“I’ve heard of it!”
Niu Mosheng was a little surprised. He was indeed somewhat coveting the fine wine of the human race, and he had even managed to get a few jars by chance.
But I didn't expect that Ying Wuji would be so generous and even treat me to drink this.
This person is nice.
In the battle of ideas, we will not give in at all.
But in private he is quite generous.
Ying Wuji: "Do you want to drink?"
Bull Demon Saint: "Drink!"
Ying Wuji: "Okay! Shall I get some braised beef as a side dish?"
Bull Demon Saint: “???”
Ying Wuji: “…”
Niu Mosheng: "If you don't eat it, you'll easily get mad cow disease."
Ying Wuji: “…”
If you don't have mad cow disease.
You just ate it, right?
…
Next.
It's still a life-and-death fight for both sides.
The demons had no intention of using military tactics because they knew that these things were invented by humans and they couldn't understand how to use them.
They have the advantage in military strength.
Then maximize the advantages.
If you force yourself to use military tactics, you are likely to get yourself into trouble.
As long as you don't play, the other party can't play either.
Moreover, the seven demon saints have always believed that the metal tube would not last long.
In fact.
It really can't last too long.
This has always been something that Ying Wuji was worried about. In recent years, all the outstanding craftsmen of the human dynasty have been mobilized by Wu Dan to make military equipment. With the brainstorming of all parties, their level has been improved rapidly.
Gunpowder optimization is also ongoing.
But after all, it has only been a dozen years since its inception, and as a time traveler, I have no knowledge reserves except for providing some basic suggestions.
Therefore, no matter how fast this field improves, the progress will be limited.
The production capacity of gunpowder cannot be greater than the number of monsters.
He was just gambling.
It seems that the gunpowder reserves cannot keep up.
Or maybe the monsters’ panic couldn’t be suppressed first.
Because of the so-called demon race.
It's simply a false concept.
There was originally a hunting relationship between their tribes, and the fact that they were able to join forces to attack the Central Plains was an agreement reached at the level of the demon king.
And their casualties were not evenly distributed.
Sooner or later, civil unrest will break out.
When the time comes.
Even if the demon tribe continues to fight, they will abandon this tactic of flooding the area with demons, greatly reducing the pressure on the front line.
There is even a blank period in between.
Buy time for Hua Chao's breakthrough.
At the beginning of the war, there was a fight at all costs.
That's why.
Just hope.
Their internal conflicts broke out earlier.
Otherwise the gunpowder reserves will be depleted.
That would be so embarrassing!
Military aircraft camp.
"Retired?"
Ying Wuji asked.
Nangong Yu nodded: "Retreat! Retreat a hundred miles, should be in a meeting."
"call……"
Ying Wuji breathed a sigh of relief, he finally won this bet.
Nangong Yu glanced at the bandages on his body and said helplessly: "What do you think the demon tribe will do next?"
"How should I know?"
Ying Wuji grinned: "If you force me to guess, I would guess... decapitation operation!"
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