receive orders, and the vampire players on board didn’t even wait for the airship to adjust its position before flying down, becoming the first batch of players to switch to new weapons.

They knew their stuff as well. When Niu Niu saw the rifle handed to him, he exclaimed:

“They actually made this thing! I knew it when Loyal Brother introduced Mosin Nagant; our weapon designers are a bunch of die-hard Soviet enthusiasts.”

“Less talk! Just say if you want it or not?”

Ayu didn’t have as many thoughts.

He happily hung his new gun on his chest and struck a classic pose for Cheche to take a photo.

For the military fanatics deeply hidden among the players, holding this thing in an instant was enough to give their restless heart supreme satisfaction. Especially the item description evoked the pure passion of youth, making every player holding it feel a heavy sense of responsibility.

Weapons always carry power and those unforgettable histories, and the war they just experienced in Transylvania is so similar to the war of their homeland.

It might be a coincidence.

But fate handing them this weapon at this moment might mysteriously indicate the historical duties Foreign Spirit Heroes must assume here.

“Well, with this thing, you can’t do bad things now.”

Little Wei Ming said next to him in a teasing manner:

“Otherwise, you’ll surely get fiercely lectured by the Red Iron Fist residing inside. By the way, I’m already silver rank and still using veteran-level weapons. Isn’t it somewhat inappropriate? Can I custom order from the armory? I’ll provide the materials myself.”

“You could also choose to hand-craft.”

Sister Pomegranate, crossing her arms, said with a pout:

“Or you could find a mechanic among the players to help you make it. I guess the National Armory doesn’t have the production capacity for such private jobs now… By the way, aren’t your parents here? Where are they?”

“They’re at the back, with the newbies.”

Upon hearing this, Little Wei Ming wasn’t happy, and she said fiercely:

“Those two bad guys said they entered the game to take care of me, but look at them. There’s not a trace of taking care of me! They’re stuck together all day long, running around like they’re on a honeymoon in another world.

I feel that maybe in a few months, I’m going to have a little brother or sister.”

“But isn’t that a good thing?”

Sister Pomegranate reached out to pat Little Wei Ming’s head and said softly:

“Haven’t you always wanted your parents to prepare for the future? It seems they’ve already taken the step in the direction you expected.”

“Humph, that’s easy to say, but there’s always something awkward about it in my heart.”

Little Wei Ming flapped her wings and flew up on the spot, looking back at the docking airship. From it, she could faintly hear the graceful sound of music, which meant her dad was playing again.

The elven style of music mixed with orchestral tones indicated an explosion of inspiration for her dad again.

Little Potato pursed her lips, leaned closer to Sister Pomegranate, and whispered:

“Say, what if I’m gone…”

“Shh, don’t say such ominous things.”

“No, no, no, what I mean is, Cement Sister specifically discussed this with me before. She was very subtle about it, but I later thought it through and understood what she was trying to express. If I’m gone, do you think I’ll be resurrected here? I’m Sir Murphy’s first warrior, you know, I should have some privileges, right?

If such a thing really comes to pass, I’ll definitely make myself a real long-legged giant!

Hey, just like you.”

“Hey, let’s go, head back to the airship to prepare for departure. ‘Lady Shui’ wants us to attend a meeting to discuss the next action plan.”

Orchid’s shout in the distance interrupted the conversation between Little Wei Ming and Sister Pomegranate. The girls quickly returned to the airship, ready for the meeting with ‘Lady Shui’. But Little Wei Ming, a notoriously sneaky one, habitually made a detour to the ship’s bar, intending to mix herself a cocktail.

She hummed a song, flying through the cabin with her new gun on her back. As she rounded a corner, she saw Sir Murphy standing not far away by the porthole, gazing down at the city.

Little Wei Ming turned her eyes for a moment, went to the bar, and flew out with two cocktails, approaching Murphy. Then, under his gentle gaze, she handed him the drink.

“Hmm, cocktails, the taste of another world.”

Murphy didn’t refuse his warrior’s goodwill; he chuckled and took the goblet, sniffing under his nose. Amidst the lemon aroma, he asked:

“I heard there’s an old saying from your hometown, ‘No chance hospitality… So, my warrior, are you planning to fish out some secrets from me?”