However, the fully automatic explosive rifle is different.
This thing completely erases the gap between martial artists and ordinary people.
To put it simply, if a martial artist and an ordinary person both use a fully automatic explosive rifle, there is no difference in the effect!
"Suddenly I realized that all my hard work in cultivation and my desperate efforts to improve my realm had been in vain."
Jiang Wei sighed and said with a melancholy expression.
Night Wind put down the Blazing Rifle in his hand and said with a smile, "How can you say that? Although this kind of weapon can narrow the gap between ordinary people and martial artists, martial artists still have natural advantages in other aspects. Putting everything else aside, martial artists simply live much longer than ordinary people."
"Therefore, based on this alone, the martial arts lineage will not be severed due to the birth of this weapon."
"Moreover, not everyone can obtain or use these weapons. To use them, one must first join the legion of our Silla City."
Hearing Ye Feng say that, Jiang Wei finally felt much better, and the expression on his face softened a bit.
"Have you tested how many burst fire bullets a single spirit stone magazine can fire consecutively?" Night Wind asked.
"Of course it's been tested. One spirit stone magazine can fire eight hundred times in a row!" Luo Qing said without hesitation.
Eight hundred times?
Excellent, very good!
Night Wind was extremely satisfied with this result. After all, most automated weapons in the world only have thirty or sixty bullets. Even with a special magazine, the number of bullets would not exceed that.
The Spirit Stone Magazine can support the Explosive Rifle to fire 800 Explosive Bullets, making the Explosive Rifle completely ahead in this aspect!
The next step involves various other tests.
Two hours passed in the blink of an eye. Ye Feng, Luo Qing, and Luo Lin had tested all the data of the fully automatic Explosive Flame Rifle, and the results greatly satisfied Ye Feng.
Needless to say, Luo Lin and Luo Qing were absolutely thrilled!
Although this new weapon was designed by Yefeng, it was actually made by the two of them.
The thought of creating such a powerful thing made Luo Qing and Luo Lin extremely happy.
"Next, you'll have to work hard to mass-produce this thing," Ye Feng said.
Luo Qing immediately said, "There's no way to manufacture this kind of firearm using the machinery in the steel mill right now; my aunt and I have to make it ourselves."
"Then you should manufacture two hundred of them for Jiang Wei's two-hundred-person squad to use," Ye Feng said with a smile.
Upon hearing the number two hundred, both Rowling and Luo Qing felt dizzy.
You know, they only managed to make three after working all morning. Now they want to make two hundred. How long will that take?
Fortunately, Rowling and Luo Qing already have experience, so the manufacturing process will definitely be much faster than before.
"I'm afraid I'll have to make do with this for now," Ye Feng said.
"You're too kind, Ancestor."
"This is what we should do."
Rowling and Luo Qing reluctantly accepted the task.
In the deep mountains and forests, a young man in tattered clothes was picking mushrooms, carrying a basket woven from rattan.
In the mountains, the most common edible things are mushrooms, followed by various wild fruits.
However, the taste of those wild fruits is hard to describe, and if given a choice, probably no one would want to eat them, so mushrooms are the top priority food source.
However, mushrooms also carry certain risks, as not all mushrooms are suitable for consumption; some mushrooms contain toxins!
The young man's name is Wang Qiang.
Wang Qiang is a refugee who fled Jiangxia City with his sister to live here. Although they joined a refugee settlement, the people in the settlement basically live their own lives.
Therefore, they still have to prepare the food themselves.
Wang Qiang spent the entire morning picking half a basket of various kinds of mushrooms.
So Wang Qiang carried the basket and returned along the same route, and soon arrived at this settlement of refugees.
The refugee settlement was filled with dilapidated tents and makeshift houses built from straw and weeds, a scene of utter destitution.
It won't even keep out the wind, let alone the rain!
Along the way, Wang Qiang met many people, but all the people living in this refugee settlement had lifeless eyes, as if they had lost hope in life and had become soulless, empty shells.
They didn't even glance at Wang Qiang, let alone greet him.
However, some of the food-starved refugees had greedy eyes when they looked at the mushrooms in Wang Qiang's basket.
However, after comparing their own size with Wang Qiang's, the refugees ultimately gave up the idea of robbing him.
Even so, Wang Qiang was extremely nervous.
He held the half-basket of mushrooms tightly in his arms, as if afraid someone would snatch them away, as if what he had bumped into the basket was not mushrooms, but gold.
No, it may be more precious than gold.
After all, these were precious items that allowed them to survive!
After navigating through the refugee settlement, Wang Qiang finally entered a tent.
As soon as he entered the tent, Wang Qiang was overjoyed, because he could clearly see a slightly larger lynx inside.
The lynx was covered in blood and wounds, clearly having fought a fierce struggle before its death.
But it is now a corpse, which means that its fierce struggle could not save its life.
Such a lynx was enough to allow Wang Qiang and his sister Wang Qian to live a life where they could eat meat for several days afterward!
"Sister, is this the prey you hunted?" Wang Qiang asked, looking at Wang Qian who was slumped on the ground.
However, Wang Qian, who had just caught her prey, couldn't smile at all. Her eyes were red, as if she had just cried not long ago.
Moreover, her posture while sitting on the ground was very strange, with her right hand weakly blowing on the ground, and large patches of blood on her sleeve.
"Qiang, I...I can't go hunting anymore..." Wang Qian said, sobbing.
"Why? Sis, are you hurt?"
Wang Qiang immediately dropped the basket he was holding and ran over, squatting down in front of Wang Qian.
Upon closer inspection, Wang Qiang gasped in shock!
Wang Qian's right arm was ripped open with a horrific wound; the flesh was torn and bloody, and the bleeding had not stopped.
"My arm is broken, and this hand is useless... Qiang, I can only rely on you from now on," Wang Qian cried, her face showing despair.
The wilderness is full of dangers; the mountains and forests are home not only to wild animals but also to all sorts of monsters.
For migrants living in the mountains, supporting themselves is already a problem, let alone supporting others.
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