"You know about the army of the Great Xia Dynasty?" Murong Chui was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected these blond-haired, blue-eyed Russians to know so much.

Sheffield nodded: "Looking at the whole world, no one can help you except for people like us."

"We have muskets, cannons, and weapons you can't even imagine."

No one can rival us.

"Dong San, quickly have someone serve tea." Murong Chui then glanced at the round bullet holes in the wall.

The two gunshots he just heard had completely shocked him.

Murong Chui invited Sheffield to sit down.

Soon, several maids came up with tea.

"Please, sir." Murong Chui picked up the teacup and presented it to Sheffield.

The two of them held their teacups and took a small sip.

"Sir, are you willing to provide assistance to our Xianbei?"

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have come all this way."

"That's wonderful! Heaven has eyes! It can finally open its eyes and look at us Xianbei."

"We Xianbei people have been bullied terribly by the people of the Great Xia Dynasty." Murong Chui sighed deeply. However, the gloom on his face had been completely wiped away.

"How much are your foreign guns and cannons?"

“No, no, no, we don’t sell these guns and cannons,” Sheffield flatly refused the offer.

"If you're not going to sell, what are you doing here?" Dong San felt that Murong Chui seemed to have been tricked.

"Dong San, shut up and listen to what Mr. Xie has to say."

Dong San quickly and respectfully retreated.

"We can help you fight wars, and we'll charge you according to the scale of the war."

I brought with me a musketeer and artillery unit of ten thousand men.

No matter how advanced the weapons the Great Hero Dynasty has, we can rout them completely. Sheffield took out a cigar, lit it, and puffed away in the room.

Soon, plumes of smoke filled the entire room.

"How much do you get paid for each battle you fight?"

“It depends on how many enemy soldiers we eliminate.” Sheffield exhaled a smoke ring. “Our musketeers and artillery units are paid five million taels of silver per sortie.”

We didn't kill a single person on this mission. You give us two hundred taels of silver.

Dong San: "Your prices are way too high. You're not here to do business, you're here to cause trouble."

"General, do you think my price is too high?"

Murong Chui shook his head: "Alright, we'll go with your price."

However, I still want to see your muskets and cannons.

"If I offer a high enough price, wouldn't you be willing to sell your muskets and cannons?"

Money makes the world go round.

As long as the price is reasonable.

Where can you buy something that you can't?

"If you really want to buy our muskets and cannons, that's fine. But our muskets and cannons are extremely expensive."

"Take me to see your muskets and cannons. As long as they are powerful enough, I'm willing to pay. I'm not afraid to spend money."

Murong Chui and even the entire Xianbei people now face the possibility of national extinction and annihilation.

As long as it can save the Xianbei, spending more money is perfectly reasonable.

Besides, as long as we can beat Jiang Tian.

No matter the cost, it's worth it.

With Jiang Tian's forces wiped out, the 16 kingdoms of the grasslands were no longer a concern for Murong Chui.

At that time, the rulers of the 16 kingdoms of the grasslands will all have to bow down and submit to him, Murong Chui.

Moreover, he could lead his army to conquer the Great Wall and march south.

At that point, he can rob as much money as he wants.

"The Grand Marshal is welcome to see us anytime. Our 10,000-strong foreign-equipped corps is just outside the city."

Murong Chui couldn't wait: "Take me to see it right away."

The group rushed out of the city.

We arrived at a place five miles east of the city.

There were twenty or thirty thousand blond-haired, blue-eyed Russians sitting there, in groups of ten.

Ten muskets were placed together, supporting each other.

In addition, there were more than 200 cannons.

Murong Chui was overjoyed when he saw it.

These muskets and cannons look like high-end products.

It was much better than the crossbows they were equipped with.

When the men saw Sheffield riding up, they immediately stood up.

"Attention!" With a snap, everyone stood ramrod straight.

"At ease..."

"Look ahead..."

"Right face..."

"Report your numbers..."

With each command given...

These Russian musketeers moved in perfect unison.

This made Murong Chui extremely happy.

Murong Chui smiled broadly, his face blooming like a chrysanthemum.

"Warriors, the Grand Marshal of the Xianbei wishes to see your strength."

The Grand Marshal said that as long as you perform well, money won't be a problem.

These Russians have come from afar; they are after money.

These Rakshasa are a group of mercenaries who fight for money.

"Musketeers, show us your skills and let Commander Murong have a good look." Sheffield spoke the Russian language fluently.

Murong Chui couldn't understand a single word.

Soon, more than 200 Russian musketeers raised their guns, with a row of empty liquor bottles hanging 50 meters in front of them.

"Ready...Aim...Fire..." An officer next to him pressed his saber down.

A cacophony of gunshots rang out.

A volley of bullets flew out.

The bottles hanging not far away were all smashed to pieces.

Murong Chui was overjoyed when he saw it.

The guy immediately clapped his hands and said, "Not bad, not bad at all. These soldiers of your Rakshasa Kingdom are simply heavenly soldiers descended to earth."

After the musketeers finished firing, they quickly cleaned the musket barrels.

They poured gunpowder into the barrel, compacted it with tools, and then loaded the bullet.

Soon, they raised their muskets again.

"Aim, men...fire..." With that command, another burst of gunfire rang out.

The gunshots rang out in unison, creating a deafening roar.

A hail of bullets rained down.

The other row of hanging bottles were all smashed to pieces.

Sheffield looked at everyone with satisfaction, then turned to Murong Chui and said, "Grand Marshal, are you satisfied with the men under my command?"

“Satisfied, very satisfied. With you musketeers helping us, those soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty will be no match for us.”

"General Xie, let me witness the power of your artillery."

Sheffield nodded and whistled, "Bring those five cannons over here and let Commander Murong witness the power of our artillery."

With a command from Sheffield.

More than 20 soldiers worked together.

The 20-odd soldiers lined up five cannons and aimed all of them at the distant rocks.

After aiming, clean the breech, and load the gunpowder and shells.

They quickly compacted the shells.