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Chapter 282 Selling the equipment to them, or was it too cheap?
The image of Fendona faded from Lin Mo's mind, and he began to ponder the information revealed in the letter.
The elves will enchant the weapons that the Great Xia sells to them.
Cubic nitrogen ammunition, when combined with magic, can indeed be several times more powerful!
But doesn't this mean that the same weapon is more powerful in the hands of the elves than in the hands of the Xia soldiers?
And that Tree Man weapon platform.
Tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, and other equipment are secured to a 100-meter-tall tree-man using vines.
Just imagining this scene is incredibly absurd and shocking.
How is this any different from the landing of naval guns on land in the military history of Earth?
No, the difference is huge.
This turret can grow legs and run away on its own!
The modern equipment unique to the Great Xia seems to have been put to a whole new level by these Terran elves.
The more Lin Mo thought about it, the more his brows furrowed.
When he found Zhao Gang, the deputy commander was doing equipment calculations in an armory.
"Brother Zhao."
Lin Mo walked over and repeated the key points of Fendona's letter.
"If elves can enchant weapons, then the Holy Light of the Holy Race can certainly do the same."
"The dwarven rune technology can definitely be applied to equipment as well."
Lin Mo's tone carried a hint of worry.
"We also sold them cubic nitrogen munitions."
"If this continues, and they use our weapons, their combat effectiveness will surpass ours. Won't this create any potential problems in the future?"
After listening, Zhao Gang turned around, a hint of surprise on his face, and smiled faintly:
"What are you worried about?"
"The country's think tanks have already simulated these possibilities countless times."
"Don't even mention that they're more powerful than us because they've enhanced them with magic. Even if they could drive tanks into the sky, it wouldn't matter."
"Don't forget, the production line is in the hands of our Great Xia."
"Do you need us to maintain your weapons and equipment?"
"Do you need us to replenish your ammunition?"
"Would you like us to repair the battle-damaged parts and the broken engines?"
"Even the fuel that powers these machines has to be bought from us."
"Without us, all they have is a pile of expensive scrap metal."
Zhao Gang's words made Lin Mo suddenly realize the truth.
Yes, I only saw the tactical aspect, but I overlooked the deeper industrial lifeline behind it.
This is the true meaning of a dimensional reduction attack.
That makes sense.
Lin Mo felt relieved.
Zhao Gang, however, stroked his chin, his brows furrowed, and muttered to himself.
"But now that you mention it, something comes to mind."
"No wonder I always felt something was off."
Lin Mo asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Zhao Gang pulled up a data report using his tablet.
"You see, the first batch of equipment sold to the Holy Humans and Elves didn't require a lot of fuel."
"Logically speaking, after fighting a war, which consumes a lot of resources, there should be a large increase in fuel purchases afterward."
"But they didn't; they just increased their ammunition orders."
"I estimate that the small amount of diesel I bought will only be enough to keep the vehicle running and charge the battery."
"Now that you mention it, I finally understand why the Elves are having Treants mount tanks and infantry fighting vehicles!"
He looked at Lin Mo, his gaze turning strange.
"The elves have treants as their 'legs'."
"Orcs...they push with their own legs."
"What about the Holy Human Race?"
Lin Mo spoke uncertainly:
"Could it be... that they pushed it too?"
"Their knights are all incredibly strong, and their holy light power is even more mysterious."
"hiss!"
Zhao Gang gasped, then slapped his thigh hard.
"Oh no! It might really be true!"
"They took advantage of the situation!"
Then, with a pained expression, he said:
"No wonder gasoline sales were so bad! Turns out they've all moved on to 'new energy'!"
"We lost out! We sold our equipment to them too cheaply!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Mo's lips twitched slightly.
You agreed on a cost price with someone, but by taking advantage of information asymmetry, you managed to create a trade surplus of four or five times.
You still think it's too cheap?
Doesn't your conscience hurt?
Seeing Zhao Gang's regretful expression, as if he had "missed out on a fortune," Lin Mo could only offer feigned comfort.
"It's alright, Brother Zhao."
"But there are still dwarves, aren't there?"
"With their small builds, even though they're strong, they can't possibly push a tank weighing tens of tons, can they?"
"A pothole on a dirt road could easily cause a person to sink in, legs and all, which is inconvenient."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Gang's expression softened slightly, and he nodded.
He still felt regretful about not being able to sell fuel.
"Well... that's the only way."
"Hopefully, the dwarf brothers will put in some effort and buy more fuel."
He paused, then added,
"Hopefully, they won't pull any more crazy moves."
.......
Deep underground, thousands of kilometers away from the Great Xia Expeditionary Force camp.
Balin Copperhammer is leading more than a hundred of his people in a difficult breakout through the intricate caves.
The ibex beneath them moved steadily and silently in the darkness.
Each dwarf was covered in weapons and equipment made by the Great Xia.
There were automatic rifles, full magazine pouches, strings of grenades, and even individual grenade launchers and rocket launchers.
These modern equipment made their already stocky and short stature appear even more bulky.
"Ah!!" Bahrain sneezed, and although he tried his best to suppress it, it still made a little noise.
He rubbed his nose irritably, wondering who was cursing him.
But without a doubt, it must be those damned demons.
The caves around him were interconnected, and the cave walls showed obvious signs of excavation, clearly a masterpiece of human creation.
The dwarves originally inlaid a special mineral in the cave walls that could emit a faint light.
It can illuminate the dark underground passages so brightly that, while not quite as bright as day, there is no need for torches.
"Shh-"
The scout at the front of the column suddenly gave a signal, and the entire column immediately stopped.
At the corner ahead, the figures of several demon scouts flashed by.
Bahrain's eyes narrowed.
In a battle like this, speed is crucial.
Once the sound spreads, demons from all directions will swarm in like sharks smelling blood, trapping them alive in the narrow passage.
Fortunately, the demon scouts did not spot them and left through the network of passages.
The team cautiously continued to probe forward, afraid of causing any unnecessary disturbance.
However, a team of over a hundred elite demon scouts blocked their way on the only path ahead.
The dwarf in charge of the reconnaissance reported back with a grave expression:
"Commander, there's no way around it; this is the only passage to the mountain city."
"The lowest rank in front is fourth level, and the leader is a fifth-level demon general; they are all elites."
Bahrain's breathing quickened slightly.