Fang Er's eyes were filled with fighting spirit as he looked at the translator.
"Ask your leader, Abak, if he's willing for this Count to seek justice for him."
"That is, to help you get back that incendiary oil!"
The translator looked at Fang Er in disbelief.
He remained silent.
Fang Er grew impatient.
"Just say it, why are you spacing out?"
The translator finally began to chatter with Abak.
Slowly, Abak's expression changed, and he asked the translator something with a look of confusion.
Then, the translator relayed the message.
"Our leader asks how you can prove that you have the ability to help us recover our goods and people."
"You must understand, the Khitans are a vassal state of the Great Tang."
Fang Er curled his lips.
"Vassal state my ass!"
"Dare to rob my oil, let alone a vassal state, even a tributary state is unacceptable!"
He directly drew his pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger at the ox pulling the cart.
Bang!
Mooooooo!
The old ox let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground. A bullet hole on its head was oozing red and white matter.
"On account of this! And, the King of Goguryeo was killed by this Count!"
"There's also a saying, 'When a general is on campaign, he is not bound by the sovereign's commands!' Ask your leader if he understands the meaning of this phrase."
The translator and the merchants from Suyab were startled by the gunshot.
They looked at the fallen ox, their faces full of disbelief.
"What is that?"
"A magic artifact?"
The translator quickly relayed Fang Er's words to Abak.
Abak's expression changed, and his gaze towards Fang Er was filled with eagerness.
He excitedly said something to the translator.
The translator quickly translated again.
"Esteemed Count, Chief Abak says he believes in your capabilities."
"However, can you sell us some of these weapons you have?"
"We are willing to go back ourselves to recover the goods, and of course, as soon as the goods are recovered, we will deliver them to you, the Count, immediately."
Fang Er smiled disdainfully upon hearing the translator's words.
"Damn it."
"He's got his eye on my pistol!"
"Tell Abak that this kind of weapon is not for sale to outsiders."
"If he truly wishes to recover his goods, please lead the way, and I will personally lead troops to help him recover them."
"Of course, after recovery, I will purchase them at the agreed price."
The translator blinked, waiting for more, but Fang Er stopped speaking.
He could only communicate with Abak again.
After a while, he said to Fang Er.
"Esteemed Count, to be frank, this incendiary oil is not a rare commodity in our country."
"However, it is controlled by others. If the Count is willing to sell us this weapon."
"Chief Abak said that when he returns here from Suyab, he is willing to reduce the price of incendiary oil by half, and there will be as much as you want."
Fang Er's heart stirred.
"This bastard wants to use the pistol to take over the oil mine?"
After thinking about it, it wasn't impossible to sell.
"After all, even with another five hundred years, they wouldn't be able to produce this kind of 'ground fire'."
"Before they can even figure out how to make bullets, the entire Earth might be covered in Dragon banners!"
So he said to the translator.
"If that's the case, then this Count can agree to sell you this weapon."
"By the way, this is called a pistol, and it can kill enemies within a hundred paces."
"Each pistol is fifty taels of silver, and bullets are one tael of silver per round."
"It can hold ten rounds at a time."
After speaking, Fang Er removed the magazine and pulled out a bullet for them to see.
"This is a bullet, you can think of it as a special arrow."
"This price."
"Well, it's just for the patent fee, not a rip-off at all."
The translator was directly stunned by the price Fang Er quoted.
A pistol with bullets would cost sixty taels of silver.
These five carts of incendiary oil could only be exchanged for two pistols and fifty rounds of ammunition?
He exchanged a few words with Abak with a troubled expression, then said to Fang Er.
"Esteemed Count, the price you've quoted is too high. Can you make it a little cheaper?"
Fang Er replied.
"This price is already very fair. Believe me if you don't."
As he spoke, he disassembled the pistol into a pile of parts.
He pointed to the parts and said to the translator.
"Look, these are all made of refined steel. Just this one pistol requires a craftsman a year to make."
"Of course, not including the materials."
Lu Shuang, listening from the side, rolled his eyes.
He had witnessed firsthand what it meant to lie with a straight face.
"Don't you make several of these a day?"
Of course, he didn't dare to expose him to his face.
Anyway, he was swindling these "yellow-haired barbarians."
Abak picked up a curved piece from the parts and looked at it in his palm.
Then he carefully put it back with a look of shock.
His movements suggested he was afraid of damaging it.
This guy was holding a spring!
With this thing, it was estimated that no one except Fang Er could make it at this time!
Even Fang Er himself had taken a lot of effort to make one!
He didn't know how many waste materials he had thrown away!
After all, spring steel had extremely high requirements for carbon content!
After Abak put the spring back, he chattered extensively with the translator.
Then the translator said to Fang Er.
"Esteemed Count, we believe what you said."
"No one where we come from can make such a thing."
"Therefore, we will accept your price. We want ten sets, and two hundred rounds of bullets."