Munitions Empire-Chapter 1020 - : I will get it for him at 942.

Chapter 1020: I will get it for him at 942.

Sometimes things are just that ironic: even though everyone knows Shireck is no longer the Shireck that often opposed the Great Tang Empire, many countries are still willing to purchase Shireck’s products.

It’s as if, by giving their money to Shireck, they are not giving it to the Great Tang Empire; in fact, buying Shireck’s products is essentially purchasing products from the Great Tang Group.

The Dahua Empire also sent a procurement team to visit this expo: they weren’t really planning on buying anything, as they were quite poor themselves.

Nevertheless, they were still willing to come and take a look, to get an understanding of the current direction of weapons development, as well as some technological applications in military hardware.

Fengjiang also sent representatives: they pretended to be very wealthy and bought a lot of military equipment from the Great Tang Empire.

Despite several protests from the ambassador of the Dahua Empire, the Tang Group carried on with their business and sold some military equipment to the Fengjiang rebels.

The excuse was solid: after all, Fengjiang had paid, and as a neutral arms dealer, there was no reason not to deliver, right?

The tension was palpable every time the Fengjiang delegation and the Dahua Empire’s delegation brushed past each other; it became one of the highlights of this expo.

“Selling so many good things in one go, are you sure that’s alright?” Tagg stood in front of the glass window, overlooking the bustling scene below, and asked another Imperial Marshal beside him.

“If His Majesty truly has a kind of super bomb that can destroy cities, then any weapons can be sold, right?” Redman was quite confident, laughing as he said to Marshal Tagg: “No one can resist such an attack; just one city destroyed, and any enemy resistance would instantly collapse.”

“Even so, we must not become complacent in the area of conventional weaponry! We must maintain pressure on the enemy in all aspects.” Tagg solemnly told Redman: “We must relieve His Majesty of his worries! That’s our duty as his subjects!”

“You’re right, but as you’ve also seen, our new 59 Tanks are much stronger than the Panther Tanks, and our new model fighter jets… well, you’ve seen them on Dragon Island before, it’s simply beyond what these commanders from other countries can imagine.”

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Remembering the fighter jet he saw on Dragon Island, which could spew fire from its rear and gape with a huge ferocious mouth in front, Tagg once again gazed down at the people below vying to purchase various arms and suddenly felt pity for these fools who knew nothing.

Watching them scramble to buy the Matricaria Rocket Launchers, Tagg even thought he wanted to laugh: Tang Country had already equipped itself with larger-caliber, more advanced rocket artillery, and had also armed itself with more terrifying ground-to-ground Missiles, yet the people below were still crazily stockpiling Matricaria…

Of course, he held a fondness for the rocket artillery known as Matricaria because the rocket artillery of the Great Tang Empire had always used this type. But now, he no longer favored this small-caliber rocket artillery because he already had access to larger-caliber rocket artillery.

That kind, with diameters well over 122 millimeters, could deliver more explosives at once, and their accuracy was also higher, clearly superior to the Matricaria Rocket Launcher.

And what those people below were purchasing were actually second-hand Katyushas (Matricaria) that the artillery of the Great Tang Empire had phased out.

“Let’s hope our enemies don’t test our patience… otherwise, they will pay a heavy price.” Tagg mused, and then spoke.

Yesterday, before flying with Redman to Linshui, he saw in Chang’an the photographs brought back by the first reconnaissance satellite in the world.

These photos clearly depicted the landscapes and rivers of Qin Country, the Dahua Empire, the Great Tang Empire itself, the Poplar Empire, and the Suthers Empire…

In the past, obtaining such detailed photos and high-precision geographical parameters would have taken decades, requiring the dispatch of thousands of spies, to achieve.

But now, the reconnaissance satellites of the Great Tang Empire had brought back detailed data and images unthinkable in the past in less than one month.

Every city and its surrounding military camps were clearly visible, and the coordinates of every airfield were accurate to about ten meters—this would have been unimaginable in the past.

With the advent of airplanes, the accuracy of maps in various countries was improving: but for the entire planet, due to different measurement precisions and habits, relative locations were not very accurate.

But now, the Great Tang Empire has independently completed the measurement and positioning of all the cities along a certain orbital path, so the Great Tang Empire can draw a map with relatively higher precision.

This is the advantage brought by technological advancement; soon the accuracy of the Great Tang Empire’s ballistic Missiles can be improved to over a hundred meters, and even by leveraging more advanced navigation, the strike precision can be raised to the level of tens of meters.

