Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 277 Mechanical Aesthetics
To be honest, if the Mo Men master and disciples really had to use all their means, it would be difficult for four heavy machine guns to break their defense in a short period of time.

A mutant of Zhang Chulan's level can withstand a few bullets from an automatic rifle if he uses all his strength. If it were someone who is better like Xiao Zizai or Hei Guan'er, twenty or thirty bullets would be completely ineffective against them.

What kind of strength does this old man have? He is at least a master of a certain discipline. Although he is a little worse than Wang Yaozu and Si Chong, he is still a master after all.

In addition, he was most proficient in mechanical devices and refining equipment, and did not directly defend against attacks with his body. Those copper-cast and iron-cast magical instruments, when activated, were no less powerful than a one- or two-meter-thick concrete wall.

The old one is very good, and the young one is not inferior. Zhang Xuan, who is recognized as the second best in mechanical arts by Mo Sect, can even surpass his master, the sect leader, except for the secret teachings of the sect leader. Later, he was qualified to swear brotherhood with Wu Gensheng and become one of the thirty-six thieves.

That's no joke. If these two people use their full strength, let alone four heavy machine guns, even eight heavy machine guns will not be able to do anything to them in a short period of time.

But this time it was agreed that only the mechanical arts would be compared, so only the mechanical arts would be compared. Apart from the necessary stimulation, the master and disciple of Mo Sect tacitly did not add any Qi to the mechanical arts, and relied entirely on the stimulation of the mechanical arts themselves.

It's not that the people of Momen are born to be rule-abiding and honest. It's that they know very well that if they don't follow the moral principles and use Qi, the psychopath on the other side will also use Qi.

If He Songling were to use Qigong, their end would be miserable. It would be better for them to kneel down and beg for mercy from the beginning.

All we can say is that under the oppression of violence and power, everyone is full of martial virtues.

Since they were sensible, He Songling did not make things difficult for them. He simply used Qi to turn into ice to continuously cool down the gun barrels so that the four heavy machine guns could continue firing.

But even if neither party uses Qi, the gap in "mechanism" is still huge.

The mechanisms of the Mo Sect were still using the same old methods from hundreds of years ago. Not to mention innovation, they had not even mastered all the secret methods of the mechanisms of the Mo Sect in the past. This was the result of having no inheritance and no scientific theory to guide them.

The mechanisms pushed out by the master and disciple of Mo Men were mostly made of wood, and only a few joints or weak points were connected with steel or some magical tools refined by aliens.

You can imagine how sturdy it is.

Although the heavy machine guns of this era are not as powerful as the Vulcan cannons and carrier-based and aircraft-based machine guns of the 21st century, it is still a waste of resources to use them to attack a frame made of a pile of wood.

It seemed like a continuous stream of flames that would never stop. After less than ten minutes of spraying, all the mechanisms of the Mo Sect's disciples were shattered. Some of the weaker ones were turned directly into slag; some of the ones that used magical instruments and steel structures, although the fragments were large enough, the connections of the mechanisms were destroyed and could only stop working.

"Ah this..."

The master and apprentice of Mo Sect did not expect this ending. They could not defeat others with just the mechanism.

"We can't beat He Songling without using the mechanism, and we still can't beat He Songling after using the mechanism. Then, didn't I learn this mechanism for nothing?"

The head of the Mo Sect seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

"Look, what did I say? Times have changed!" Tian Jinzhong stood on the high wall and spread his hands to the people of Momen: "Take the money. The compensation is 6.5. Don't cheat, otherwise I will shoot you with a heavy machine gun." Don't say it, after Tian Jinzhong learned bad things from He Songling, it really worked.

Many people in the Mo Sect originally thought that if they couldn't afford to offend He Songling, they couldn't afford to offend you. The Tianshi Mansion had been traveling outside for many years, and there were people who were beaten and killed. Zhang Jingqing had never been able to find the murderer and destroy the sect.

I can't even kill someone, let alone owe him a debt?

Those more cunning people in the Mo Sect thought of using some tricks to get the money back after it was handed over. If Tian Jinzhong asked, they would just say they didn't know, and then question him, saying that as a disciple of the Heavenly Master, he couldn't even look after a few dollars, so how could he have the nerve to represent the Heavenly Master's Mansion and go down the mountain.

But as soon as Tian Jinzhong said this, everyone in the Mo Sect, who had seen the power of the heavy machine gun, swallowed their saliva, obediently counted out the dollars and handed them over with both hands, not daring to think of any ulterior motive.

"Oh, that's right!" Tian Jinzhong was very satisfied with collecting the money, and He Songling was also very satisfied:

"I've said it before, when it comes to mechanical devices, you, the Mo Sect, have long been out of date. It's been almost a hundred years since the Westerners developed foreign guns and cannons to open the door to the Qing Dynasty, why are you still acting like you're living in ancient times?"

"This, this is just the lethality. It is not enough to prove that the Westerners' machinery is better than ours." The head of the Mo Sect's eyes were dazed, but Zhang Xuan was still not convinced.

He Songling admired his unyielding spirit of daring to challenge authority and explore the unknown, so he took out something more advanced and shattered his Taoist heart.

"Come on, this is a tank, this is called an airplane, this is a car, this is a train, a steam engine, a machine tool, a railroad track, a blast furnace for ironmaking, a one-piece stamping, a combine harvester, a tractor. This is called engineering drawing."

Although He Songling didn't know much about mechanics, as an undergraduate who had received modern education in his previous life, and because he had a father who was a senior mechanical engineer, he still understood the principles of some common machines.

In his previous life, his father's machinery factory was once ordered to manufacture some parts for the "Shenzhou V". At that time, there was not even CAD, and the production was entirely dependent on the old craftsmen using large computers and manual drawings.

But even so, it was much more advanced than the players from Momen who still used ancient mechanical techniques. He Songling used his memory to draw the patterns on the drawings that his father brought home as waste paper in his previous life, and directly blinded everyone in Momen.

They didn't understand the research results of modern mechanical industry mentioned by He Songling, but they did understand engineering drawings. With just these few drawings, they would not be able to research them even in 500 years with their own research methods.

"Mr. He, has the Western mechanical technology really reached this level?" Zhang Xuan asked with trembling lips.

"That's not the way it should be..."

World War II hasn't even started yet. If you bring the blueprints of the 21st century here, let alone showing them to these people from the Mo Sect, even if you throw them in front of the people who are studying giant mushrooms at the Wangzitun Research Institute, they will be shocked.

"But in short, they are much stronger than you. If Mo Men wants to regain its former glory, it must first conduct systematic learning. Let me tell you, Tiangong Hall is okay, but you, Mo Men, are far behind now."

"What did you say?" The head of the Mo clan, who had already lost his soul and looked like a zombie, suddenly shouted and raised his head.

(End of this chapter)