My lord, I have found the blueprints for the ammunition.
Firearm ammunition 50 green one cast iron block.
This blueprint indicated the production of 50 rounds of firearm ammunition utilizing a single cast iron block.
The terms were quite reasonable, lacking a 1:1 consumption ratio.
After purchasing and archiving the blueprint, Fongo proceeded to the warehouse.
White steel firearm, one white steel plate, two white steel ingots, three metal components.
Description: A commonly used weapon by the firearm brigade.
It features a simple manufacturing process enabling large-scale production and assembly.
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The cranium shattering plan.
A total of 40 units were produced.
The hundfold amplification was triggered, resulting in the acquisition of 4,000 white steel firearms.
The firearms appeared in a chaotic heap beside Fong Hao.
Let us send 2,000 of these to the dwarves.
He instructed, "As you wish, my lord.
" The skeletal merchant vanished with the 2,000 white steel firearms, accompanied by an order for delivery.
Funha retained the remaining 24,040 firearms, which he intended to equip to the skeletal archers.
Continuing his work, he crafted an additional 20,000 units of ammunition and 5,000 units of gunpowder to outfit the existing skeletal archers.
At the shooting range, Fongo selected 20 skeletal archers, each grasping a white steel firearm, and they entered a stable aiming position.
Standing still, they aimed their firearms at the straw man target ahead.
Fire.
The resounding blast erupted.
In an instant, the straw man was obliterated, fragments scattering everywhere.
The bullets pierced through the straw man, creating hollow marks on the stone wall behind.
The power was indeed impressive.
Even Fong Ha's finest bow could not shatter the straw man target with such force as to penetrate the stone wall.
This weapon could be considered the most formidable in his arsenal.
With a clatter, the skeletal archers began to reload, slowly filling the barrels with gunpowder before inserting the bullets.
Given the somewhat rigid movements of the skeletons, the process was rather sluggish.
5 minutes to reload and only a fleeting moment to fire.
What is that sound? In the distance, and Jia approached.
Were they mumbling about? She looked curiously at the skeletal archers.
They're reloading.
They can only continue firing once they finish.
Is it really that slow? After battle, how many shots can they fire? Surely no more than two or three.
As they conversed, the skeletal archers completed their reloading and automatically returned to a steady aiming stance.
Fire.
Another round of gunfire rang out with gravel scattering against the surrounding walls.
Not bad, and Jean nodded.
But this reloading speed is indeed a concern.
Battles don't wait for you to reload.
Fungho stroked his chin.
Isnt this an easily solvable issue? How so? produce a 100 firearms for each archer, allowing them to swap out a firearm after each shot.
Indeed, you are remarkably astute, Fongghao praised, giving her a thumbs up.
After testing the power of the firearms, Fong Hao instructed the skeletal archers to return to their posts.
For the time being, he opted to use the high-speed hardwood short bow, a blue tiered weapon with three levels of damage, as the standard armorament for the archers.
The firearms would be equipped once a solution for the reloading dilemma was devised and Xiao went to seek blood hunter while Fong Hao continued to peruse the Lord's book.
Flipping to the crafting page, white steel scale armor, blue three cast iron blocks, two white steel ingots, five white steel plates, five thick tough leather.
Description: A series of armor plates interconnected resembling scales providing protection for the body.
The remaining white steel ingots were fashioned into a magnificent set of white steel scale armor, significantly enhancing the combat prowess of the troops.
Under the opaces of a 100fold amplification, vast quantities of white steel scale armor emerged, filling the surroundings.
Meanwhile, in the frost wind mountains within the cracked skull tribe.
The night was deepening, yet Chief Sar remained attentive to the reports from his subordinates.
The scouts he had dispatched were gradually returning with a wealth of intelligence.
What is the number of the bone dragons? Is the leader of the undead truly a human? Sar inquired with gravity.
Great chief, through our observations over the past few days, the number of bone dragons approaches 100.
And the leader of the undead is indeed a human male, the scout replied.
Over a hundred, Sar murmured, his expression darkening further.
With such a number of bone dragons, the prospect of victory in another confrontation with the Frost Wind Mountains seemed bleak.
When the time came to launch a joint assault with the Bloodthrow Tribe, it would be imperative to devise a strategy for the trolls to engage these bone dragons.
What of our total troop strength? And is it true that the Copper Bull has defected to the undead? Sar Preston, great chief, the intelligence suggests there are several hundred thousand, but the exact figures remain uncertain.
It has been confirmed that the copper bull Tyrock has indeed sworn feelalty to the undead.
The scout reported.
Ah, you traitor among the beastmen.
Sars seethed through gritted teeth.
Great chief, there is more recent information.
The undead have been mobilizing frequently and the copper bull has made several visits to the undead city.
We suspect they may be preparing for an offensive, the scout said, lowering his head and speaking softly.
With a resounding crash, Sar slammed his fist against the armrest, his countenance darkening further.
Such audacity, great chief.
Shall we deploy more scouts? No need.
This information suffices.
Relay the message directly to the Bloodthroat tribe, instructing them to set out at dawn tomorrow and launch an assault on the undead territory, Sar commanded solemnly.
The undead were mobilizing forces, likely preparing to strike the Frost Wind Mountains.
In this scenario, he would become the bull work against the main force of the undead while the trolls would reap the benefits.
Thus, the plan must be expedited.
It was crucial to divert the attention of the undead army towards the trolls.
Yes, great chief.
I shall depart at once.
The scout affirmed, exiting the chamber.
Sar sat in silence for a considerable time, his expression brooding.
Rising, he called out, come forth, great chief, bring forth the women sent by the tribe.
At once, before long, a robust tus female orc entered, her demeanor shy as she gazed upon Sar, consumed by anger.
Sar seized the orc woman into his embrace, tenderly caressing the thick fur on her legs.
In her startled exclamation, he overwhelmed her, seeking solace from the mounting pressure within.
The following day, Fong Ho awoke early from his slumber.
After dawning his attire and descending the stairs, he found air preparing breakfast.
He took a lap around the territory, visiting the Taylor's shop, the blacksmith's forge, the silkworm house, and the Faceless One's cottage along the way.
Confirming that nothing significant has transpired, the House of Faceless has not relayed any intelligence.
Funhao began to suspect whether the other party had merely forgotten about their agreement or if he had been deceived in a partying with his money without any service rendered.
Eventually, he arrived at the entrance of the Merchant Alliance shop and pushed the door open to enter.
Fonggho's merchant alliance operates around the clock.
The skeletal merchant requires no rest, and the affluent remain vigilant day and night.
During idle moments, they engage in conversations with others or partake in a game of dominoes, yet do not require sleep to replenish their energy.
Dominoes, akin to maong, are played using dice, having observed the game twice.
Fong Ho found it rather uninteresting and chose not to delve further into it.
Lord, the wealthy merchant greeted him warmly.
Do you have any new orders? Fongghao inquired, displaying a preference for earning money.
He was eager to accumulate a million battle coins to purchase orange equipment from the merchant allianc's store.
"My lord, there are no new orders," the merchant replied.