Munitions Empire

Chapter 26: 26 versus battle

However, the Left-Wheel Handgun is somewhat different, it's called a Left-Wheel Handgun because the cylinder of this revolver can be detached towards the left from the frame, moved to a more convenient position for reloading, thereby making rapid reloading possible!

With the addition of metallic fixed ammunition, the firing rate of the brand-new Left-Wheel Handgun could completely crush the previous arms and equipment, becoming the new king!

One could say that ever since Tang Mo introduced paper-fixed ammunition, an old era of muskets had begun to decline, and the concept of a new, systematic Individual Self-defense Weapon System started to emerge.

From that point on, the development of firearms included the development of ammunition as well as improvements to the firearms themselves. In fact, they began to diverge into two paths, and only by advancing concurrently on both paths could one design the perfect weapon and thereby achieve superiority in war.

It was also from this time that the manufacturing of individual weapons involved chemistry, materials science, metallurgy, physics, ergonomics... even aesthetic optimization of the exterior appearance, among other disciplines.

Equipping a soldier became easy, while manufacturing the arms for an equipped soldier became complicated. Arms dealers became increasingly important, to the point where they could even hold a nation hostage.

Indeed, Tang Mo was crafting his new "Individual Self-defense Weapon System," which was the world's first real Left-Wheel Handgun!

A type of handgun that could be rapidly reloaded using a speedloader, far more powerful than any weapon before it! He could fire continuously catching the enemy off-guard, and while the foe thought his ammo had run out, he could rapidly reload in a few seconds and once again unleash a torrent of firepower to show the enemy true despair!

Carrying two handguns could achieve something similar, but having two guns on hand was very inconvenient on many occasions.

Moreover, if Tang Mo needed powerful firepower, couldn't he just design a submachine gun for himself later on?

Because Tang Mo had already decided to craft a Left-Wheel Handgun with metallic fixed ammunition for himself, he therefore sold his first-generation revolver as if it were just any other commodity.

Clearly, at this moment, after seeing the mighty power of the revolver, Tagg couldn't imagine that Tang Mo had an even more advanced weapon in hand, so he truly believed that the handgun before him was the best in the world!

Tagg was very pleased with Tang Mo's attitude towards selling weapons, but he still was curiously captivated by the revolver—he really wanted to take a closer look at the excellent weapon he might soon be equipped with.

"Right, Wes!" Tang Mo, smiling, turned to Wes who stood to one side, pretending to be unfathomable, and said, "Remember? I said I'd give you a revolver?"

"Of course!" Wes's eyes lit up instantly; he had coveted that handgun for a long time, and upon hearing Tang Mo bring it up again today, naturally, he became excited.

"It seems that Officer Tagg likes this handgun very much..." Tang Mo said with a smile to Wes, "How about it? Interested in using it as a stake for a game?"

"What kind of game?" Tagg's spirits lifted immediately, looking at Tang Mo excitedly and asking. He really wanted that handgun, very much so!

Wes, seeing the smile on Tang Mo's face, knew that things wouldn't be so simple, and could only offer a bitter smile, "I guess it's nothing good."

"I really want to see just how formidable you Guard are..." Sure enough, Tang Mo glanced at both of them and then said to Wes.

"I knew it." Wes looked at Tagg, sizing up his opponent: "So, you want Tagg to be my opponent?"

Just as Wes thought he had secured the win, Tagg avoided the kick and counterattacked with his elbow, smashing into the back of Wes as he passed by him.

Wes grunted, clearly affected by Tagg's hit. Despite the pain, he quickly turned around to maintain vigilance, watching Tagg holding his stomach.

Tagg, clutching his belly and wielding his longsword, stood shakily opposite Wes. He had wanted to follow up on his advantage with a fierce attack on Wes, but hadn't expected his opponent to remain so agile after being struck.

"Huff... huff..." Wes gasped for air, regulating his breath. The burning pain in his back severely disrupted his breathing rhythm.

Keeping familiar breathing patterns in combat is vital; once the rhythm is lost, it spells the beginning of defeat.

Deeply aware of this, Wes did not rush to attack, even though he knew his opponent was also attempting to recover.

Tagg was also gasping, his belly throbbing painfully. The imprint of Wes's boot on his uniform served to fuel his anger and humiliation.

He knew Wes was a renowned Northern Ridge Ranger, but he hadn't expected him to be this formidable.

In his opinion, the so-called Ranger mercenaries were nothing more than gangsters and riffraff, not fit to be compared with a regular army.

However, the Ranger named Wes had delivered a profound lesson. His agility, ruthless tactics, and unpredictable angles of attack rendered him nearly indefensible.

At this point, Tagg had set aside the notion of sparring, consumed with the desire to measure himself against such a worthy opponent, as the saying goes, "a good chess match comes with a good opponent."

Wes shared the same sentiment — let that damned revolver go to hell! He thought bitterly, "I'm going to teach this guy named Tagg a lesson!"

"Ha!" Tagg made the first move, lifting his longsword and charging at Wes.

"Ha!" Wes, not to be outdone, roared as he brandished his sword to meet the assault.

Their longswords clashed once more, creating sparks that had yet to fade when they drew back their swords and swung at each other again.

Roger, watching from the side, was terrified. This was the first time he had witnessed such a ferocious battle between masters.

Tang Mo, however, watched with great enjoyment, not wanting to miss a single detail as the two men on the training ground entangled once more in an intractable fight.

Finally, Wes seized an opportunity and landed a punch on Tagg's face, smack on his nose.

Tagg, in pain, stumbled back several steps, covering his nose with his hand and furrowing his brow as he stared at Wes.

His hand tightened subconsciously around the hilt of his longsword, and his eyes unwittingly filled with murderous intent. The pain in his nose brought back memories of war, igniting his innate instinct to kill.