As for the Qingyang people.

They are not only the workers of the Wanhao tribe, but also the vassal army of the Wanhao tribe.

on the other hand.

In exchange.

The Wanhao Clan will provide protection for the Qingyang Clan, especially the top level combat power of the God Emperor and God Sovereign, thus allowing more Qingyang people to survive.

That's very fair!

Cheng Han snorted proudly: "More than a year ago, I randomly placed a chess piece, which will play a huge role in changing the situation of the battle in the future."

*

A few more hours passed.

The Wujiang general who became a "street runner" once again changed his identity as "Bai Cang" and successfully got into the magic gun assembly factory.

This factory covers a very large area, with thirty assembly lines and more than 8,000 employees.

All produced and processed parts are sent to the assembly factory, where they are then assembled into different models of magic guns.

A total of eight assembly factories like this have been established in Shuguang City.

until now.

The daily production capacity of these eight factories, that is, the number of magic guns assembled every day, adds up to more than 56,000 pieces.

Just as God would have predicted.

This is just a lower load production state.

If there are enough parts and components and the assembly plant can produce continuously throughout the day, it will not be difficult to increase the maximum daily production capacity to one million.

at this time.

Wu Jing Shen Jiang was standing at a work station, wearing white gloves and holding a tool, concentrating on assembling the parts.

The job he is responsible for is very simple - driving screws.

The general had no idea that a voyeur was spying on him, and exclaimed loudly, "The generals have started screwing, the world has really changed."

Wu Jing Shen Jiang didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but he was quite happy doing it. After all, this was the first time in his life that he was driving screws.

He also took the time to comment: "This thing is well designed and easy to assemble. It is also easy to repair if something breaks down on the battlefield."

Another hour passed.

The production line was stopped for a quarter of an hour.

This is the factory-mandated rest time.

Wu Jing Shen Jiang took this opportunity to leave the workshop and returned the workstation to the replaced worker.

He himself went to the next observation location - the weapons testing site.

Follow the rules of Dawn City.

Every magic gun produced must be tested with live ammunition.

Only after the shooting results are qualified can they be allowed to leave the factory, and then either be transported to various legions or sent to weapons reserve warehouses.

If it is not qualified, then the factory's quality personnel will definitely be in trouble.

This "quality traceability" mechanism ensures that the factory can ensure the quality of weapons and prevent the flow of substandard weapons.

Wu Jing Shen Jiang used the "brainwashing" method as usual and transformed into a weapons tester.

He first watched for a while, quickly learned the test method, and then stood on the test stand in a decent manner, wearing various protective gear.

"Next one!"

Wu Jing Shen Jiang pretended to shout.

A magic gun was immediately handed over.

The god general took the magic gun, quickly opened the magazine, inserted a magic pill, and closed the magazine with a click.

He raised the magic gun with both hands, completed the aiming action in an instant, and shouted: "I'm going to fire."

The people next to me immediately backed away.

It's not that I'm afraid of an accident, it's just that I dislike being too noisy.

"boom!"

Just heard a loud bang.

The magic pill instantly jumped out of the barrel of the gun.

The next second.

Fifty meters away.

A small mound of earth exploded, and the sand flew up to a dozen meters away.

Wu Jing Shen Jiang put down his gun with a calm expression and uttered two words: "Qualified!"

In fact, He was quite excited.

Although he only fired one shot, the general had already made one idea clear - Wanhao people need magic guns!

And the second thought - Dawn City is worth investing in!

Then comes the third thought - Wanhao tribe needs Qingyang Realm!

"Next one!"

The second magic gun was handed over.

Also accompanied by a compliment: "The marksmanship you tested was very accurate!"

The people nearby could clearly see that there was a small hole on the surface of the mound, but the magic pill flew into the small hole accurately.

In Dawn City, this kind of design skills deserves to be called a "sharp shooter".

Wu Jing Shen Jiang smiled contentedly.

*

after one day.

Wu Jing Shen will wave even more fiercely.

He sneaked outside Dawn City and mixed into a newly formed magic gun army.

That afternoon.

As a soldier, God first conducted a long-distance training of 100 kilometers.

The specific content of the new legion training is not particularly interesting.

The main thing is to run all the way and train the soldiers' physical fitness, interspersed with many small team tactical drills.

Wu Jing Shen will rate the walkthrough quite highly.

Because after running a hundred kilometers, he roughly understood the tactics of the Demon Gun Corps.

It's not a rigid line-up to kill, but a variety of flexible insertions, encirclements, snipers, raids, etc.

The general also saw that Shuguang City had a large number of very outstanding officers.

At night.

Wu Jing Shen Jiang participated in a large-scale legion exercise, which was also an exercise closer to actual combat.

He saw with his own eyes a new weapon - a mortar gun.

To put it bluntly, it is an extra-large magic gun.

The barrel of the cannon is so thick that it can fit a fist into it.

The magic pill used in this thing is also quite long, about the same length as an adult's forearm.

They also have a name - mortar pellets.

He saw a group of soldiers quickly put down their mortar guns, set them up, and fired several rounds rapidly at a patch of rocks.

"Boom! Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

A series of thunderous explosions.

The area where the projectile fell instantly turned into a fierce sea of ​​​​fire.

Wu Jing Shen Jiang was slightly startled.

Such power is no less powerful than the attacks of Wanhao Clan Xuanshi.

The most noteworthy thing is that this is just something ordinary Qingyang people do.

The god general looked at the sea of ​​fire two kilometers away and muttered with a serious look on his face: "The Wanhao tribe needs Shuguang City!"
Chapter completed!