He clasped his fists and said excitedly: "Your Majesty! Lord Fang is right. This artifact has the power to change the situation of war. If we equip the army with it, or raise another spear army, the Beirong cavalry will no longer be a threat to our Dajing!"
Soon after, other military officers also stepped out of the crowd and spoke.
Fang Zheng looked up and felt a little surprised.
Leading the group was General of the Western Expedition, Duke of Dai, Song Hui.
On weekdays, he did not interact much with military officers. After all, there was always an invisible dividing line between civil and military officials. On the one hand, he was afraid of being beaten for speaking badly, and on the other hand, the military officers behaved in a somewhat strange way.
The military attaché was not like the carefree and noisy image he had seen on TV.
Instead, they were all strangely silent, and all looked very thoughtful. They didn't talk much on weekdays and didn't like to talk much.
Since the other person is not talkative, he naturally cannot try to please him/her.
On the contrary, the civil servants were jumping up and down in front of him all day long as if they were injected with chicken blood.
It was beyond Fang Zhengyi's expectation that Duke Dai would be so excited at his age.
Emperor Jing raised his hand and waved gently: "Everyone, stand up! It's just a small scene, why do you have to do this? It's not decent!"
"Fang Qing, how much does a flintlock rifle cost?"
Fang Zheng calmed down and said, "Your Majesty, there is still one thing that has not been shown to you. Why don't you wait until I show it all to you before answering your questions?"
"Okay, I'll do as you say." Emperor Jing nodded and sat down again.
The generals also walked back to their seats with excitement.
Seeing that order had been restored, Fang Zhengyi shouted, "Someone, come here! Pull out the last thing!"
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