Compared to the first-generation weapon shown to Pan Wei, it was worlds apart and incomparable.
While the first-generation weapon did indeed have a significant improvement in power compared to traditional cold weapons, its powerful destructive force was enough to make people tremble at first glance.
However, its shortcomings are also very obvious, like a fatal flaw hidden under a gorgeous exterior.
The range is not accurate enough, and in actual use, there are often large deviations, making it difficult to accurately hit the target.
The reloading speed is as slow as a snail's pace. In the ever-changing and life-or-death battlefield, this is undoubtedly a fatal weakness, often causing the best opportunity to attack to be missed.
Moreover, it is extremely inconvenient to carry, requires a lot of manpower and resources, and seriously affects the mobility and combat efficiency of the army.
For this reason, this first-generation weapon has long been phased out by Chengxiao and has become dust of history.
However, Qin Qianlu cleverly used this point, repackaged it, and turned it into a brilliant means of intimidating the Miao region and subduing the enemy without fighting.
Pan Wei sat alone in the room, the air inside seemed to freeze, and his mind was filled with a jumble of thoughts.
What I have seen and heard in Chengxiao recently is like a vast history book, unfolding and being read page by page in my mind.
He meticulously studied every detail; every conversation, every scene, and the demeanor of every army left a deep imprint on his heart, like a carving knife.
The process of weighing the pros and cons is like a thrilling game, with every thought accompanied by heavy thinking and consideration.
Finally, after a fierce internal struggle, he sighed deeply, as if making a difficult decision. He gritted his teeth and resolved to pretend he knew nothing about the matter.
After all, the changes in the world a hundred years from now are like the unpredictable stars in the vast universe, full of endless unknowns and variables, which are beyond his current control.
That distant future is like a phantom shrouded in mist, seemingly close at hand, yet actually worlds away.
Although he was filled with worry, it felt as if a heavy lead weight was pressing on his heart, and each heartbeat was accompanied by a dull pain.
But all I could do was sigh helplessly, deeply feeling how insignificant and powerless I was in the face of the great wheel of fate.
Like a lone bird struggling to flap its wings against the wind, no matter how hard it struggles, it can hardly change the wind direction.
In his heart, if a hundred years later, the trajectory of fate did not favor Miao territory, and Miao territory still failed to gain the blessing of the mysterious and powerful Golden Silkworm Gu, he believed that...
Perhaps this is fate, predetermined in the dark, and cannot be easily changed by human power.
In Miao legends, the Golden Silkworm Gu is like a mysterious star, carrying the hope for the rise of Miao territory.
But now it seems that everything is being quietly controlled by the threads of fate.
Moreover, even if Miao Jiang were to obtain the Golden Silkworm Gu by chance, given Cheng Xiao's current formidable strength, which is at its zenith...
Whether it's a weapon that gleams coldly, cuts iron like mud, or has an exquisite craftsmanship that is breathtaking.
They were still a well-trained, orderly, and disciplined army, as solid as the Great Wall of Steel.
Compared to them, Miao territory is still like an ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating its own strength. Pan Wei knew this as clearly as a mirror.
Every thought was like a cold iron anchor, sinking heavily into the depths of my heart.
This is something that the Miao King will have to worry about and struggle with a hundred years from now, and at this moment, he is truly powerless to do so.
Like a lone boat against the wind, no matter how lofty its ambitions, it can only be battered by the waves of reality, drifting aimlessly in the vast ocean.
Xinghua stood quietly to the side, her gaze fixed on Pan Wei. She watched as Pan Wei fell into deep thought, and a look of helplessness and bitterness gradually appeared on his face.
Like frost flowers in late autumn, cold and heavy.
Her heart felt as if it were being gently tugged by an invisible thread, a dull ache emanating from it, and she roughly understood Pan Wei's thoughts.
Her heart was filled with mixed emotions, like a jumbled mess of feelings. A surge of resentment welled up inside her like a raging undercurrent.
That resentment burned like fire, only to be mercilessly extinguished by the cold water of reality, leaving behind wisps of smoke lingering in the heart.
However, reality was like an impregnable high wall, cold and heavy, standing in her way.
It made her deeply feel her own insignificance and powerlessness, like a butterfly trapped in a spider web.
No matter how hard they struggle, they cannot break free from the shackles of fate and can only sigh helplessly under the giant wheel of destiny.
Recalling the rich and mellow spiritual energy surrounding Qin Qianluo, it was like the fragrance that permeated the mountains and forests in spring.
Like dewdrops rolling on lotus leaves in the early morning, pure and lively, Xinghua couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret.
If they could use Qin Qianluo's power to refine the Golden Silkworm Gu, perhaps Miao Jiang would have more confidence to contend with Cheng Xiao.
Like a traveler groping forward in the dark, finding a faint but precious glimmer of light, that light, though small, is enough to ignite the flame of hope in one's heart.
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