Quan Yi touched the scalding gun barrel with his hand and glanced down at the scattered casings, feeling incredibly refreshed.
The joy was even comparable to the feeling he had when he obtained the External Spirit Bone.
The machine gun, a veritable weapon of slaughter.
Historically, a fifty-man squad, equipped with four heavy machine guns, repelled an attack by an army of five thousand. In that battle, three thousand of the five thousand soldiers perished under the guns.
With an ultra-long range of over a thousand meters and an ultra-fast firing rate of over six hundred rounds per minute, even Quan Yi's third spirit ability, Scorching Ray, couldn't match its range.
After calming down, Quan Yi inquired about the specific details from Yuan, the blacksmith.
"At this stage, how many machine guns can we produce per day?"
Yuan, the blacksmith, replied, "Without affecting bicycle production, we can produce ten per day."
Quan Yi pondered for a moment, then immediately instructed, "Starting today, immediately start the production line for machine guns and corresponding bullets."
"Yes!" Yuan, the blacksmith, paused and asked Quan Yi, "Young Master, how many should we produce specifically?"
Quan Yi smiled and said, "Let's tentatively produce a thousand machine guns first. As for the corresponding bullets, the more the better. I will use half of the research and development funds to purchase materials.
In a few days, these materials will be continuously transported here."
Upon hearing this, Yuan, the blacksmith, was inwardly shocked. Half of the research and development funds was no small amount.
Their annual research and development funds amounted to over ten million gold spirit coins, so half would be five million gold spirit coins.
Even if expensive materials were used, the cost of a single machine gun would only be around a thousand gold spirit coins.
A thousand machine guns would be about one million gold spirit coins.
As for the bullets, they were even cheaper, costing only about ten copper spirit coins per bullet.
The remaining four million gold spirit coins could be used to create forty billion bullets.
Although Yuan, the blacksmith, didn't quite understand Quan Yi's idea, he still chose to obey Quan Yi's orders.
Yuan, the blacksmith's, attitude of obedience was an important reason why Quan Yi entrusted him with important tasks.
After informing Yuan, the blacksmith, of the future production plan, Quan Yi looked at the machine gun again.
At this moment, a peculiar idea arose in his mind.
Immediately, he asked Yuan, the blacksmith, "Are there any remaining bullets? I want to continue testing the machine gun's performance."
"We still have a few boxes of bullets, about eight thousand in quantity. However, the steel plate used for testing has already been shot through. We can't make a new one for testing in a short time."
While Yuan, the blacksmith, was preparing, Quan Yi had already reached the position of the steel plate.
He witnessed the terrifying power of the machine gun up close.
Quan Yi crouched down and gently stroked the fallen steel plate. The several-centimeter-thick refined steel plate had been pierced by bullets, leaving only uneven holes.
This level of steel plate was several times thicker than the armor worn by soldiers. The fact that the machine gun could penetrate the steel plate meant that it could also penetrate the armor of soldiers.
Quan Yi walked past the first steel plate and towards the second steel plate. Here, it could be seen that some of the bullets had failed to penetrate, leaving only dents.
These were the special marks caused by the bullets that had lost their momentum after passing through the first steel plate.
The remaining perforations were caused by the direct shooting of the bullets after the first steel plate fell.
It was evident that the penetrating power of the bullets was limited. After penetrating one steel plate, the kinetic energy would be greatly reduced.
However, the limitations of a single bullet could be compensated for by a large quantity. Quan Yi was very satisfied with the test results of the machine gun.
Just as Quan Yi was admiring the bullet marks, Yuan, the blacksmith, shouted to Quan Yi from afar, "Young Master, everything is ready."
Quan Yi turned around to walk towards Yuan, the blacksmith, but he suddenly stopped about five hundred meters away.
Under Yuan, the blacksmith's, puzzled gaze, Quan Yi told Yuan, the blacksmith, his suggestion.
He shouted, "Yuan, the blacksmith, set up the gun and shoot at me!"
Yuan, the blacksmith, instantly doubted his ears and said incredulously, "What? Young Master, what are you saying?"
Quan Yi shouted again, "Shoot at me!"
Immediately afterward, the Blazing Sun Gauntlets appeared on Quan Yi's hands, and six spirit rings floated behind him. The powerful aura emanating from him shocked Yuan, the blacksmith, to the core.
Yuan, the blacksmith, swallowed nervously. Under Quan Yi's command, he reluctantly gripped the gun handle.
He shouted loudly at Quan Yi, "Ready..."
"Begin!"
"Tu-tu-tu..."
In the next moment, Yuan, the blacksmith, decisively pulled the trigger, and countless bullets, connected in a line, shot towards Quan Yi.
Quan Yi stared directly at the muzzle. His dynamic vision, after reaching the Soul Emperor level, had reached a terrifying realm.
Quan Yi could barely capture the beautiful initial velocity of the bullet at over seven hundred meters per second.
Not only that, but in order to capture the trajectory of the bullets faster, Quan Yi used his mental power to probe in front of him.
The combination of dynamic vision and mental power allowed Quan Yi to capture the position of every bullet.
However, being able to sense them didn't mean that Quan Yi could dodge them.
At least ten bullets per second were shooting towards Quan Yi. With Quan Yi's physical speed, he couldn't dodge them at all.
Even if he could barely dodge the first few bullets through prediction, Yuan, the blacksmith, could easily catch up with Quan Yi by slightly moving the muzzle.
However, not being able to dodge was not a problem. Quan Yi had never thought about dodging from the beginning.
As the bullets rapidly approached, Quan Yi clenched his hands, and the black spirit ring behind him lit up.
In an instant, a red light surged from under his feet, and a majestic spirit power erupted from Quan Yi's body.
A four-meter-tall giant dragon head rose from the ground.
While rising, the dragon head opened its mouth and swallowed Quan Yi in one gulp.
In the next instant, the fired bullets crashed into the dragon head of the red giant dragon.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
The muffled impact sound echoed in the underground.
The bullets, which could easily penetrate steel plates, were directly deflected when they hit the dragon head, unable to leave any marks on its surface.
Yuan, the blacksmith, saw the red giant dragon swallow Quan Yi in order to protect him, and he instantly understood that this was Quan Yi's spirit ability.
At the same time, after seeing the defensive power of Quan Yi's spirit ability, the heart that had been hanging in his throat finally dropped, and he began to test the machine gun without any scruples.
Standing in the transparent dragon head, Quan Yi was like being wrapped in warm pool water, isolating the external damage.
Looking at the bullets that were being resisted by his sixth spirit ability, Crimson Dragon Descent, he revealed a satisfied smile.
Crimson Dragon Descent, application skill, partial summoning.
By consuming very little spirit power, it could also summon a part of the Crimson Dragon.
Although it was only a part, its strength not only did not weaken, but would instead be strengthened due to condensation.
The bullets that could penetrate steel plates were useless under the defense of the Crimson Dragon.
