No one would dislike weapons, especially in a place like the grasslands where fighting and killing were common, and even tribes could be destroyed at any moment.
In the grasslands, whoever had guns would have a louder say than the others. In the early years, this was the reason why those large tribes became large tribes. However, the dilapidated guns in the hands of the large tribes could not even be compared to the brand-new weapons in front of them. The quantity of weapons was also incomparable.
Maurice, who was standing behind Rye, took out an automatic rifle from a wooden box and casually aimed it at a rock a 100 meters away. With two shots, the rock shattered into pieces.
“The effective range of this firearm is 400 meters, with a maximum range of 600 meters.” Maurice said, “There are a total of 300 automatic rifles here, 20,000 rounds of ammo, a 1,000 grenades, and two heavy machine guns with an additional 20,000 rounds of ammo. It’s just that we came here in a hurry this time, otherwise we would’ve brought even more with us. We can make another transaction at the same time next month. At that time, we can even get artillery if that’s what you need.”
Rye was secretly shocked when he heard that. As expected, the Panaqua Consortium’s people were far more confident with their promises. They were even planning to transport artillery to the grasslands!
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