The magazine is structurally a runner with a bullet nest. The bullet nest is also a medicine chamber. The runner rotates around the axis. The bullet nests match the extension of the barrel in order, so that they can be fired in sequence. Its name is also derived from

Come here.

"The lethality of this thing is so powerful. If it is mass-produced and mass-produced, wouldn't it become a weapon for those in power to solidify their own rights!! Absolutely not!"

After listening to Qian Duoduo's analysis, Jiasi suddenly remembered that when a senior official of the imperial court was at the Tiancai Exchange, he mentioned that the imperial court purchased a large number of guns made by Fanbang. Now that he thought about it, it should be similar to this.

"Hey, since Boss A is so patriotic, I'll keep this thing for myself!"

"Hey... wait, sister, don't be anxious, we will discuss this matter again!"

Seeing Qian Duoduo preparing to take back the revolver, the Thousand-faced Sand Cat felt as if the money was flying away. He suddenly stood up and waved to Qian Duoduo, then took Jia Si to a corner and murmured in a low voice.

"This matter is of great importance. We cannot harm innocent people for our own selfish desires!"

"What a funny brain you have! When will the ambitions of the superiors change due to such external factors!? The last stupid emperor secluded himself in the country for many years. Our Qing Dynasty may be far behind others. If we don't promote the use of novel objects on a large scale

, do you want those small foreign countries to surpass the past!?"

Seeing Jia Si claiming to be a saint and thinking that a small pistol could influence the political situation, the Thousand Faced Sand Cat directly hit Jia Si on the head with a chestnut, hoping to wake him up.

"Miss Qian, I was just stupid. I hope you can all cooperate happily in the future!"

After being reminded by Thousand-faced Sand Cat, Jia Si suddenly had the idea

The feeling of enlightenment, the too smooth and slow pace of life during this period, almost made me forget the original intention of establishing the "Yunfeng Escort Bureau".

The organization that was originally established to be Zhang Lingyun's strong backing only needs to make the whole "Yunfeng" sign resound throughout the country. The success or failure of other people's peace, happiness, and prosperity of the country is not what he should care about.

Moreover, what the Thousand-faced Sand Cat said is indeed true. This decadent country should inject some new things into it, otherwise those bastards of the Amaterasu Sect would think that they have become the overlords of the people!

"I hope our business can flourish everywhere and become a legendary hegemony well known to everyone in the Qing Dynasty!"

Qian Duoduo habitually stretched his arms into the void. Seeing that he was very cooperative with him, the Thousand-faced Sand Cat also stretched out his arms, showing a relieved smile.

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Inside the towering pavilion built with stone pillars and beams, there is a huge martial arts arena that can accommodate nearly a hundred people practicing together.

The slightly frowned brows of the young man in white clothes slowly relaxed, as if he had figured something out, he nodded slightly, and wisps of invisible energy loomed in his clenched fists.

"drink...…!"

After a brief silence, the young man suddenly opened his eyes and shouted angrily. He waved his fist with bulging veins and slammed it against a giant bluestone next to him.

"Bang...!"

The dull sound of impact spread, and a small circular pit suddenly appeared on the huge bluestone. It contained huge offensive energy, and was directly penetrated by the young man and sent into the bluestone, exploding from the inside.

On the bluestone slab that stood nearly three meters high and one foot thick on the ground, several cracks visible to the naked eye spread in all directions along the depressions. In an instant, the giant bluestone slab turned into fist-sized gravel and scattered on the ground.

"So strong An... Jin!"

Thinking that the boy who was injured frequently two months ago could now show such terrifying destructive power, Mr. Xing was stunned.

"It seems I need more practice!"

The young man in the field was slightly dissatisfied and quickly punched a few times, constantly thinking about more reasonable ways to exercise in his mind so that he could achieve his deepest expectations as soon as possible.

"Xiaohuo, wipe your sweat quickly, you don't have to work so hard!"

Alison took the handkerchief from the slave beside her, walked slowly to Xiao Huo, and raised her hand to help dry the young boy who was full of sunshine.

