Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

One of the bandit leaders in the crowd couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath, clearly quite shocked by the output.

The sect leader licked his lips and pressed for an answer:

How many swords and spears do they have?

And what about armor? Can it be mass-produced?

"able.

The molten iron produced by the blast furnace in a day is enough to make tens of thousands of cutting tools.

As for iron armor, we use a type of armor called bulletproof vest, which is not only lightweight but also stronger than iron armor; even arrows can't penetrate it!

Upon hearing this, the rebel leaders became restless once again.

With thousands of knives every day, plus bulletproof vests that are impervious to blades and bullets, if this fell into their hands, the entire government army in Hezhou wouldn't be enough for them to slaughter.

Someone pointed at the captured rifles and eagerly asked:

"Where did this fire-breathing concealed weapon come from?"

"This is called an M4 rifle."

Each member of the Flying Tigers was armed; they didn't need a fuse, a single pull of the trigger was enough to take a life from a great distance.

Wu Yan, who was listening nearby, almost had his eyes pop out of their sockets, and couldn't help but interject:

"One for each person? How many people were in the Flying Tigers?"

There are about a hundred people now.

There were also machine guns capable of firing hundreds of rounds in rapid succession, but I wasn't in the machine gun squad, so I never got to handle one; I only saw them from afar!

A brief silence fell over the dungeon.

All the rebel leaders were rapidly calculating the same thing in their minds: a hundred or so men, each armed with a rifle capable of killing from dozens of paces away, and a machine gun capable of firing hundreds of rounds in rapid succession.

They had already heard about the power of this spear from Wu Yan; Hong Ling, a second-rate ninth-level peak member of the Hehuan Sect, was taken down by that kind of hidden weapon with a single shot.

If you were to encounter these hundred or so people head-on, let alone hundreds or thousands, even thousands more, you would just be lining up to die.

On the other hand, if they could seize these firearms before the Flying Tigers fully matured, they would have the greatest trump card in this chaotic world.

Suppressing their shock, someone pointed to the seized radio and photovoltaic equipment and asked:

"What is this thing?"

"This is called a radio station, and that's the power supply for the radio station. Lin Mo gave it to our communications class."

After powering on, you can speak into the microphone and the other party will receive your message in real time, no matter how far away they are.

We relied on this to report military intelligence to the county government twice a day, morning and evening.

I heard that Lin Mo also has a third eye, a magical artifact that can fly into the sky.

He could see the entire Cangwu County clearly, and even count the number of guards at the city gates.

He also had an iron boat, which needed neither sails nor oars; it relied entirely on the iron hull turning inside its belly to travel faster on the sea than any sailboat, and a single net of fish could feed the entire county for several days.

Real-time communication, observing the earth from the sky, and iron ships sailing the sea.

Everyone present unconsciously clenched their sleeves.

These things are no longer within the scope of martial arts; they are legendary magical artifacts that only immortals possess. No wonder the people say that Lin Mo is a god!

All the high-ranking rebels exchanged glances, no one spoke, but the greed surging in each of their eyes was clearly visible.

Lianhai County is not a piece of fat meat, but a gold mine.

Any one of the things Lin Mo held in his hand was enough for them to dominate a region.

If they take Lianhai, all these things will belong to them.

Inside the council chamber, a dozen or so high-ranking rebel leaders were arguing heatedly around a long table.

The sect leader of the Hehuan Sect sat at the head of the table, with the Supreme Elder sitting beside him with his eyes closed in meditation, and the other leaders sitting on either side.

Zhao Mazi, the bandit leader of the local uprising in Cangwu, and Sun Desheng, a former commander of the government army who was coerced into surrendering.

Disciples from several sects, including the White Lotus Sect, the Sun Moon Sect, and the Divine Dragon Sect, which were listed as heretical sects by the imperial court, were sent down the mountain for training and each occupied one end of the long table.

They glared at each other, neither willing to give in.

Zhao Mazi was the first to slam his fist on the table, the pockmarks on his face glowing red in the torchlight.

"This Cangwu County was captured by my men at the cost of their lives."

"The three spies in Lianhai County were also discovered by my men. According to the rules of the underworld, I'm entitled to at least 30% of the firearms and equipment Lin Mo has!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Helan Zheng, a disciple of the White Lotus Sect undergoing training, let out a cold laugh, swishing open his folding fan, his tone neither sarcastic nor friendly:

"Master Zhao, your men only discovered the spies in Lianhai County. The sect leader of the Hehuan Sect has already fought with Lin Mo before."

According to you, it was the Hehuan Sect that chose first!

Besides, Zhao only has about a thousand men under his command at most.

"There are a hundred rifles, and you want 30% of them all. Can you handle that?"

Li Shengnan, a disciple of the Sun Moon Sect undergoing training, sat in the corner with her legs crossed, speaking in a nonchalant tone:

"We, the Sun Moon Cult, don't want firearms; we want that blast furnace and the cement formula."

"In the future, building mountain strongholds and forging weapons will be more effective than firearms."

As soon as Li Shengnan finished speaking, a disciple of the Divine Dragon Sect peeked out from the corner:

"Our Divine Dragon Cult only wants that iron ship. Since none of you go to sea, this iron lump is of no use to you!"

As he spoke, he squinted his small eyes, which gleamed with a sharp light, and his face was full of undisguised greed.

Sun Desheng, the former commander of the government troops who had been forced to surrender, had been sitting silently in the corner. When he heard this, he finally couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

He looked at this and then at that, and suddenly felt that the scene was indescribably absurd.

Before they even reached the city walls of Lianhai County, this group had already started arguing heatedly about dividing the spoils.

"Gentlemen,"

He stood up, his voice drowning out the arguing of the crowd.

"You're all right."

But when you get to the bottom of it, don't you think the problem isn't how to divide the points, but whether you can actually win?

Now, the blast furnaces in Lianhai County can produce thousands of swords a day, the cement walls are harder than stone, each member of the Flying Tigers has a rifle that can kill from a great distance, and there is also a radio that can make real-time communication from thousands of miles away.

Have you ever thought about what it means that he dared to entrust such an important thing to three communications soldiers?

This shows that this kind of thing is not a treasure at all in Lianhai County, but is standard equipment!

What does "standard configuration" mean?

While you're fighting tooth and nail over a few rifles, Lin Mo has probably already made a lot more of the things you're scrambling for!

Therefore, I believe we should first find a way to take Lianhai County, and then talk about dividing the land between the two areas!

There was a moment of silence in the council chamber.

The group exchanged glances and agreed that Sun Desheng's words made sense.

Helan Zheng of the White Lotus Sect flicked his fan and spoke:

"Commander Sun is right. We should first discuss how to take Lianhai County."

Lin Mo is a strange and unpredictable person. Even the Hehuan Sect suffered a great loss at his hands. I think it's a bit risky for us to rely on our small force.

"It would be better if we each sent messages back to our sects via carrier pigeon, requesting the sect leader to send more experts. Then we could join forces to attack, which would greatly increase our chances of victory."

"A message sent by carrier pigeon? By the time the sect receives the letter and sends someone over, it'll be too late!"

Zhao Mazi slammed his fist on the table again, disagreeing immediately. He was a local rebel and didn't belong to any particular faction.

No matter how much food Lianhai County has, it can't withstand a pack of hungry wolves pouncing on it and devouring it!

When they finish conquering the city, they'll take all the good stuff because of their numbers, leaving him and his men to starve.