My Players Are So Fierce

890: 303.

Great joy, the Transia First National Armory has been established!

890: 303.

Great joy, the Transia First National Armory has been established!

Although Loyal Brother repeatedly emphasized that he could make the “Iron Fist” simply because he had seen such a gadget frequently in certain war games, those in the know, including Murphy, didn’t believe for a second that a war game enthusiast could actually manage to craft such a “primitive rocket launcher” by hand.

Despite this, the “Iron Fist” he had brought out indeed resembled the crude original version that was first created in the City of Berlin during World War II.

Its multi-barrel structure was loaded with the most primitive missiles, which lacked precision and instead relied on quantity to compensate for quality; the rough joints made even the Vampire Lords shift their feet to avoid being injured by a potential explosion.

However, Murphy had no doubt about the destructive power that Loyal Brother’s contraption could unleash.

Seeing Loyal Brother preparing to test fire at the invitation of Maxim and Adel, Murphy subtly took a few more steps back without making a sound.

Right now, he was genuinely afraid that the contraption might blow up, dragging everyone in the vicinity into the aftermath; although given the damage it could inflict, it was unlikely to harm an elite Vampire Lord and his highly capable Servants.

Nevertheless, being cautious at all times is never the wrong choice.

After all, in this world, Murphy really only had one life, and he had to use that life to level up all the way.

So for Murphy at this moment, any unplanned mistakes or accidents were unacceptable.

Although a life of caution might seem cowardly and indeed was cowardly, such a cautious attitude was very sensible for a vampire who couldn’t afford to treat his life as a “battle resource.”

And as it turned out, Loyal Brother’s craftsmanship was quite impressive.

The device’s safety was at least guaranteed by very professional blueprints and the personal involvement of Little Count Shuren in its production.

“Pfft,”

Amidst the billowing smoke, the gadget that resembled an “Iron Fist” shot out of the brass tube and struck the target 30 meters away, then exploded in a dazzling burst of fire that engulfed and set ablaze everything within a large vicinity.

The entire makeshift range was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and Little Sheron took several deep, satisfied breaths before provocatively looking over at Lady Adel.

Murphy, the mature intelligence officer both physically and psychologically, ignored the provocation of the small star pupil.

She seriously assessed the killing power of the so-called “Transia’s Iron Fist” and ultimately had to admit that the weapon indeed had substantial advantages.

“Can it be mass-produced?”

A gleam of something called hope shone in Maxim’s eyes.

As a commander, his desire for this weapon was understandable, but the sad truth was that this gadget was clearly not something that could be whipped up casually.

In fact, under the current circumstances, Loyal Brother absolutely could not produce this thing.

He had only provided the blueprint; the actual production was carried out by Ellen, a bona fide mechanic.

In other words, Transia’s Iron Fist was currently far from being mass-produced.

However, as he was about to speak, Loyal Brother, a man proud of his achievements, took a different turn.

Setting down the slightly hot tube, he craftily responded,

“Yes, it’s possible!

Of course, that’s provided I have access to the right professional manufacturing equipment and production lines, which isn’t something that can be done overnight.

But please allow me to show you another crystallization of the war art from our ‘Another World’ weapons!”

As he said that, he took out another mysterious item from his Psychic package.

It was square and overall arc-shaped, with two pieces of cast iron forming the main body, and on the concave side were inscribed the words “This Side Toward Enemy.”

When Murphy saw this “Another World version” of the Broad Sword, he had no desire to comment any further.

What the heck!

You’re seriously skilled!

If I didn’t know you were a public servant in this field, I’d report you to the authorities myself, roar!

And given Loyal Brother’s excitement at the moment, even if he produced a “Lao Gan Ma” brand machine gun for Murphy in the next second, the Vampire Lord would accept it all calmly.

His thoughts were very straightforward at this moment.

“This professional really lives up to the title.

If it were left to amateur hobbyists, it might take months to produce results, but a professional only took one week with the aid of Shuren’s skills to come up with a finished product.

Ah, having support from high places sure is nice.

Moreover, given Loyal Brother’s age and job position in the real world, it’s quite possible that he’s actually been on the battlefield…”

Murphy watched Loyal Brother, who was passionately explaining to Maxim the mechanics behind the “Anti-infantry landmines,” spraying saliva and lighting up with enthusiasm, and thought with squinted eyes,

“Perhaps, I should give these ‘professionals’ a chance, as they have much higher access to certain ‘forbidden knowledge’ than ordinary people.

If used properly, the Transian region could achieve weapon self-sufficiency way ahead of the planned schedule.

Even light weapons would suffice!

In a world with Spiritual Energy, the limit of firearms is inevitably not very high, but for regular Soldiers to use against the Wolf People who wreak havoc with their numbers, it’s more than enough.

Most importantly, Loyal Brother represents the accumulation of countless experiences and crafts of killing in the kinetic weapons field from another world.

Given enough time and material support, sooner or later he will manage to create a Gatling gun spewing blue flames with a “dada dada” sound.”