Seeing that Beiming Changfeng finally couldn't help but ask, Ziyu couldn't help but smile lightly, stretched out his hand, raised the matchlock gun he had been playing with, and aimed it at Beiming Changfeng.
The black muzzle was pointed at Beiming Changfeng's face. Such a move would be a great threat and provocation to Beiming Changfeng. But at this moment, Beiming Changfeng's face showed no expression at all.
Chang, without even looking at Ziyu, he just followed Ziyu's movements, looked up and down at the matchlock gun, frowned and said, "What did you want me to see?"
"Holy shit, young master, you are really my close friend." When Ziyu heard what Beiming Changfeng said, he suddenly put down his gun and looked at Beiming Changfeng with glowing eyes. If it weren't for the matchlock gun in his hand lying between the two of them.
In the meantime, she must have pounced on Beiming Changfeng.
Unexpectedly, with just one movement from her, he understood what she wanted to express to him.
Oh my god, it feels so damn good to have such a connection and understand her so well.
Beiming Changfeng glared at Ziyu's startled look, stretched out his hand to knock the matchlock gun: "Speak quickly."
It's normal to know her.
He doesn't know what his wife thinks or does, so how can he be her husband?
Beiming Changfeng was too lazy to tell Ziyu.
When Ziyu saw that Beiming Changfeng was taking everything for granted, her eyes and mouth couldn't help but smile. Such understanding, certainty, and trust made her so damn happy.
At that moment, Ziyu raised the matchlock gun again with a smile on his face, and pointed the inside of the long barrel made of fine iron to Beiming Changfeng: "Look here, there are obvious traces of friction."
Beiming Changfeng used the sunlight to look at where Ziyu was pointing. Sure enough, there were traces of gunpowder rubbing in the gun barrel.
Frowning, Beiming Changfeng raised his head and looked at Ziyu: "Are you trying to say that this matchlock gun has been used?"
"Smart." Ziyu gave Beiming Changfeng a thumbs up: "This matchlock gun has been used and should be second-hand goods."
"Then?" Beiming Changfeng looked at Ziyu with raised eyebrows.
Ziyu smiled and threw down the matchlock gun in his hand: "If I remember correctly, Persian business is very developed, and Persian merchants are spread in many countries that we don't know about, but they are not good at making firearms, which means that this matchlock gun must be
They bought it from other places, decorated it a little, and sold it to the Rakshasa Kingdom, and they made money on the difference."
"Can't use it?" Beiming Changfeng frowned.
"It can be used." Ziyu shook his hand: "Although it is second-hand, it can be used."
"Since it can be used, do you mean that there is something weird about this place with this matchlock gun?" Beiming Changfeng heard Ziyu say this, his brows moved slightly, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Without saying a word, Ziyu gave Beiming Changfeng a thumbs up again. He was so smart. He guessed the situation in just a few words. The eldest son of her family was simply invincible.
"Yes, the use of firearms only shows that there is a war in that place, so these eliminated firearms are flowing out. Since there is a war, there must be injuries and illnesses. You know more about things on the battlefield than I do, Mr.
What do you think is most needed on the battlefield?" Ziyu looked at Beiming Changfeng with a critical eye.
When Beiming Changfeng saw the question, he almost didn't need to think. He said directly in a deep voice: "Medicine."
The troops were arranged on the battlefield, and the general's personal abilities were reflected. Seeing Beiming Changfeng, Ziyu finally couldn't help but ask. He couldn't help but smile lightly, stretched out his hand, raised the matchlock gun he had been playing with, and aimed at Beiming Changfeng.
The black muzzle was pointed at Beiming Changfeng's face. Such a move would be a great threat and provocation to Beiming Changfeng. But at this moment, Beiming Changfeng's face showed no expression at all.
Chang, without even looking at Ziyu, he just followed Ziyu's movements, looked up and down at the matchlock gun, frowned and said, "What did you want me to see?"
"Holy shit, young master, you are really my close friend." When Ziyu heard what Beiming Changfeng said, he suddenly put down his gun and looked at Beiming Changfeng with glowing eyes. If it weren't for the matchlock gun in his hand lying between the two of them.
In the meantime, she must have pounced on Beiming Changfeng.
Unexpectedly, with just one movement from her, he understood what she wanted to express to him.
Oh my god, it feels so damn good to have such a connection and understand her so well.
Beiming Changfeng glared at Ziyu's startled look, stretched out his hand to knock the matchlock gun: "Speak quickly."
It's normal to know her.
He doesn't know what his wife thinks or does, so how can he be her husband?
Beiming Changfeng was too lazy to tell Ziyu.
When Ziyu saw that Beiming Changfeng was taking everything for granted, her eyes and mouth couldn't help but smile. Such understanding, certainty, and trust made her so damn happy.
At that moment, Ziyu raised the matchlock gun again with a smile on his face, and pointed the inside of the long barrel made of fine iron to Beiming Changfeng: "Look here, there are obvious traces of friction."
Beiming Changfeng used the sunlight to look at where Ziyu was pointing. Sure enough, there were traces of gunpowder rubbing in the gun barrel.
Frowning, Beiming Changfeng raised his head and looked at Ziyu: "Are you trying to say that this matchlock gun has been used?"
"Smart." Ziyu gave Beiming Changfeng a thumbs up: "This matchlock gun has been used and should be second-hand goods."
"Then?" Beiming Changfeng looked at Ziyu with raised eyebrows.
Ziyu smiled and threw down the matchlock gun in his hand: "If I remember correctly, Persian business is very developed, and Persian merchants are spread in many countries that we don't know about, but they are not good at making firearms, which means that this matchlock gun must be
They bought it from other places, decorated it a little, and sold it to the Rakshasa Kingdom, and they made money on the difference."
"Can't use it?" Beiming Changfeng frowned.
"It can be used." Ziyu shook his hand: "Although it is second-hand, it can be used."
"Since it can be used, do you mean that there is something weird about this place with this matchlock gun?" Beiming Changfeng heard Ziyu say this, his brows moved slightly, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Without saying a word, Ziyu gave Beiming Changfeng a thumbs up again. He was so smart. He guessed the situation in just a few words. The eldest son of her family was simply invincible.
"Yes, the use of firearms only shows that there is a war in that place, so these eliminated firearms are flowing out. Since there is a war, there must be injuries and illnesses. You know more about things on the battlefield than I do, Mr.
What do you think is most needed on the battlefield?" Ziyu looked at Beiming Changfeng with a critical eye.
When Beiming Changfeng saw the question, he almost didn't need to think. He said directly in a deep voice: "Medicine."
The formation of troops on the battlefield, the general’s personal abilities,