In the depths of the mountains, several people were staring ahead in excitement, and Wei Ziang was also suppressing his excitement as he stood in the very center.
In his hands was a long, rod-shaped object—a firearm.
After three years of work, he had finally, together with several masters, managed to develop this thing.
Although he had many realistic toy pistols he could take apart, and plenty of information on pistols he could refer to,
the techniques required for these things were not something ordinary people could reproduce by hand.
What's more, what they intended to make was a weapon that could arm the soldiers of the Xuyu Dynasty in large numbers, one that slightly trained craftsmen could all produce.
Over these three years, Wei Ziang had not concealed a single thing; everything he knew or had found out, he shared in full whenever the opportunity was right.
Even so, over these three years they still made mistake after mistake.