Such precision is sufficient to attack the Imperial City, and by then the ballistic Missiles of the Great Tang Empire, even without nuclear warheads, will definitely possess enough deterrence.

“If they’re smart enough, they would guess that we have more powerful weapons and equipment,” Redman said with disdain. “But considering their intelligence, they are likely to misjudge the situation.”

“They’ll think we’re just another Shireck who will sell them our most advanced weapons and equipment… They’ll never know how broad His Majesty’s heart is.” As Redman spoke, he turned to look at Tagg: “Do you believe that His Majesty will take back Northern Ridge?”

“Of course! I have no doubt about it! I believe His Majesty will take back Northern Ridge, rebuild it, and turn it into the paradise that Mr. Fisheo dreamed of,” Tagg replied with conviction.

“All the lands where Chinese with black eyes and grey hair reside must be covered by the Dragon Banner of the Great Tang Empire!” Redman laughed: “And those lands that once belonged to us…”

“Will once again belong to us!” Tagg continued Redman’s sentence: “Not just that, any place His Majesty desires, I, Tagg, will acquire it for him!”

“That’s exactly what I wanted to say! I am His Majesty’s sharpest sword, his sturdiest shield! As always!” Redman stated just as firmly.

…

“Bang!” A unique gunshot echoed through the ruins. The sniper rifle specifically used by the Great Tang Empire was entirely different from the G43 rifles provided to the Fengjiang snipers.

This unique gunshot sound brought back unpleasant memories for the nearby soldiers of the Dahua Empire: just ten days ago, under such gunfire, they had lost many comrades.

Through the scope, Cao Fei watched as the Dahua officer he had hit clutching his chest fell at the edge of the rubble. The officer had been shaving here, and as a result, became a target for Cao Fei’s sniper team.

“Hit!” An observer holding binoculars confirmed decisively: “A platoon leader, not a big official… but still good, probably will draw nearby Dahua snipers to us.”

Cao Fei’s position was behind a window, a distance away from the actual window frame. This standard firing posture for snipers wasn’t something anyone would naively adopt and just stand by the window to make themselves an easy target.

Those who poke their gun barrels out of the windows lacked sniping experience; their positions were no different from targets in front of professional shooters.

If the light was just slightly brighter, standing in front of a window or at the edge of a rooftop would make a sniper’s silhouette especially obvious. The enemy could easily locate snipers set up in these places without having to deliberately search.

The correct procedure was to set up the sniper rifle inside the room, as far away from the window as possible. While this meant losing most of the field of vision, it also significantly reduced the area from which one could be seen.

Of course, Cao Fei wouldn’t make such an amateur mistake — he was, after all, a rare sniping ace in the Navy Marine Corps. As he packed up his weapon, he reminded his observer: “Once confirmed, we leave immediately, it’s no longer safe here.”

Putting down his binoculars, the observer agreed: “You’re right, the other side has capable people too, we should be more cautious.”

At this point, he suddenly remembered a few days ago, in the rear hospital, the sight of that Army sniper with a pierced chest.

The enemy sniper was incredibly young; when they brought him into the hospital, they could still see his stomach slightly rising and falling. But soon after, they saw a blood-covered doctor walk out of the room, shaking his head at the young man’s partner waiting outside.

Cao Fei went up to comfort the equally young observer and then inquired about the details of the combat.

The partner was inconsolable but still answered Cao Fei’s questions: They were ambushed by a Dahua sniper, who was very professional and chose a well-hidden spot before opening fire, hitting the Tang Country sniper directly in the chest.

“Are you still thinking about what happened that day?” Cao Fei, carrying his rifle, walked to the door and turned back to look at his partner who was still lost in thought.

His partner snapped out of it and followed Cao Fei’s steps: “Yes, I was thinking about that young man that day; he was only 21 years old when he died.”

“We will avenge him!” Cao Fei walked ahead, avoiding the collapsed hole on the staircase, reaching the first floor.

A few goblin soldiers noticed the human snipers coming down the stairs and hastily stood at attention to salute: who was paying their wages was very clear to them. On the battlefield, they had to show respect to anyone wearing the Great Tang Empire’s special steel helmets.

Moreover, these two snipers were here to help; these goblins had been mercilessly killed by the enemy’s snipers here, and they were helpless, so they could only ask the Tang People for assistance.

“This place is yours now! Don’t expose yourselves too easily; it’s easy to become a target,” Cao Fei reminded these goblins saluting him, and then he left the building ruins that had collapsed beyond recognition.