"Thank you sister Alison, I can do this myself,"

Xiaohuo, who always heard the gossips of his servants, finally understood the meaning of love between men and women after reading many books.

Although he still couldn't figure out the true feelings in his heart and could not refuse Sister Alison's care for him, Xiao Huo still had an innate sense of resistance to such overly intimate actions.

"This is the list that has been drawn up by the countries that will participate in the Battle of the Forbidden City,"

Alison waved her wrist slightly, and Mr. Xing took out a sealed letter from his arms and presented it with very respectful hands, without any hesitation because it was a confidential document.

"This, sister Alison, I...,"

Regarding this competitive battle involving nine countries, because Zhang Lingyun was forced to participate in the competition, Xiao Huo also gradually understood its importance to the future development of the Qing Dynasty and began to pay attention to any news about the competition.

But this important list in front of him is a special existence that Xiao Huo never dared to imagine. After all, knowing the opponent's information in advance is equivalent to opening an extremely powerful cheating device!

"You're welcome. Don't say anything unfamiliar between us. Let's open it and take a look. I'm curious too!"

Alison took the opening knife handed over by the servant, slowly peeled off the copper paint with the royal seal, and took out eight thin cards with completely different characters inside.

"Sister Alison, what is written on this?"

Xiao Huo, who couldn't even recognize a man, looked at the words on the card that looked like ghost drawings. His brows furrowed slightly unconsciously, and he blinked his big watery eyes and looked to the side for help.

"This is a record of the number of people from each country who are on this trip, as well as the approximate composition of the missions sent, among which...,"

Japan: 25,700 people, mainly onmyoji and ninjas participating in the competition.

E Kingdom: 19,900 people. The people participating in the competition are mainly led by supernatural sergeants.

Eagle Country: 12,020 people, mainly mages and guard knights participating in the competition.

Fa Kingdom: 3520 people, led by Indian monks and magicians sent to participate in the competition,

Rose Country: 3,420 people, led by Filipino monks and sorcerers sent to participate in the competition.

Winning country: 900 people. The main participants in the competition are headed by special-powered sergeants.

Ao Hung Kingdom: 394 people. The main participants in the competition are headed by special-powered sergeants.

Italy: 85 people. The main participants in the competition are led by the supernatural sergeant.

"Nearly 60,000 people came to just one competitive match. Are they afraid that people won't be able to see how ambitious they are?"

Listening to Alison read the number of visitors on each card, thinking that Brother Ling Yun was about to face this group of firewood wolves, tigers and leopards, Xiaohuo couldn't help shouting and complaining, completely ignoring Alison's profound knowledge and her

A flash of loss and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"If you go to such great lengths to hold a competition here, I'm afraid the emperor will take advantage of this place and be easy to bully!"

As a member of the royal family, Alison is very familiar with the strategies used by big countries to conquer other weak forces. However, in order to be on the safe side, this group of hunters still want to fully test the resistance of their prey.

If all the forces in Alison's country had not been involved, with the Qing Dynasty becoming increasingly defeated, leaving such a large piece of ownerless cake without a share would only make people feel unworthy of the title of Princess!

"Sister Alison, I want to participate in this competition!"

According to Alison's idea, this group of outsiders who have a common goal are likely to cooperate with each other for their own benefit and be the first to kick out the Qing Dynasty's team.

When the time comes, Zhang Lingyun, who is isolated and helpless, will most likely become a thorn in the eyes of many forces, which deepens Xiaohuo's worries about Zhang Lingyun.

"Little Huo, those people are not good people. The competition must be full of dangers and narrow escapes!"

"Sister Alison, I have made my decision. If you are not willing to help... Xiaohuo will find another way!"

Xiao Huo, who didn't want to force anyone into trouble, turned around and wanted to go back to the side hall where he was to rest, but was blocked by Mr. Xing who hadn't spoken for a long time. After he saluted Alison, he turned around and came to Xiao Huo again, took out an envelope and handed it over.

past.
Chapter completed!