46: Chapter 46 Entering the New World

Yang Fan hadn't expected Emperor Taizong of Tang's mind to work so quickly, even knowing to ask for arrows.

Originally, he had wanted to follow the example of that person from the Apocalypse, but on second thought, he decided to just give him some.

Once he got used to using them, he would sell him bullets at a high price.

He took out two hundred bullets.

"This should be enough. If you run out, come find me again."

Emperor Taizong of Tang took the bullets and tossed them into his space.

With such a divine artifact, he could have someone carry it during an expedition; by keeping the weapon and the ammunition separate, there wouldn't be any risk of it being turned against its Master.

This way, he could quickly crush the opposition while also greatly reducing casualties.

Plus, there was the deterrent effect of the divine artifact...

"Can such a lethal weapon be bought in your world?"

Emperor Taizong of Tang found it hard to imagine if these could be sold freely; it felt as if life would be on the edge of death at every moment.

Yang Fan shook his head.

"They can't be bought in my country, but they can in a place called the Beautiful Country."

Emperor Taizong of Tang nodded.

"Prohibiting them is correct."

"Otherwise, if these things fall into the hands of the Aristocratic Families, they could make whoever they want the Emperor."

"Can my dynasty manufacture the item in my hand?"

Yang Fan nodded; Emperor Taizong of Tang's imperial mindset would not allow the common people to possess such lethal weapons.

"No, the precision of that thing in your hand is extremely high."

"If the precision isn't enough, it's easy for the barrel to explode, injuring yourself."

"Heh."

"You kid just want to sell them to me!"

Emperor Taizong of Tang gave a cold laugh.

"Not exactly. After all, if you started industrializing now, it would take at least a hundred years to produce the gun in your hand."

Yang Fan was only giving a conservative estimate.

After all, the development of an era happens one step at a time; if you jump too fast, you're likely to tear your crotch.

"Fine."

"What other lethal weapons from your era do you have? Bring them out for me to see."

Emperor Taizong of Tang could also feel the difference in materials, and the design of the item was incredibly ingenious.

"How do you know there are more lethal weapons?"

"If both sides possess such weapons, then they no longer have an absolute advantage on the battlefield and cannot dominate it. That's when other things appear."

"Whether it's tactics, strategy, or even more destructive weaponry."

Having fought wars for so many years, Emperor Taizong of Tang knew this truth well; it was exactly how he operated.

"There are some, but they're just ordinary lethal weapons. To you, they'd be considered divine artifacts; killing cavalry would be very simple."

As he spoke, Yang Fan took out a Gatling Gun.

"This gun can fire 900-1000 rounds per minute. You should have heard of the concept of a minute before."

"You can see how powerful this weapon is. Positioned in a narrow spot with sufficient ammunition, no matter how many people come, they're just fodder."

Yang Fan loaded an ammo belt.

He aimed at that pavilion again. Since it had already been ravaged just now, it might as well be the target.

Yang Fan emptied an entire ammo belt directly.

By the time the strafing was over, the pavilion had collapsed.

Emperor Taizong of Tang looked on in a daze.

If such a weapon appeared on the opposite side while he was at war, it would be an absolute disaster for the soldiers; the penetrating power was too strong.

"The long gun you gave me just now seems to counter this weapon."

Yang Fan nodded. He had to admit that Emperor Taizong of Tang's military intuition was incredibly sharp; his title as the Great General of Heavenly Strategy wasn't entirely for show.

"It counters it, but not absolutely."

Emperor Taizong of Tang understood Yang Fan's meaning—that came down to tactics.

"I won't take this weapon for now. Having the weapon in my hand to change the battlefield's landscape is enough."

Emperor Taizong of Tang was actually still afraid that the appearance of too many such weapons that transcended the era would pose a threat to imperial power.

"Mm, then I'm leaving."

Yang Fan noticed that someone had entered the trading space for 'bright sword'.

"Wait, is Xiangcheng doing well?"

"She's fine. I'll bring her along next time I come!"

Yang Fan waved his hand, and the next moment, he appeared in the 'bright sword' trading space.

When Li Yunlong saw Yang Fan, his hand instinctively moved to his gun. At this moment, his appearance wasn't very good; he was covered in grime and dust.

Clearly, he was on a battlefield.

Only after seeing Yang Fan's outfit did he relax.

It wasn't a Little Jap.

"What is this trading space? What is traded here?"

"Anything. Why don't you introduce yourself?"

Yang Fan walked to the stone table in the center and sat down.

"Li Yunlong, Commander of the Independent Regiment."

"Yang Fan."

"Are you still a student?"

"You can think of me as an overseas student."

"Then can you provide me with weapons?"

Li Yunlong directly asked for what he needed. Whether he was a student or not, he didn't care right now.

"I can."

"Bring them over then. I'm currently on the battlefield, and the situation is tense. I'll give you compensation once it's over."

"What kind of compensation will you give me?"

Since it was a trade, how could he not ask for something? Although it was a time of war and there was no money.

But there were definitely antiques; those big landlords' houses were bound to have some.

Although Yang Fan really wanted to support his predecessors for free, he couldn't do that. Otherwise, what if they stopped relying on themselves and always depended on him?

"I don't have much money here, but I can apply to headquarters for some 'little gold fish'."

"No need for gold bars. I can provide you with a large number of weapons; I just want some antiques from the landlords' houses, especially items from the Ming and Qing dynasties."

As he spoke, Yang Fan directly transferred some weapons from his Apocalypse space: 10 Gatling Guns, 20 mortars, 200 Assault Rifle, 200 Submachine Guns, and 1000 high-explosive grenades.

The corresponding ammunition was also very plentiful, all at 10 basic units, with nothing withheld. After all, these were things for killing Japs, so he certainly couldn't be stingy.

Li Yunlong opened the equipment and looked, his mouth watering. It was all good gear. Although he didn't recognize some of it, he knew how to use it as soon as he fumbled with it.

After all, having been on the battlefield for so many years, there was no equipment he couldn't handle.

"Little brother Yang Fan, I won't say thanks. I'm currently fighting the Sakata Regiment. Once I break through, I'll handle what you mentioned immediately!"

Saying this, he started moving the things out.

When Li Yunlong finished moving the equipment and was ready to leave, Yang Fan called out to him.

"Wait, I also want to go to the battlefield to take a look."

Li Yunlong fell silent upon hearing Yang Fan's request.

He definitely didn't want such a big financial backer to go to the battlefield. What if he got hurt?

A backer like this would be treated as a treasure by headquarters; how could he let the other party go to the front lines?

"It's better if you don't go. Guns and cannons have no eyes on the battlefield. Your life is much more precious than mine, a rough mud-leg like me."

"Don't worry, I'll just take a gun and fire a few shots from far away to satisfy my craving."

Yang Fan took out a barrett from his space and held it in his arms.

"This gun of mine has a range of 1800 meters. There won't be any great danger."

Li Yunlong nodded; as long as he didn't charge, it was fine.

"I've never seen this weapon of yours before. Such a big gun must have immense power!"

"Taking out a tank is no problem!"

Yang Fan chuckled. This weapon was originally an anti-materiel sniper rifle; it could easily take out modern light armor, let alone the Little Japs' tin-can tanks.