Sinclair grinned at Ansaldo and cracked his knuckles, making a crackling sound.
Ansalda then remembered that there was a group of dwarf troops brought by these people outside, confronting his warriors. He still didn't understand where these dwarves outside the dwarf kingdom came from.
Xiao Chen leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest, "During the last Dwarven Kingdom Throne War, your two princes competed to sell their people as commodities to the Black Dragon Empire in exchange for various weapons, food, and golems.
The four golems you brought today are the result of the transaction at that time. The dwarves you just saw are the descendants of the dwarves who were traded. After they were bought by the Black Dragon Empire, the lucky ones became slaves for making golems, while the unlucky ones had their souls directly sucked out and then turned into golems or even experimental subjects. This kind of hatred is very deep. What do you think they will do if they are given a chance to take revenge on the dwarf nobles?"
"Don't think that you can do anything just because your weapons are powerful. You have in your hands only the descendants of some slaves, how many can they be? You have to face the entire Dwarf Kingdom!" Ansaldo shouted.
Xiao Chen said: "When we fight in the Tower of China, the number of people always increases. How loyal do you think your soldiers are to you? How much do you think the civilians in your city love you? No, they just have no better choice, so they can only be ruled by you. Just like your dwarf sailors just fought with our fleet, if they had a choice, do you think they would be willing to stand on the side of my pneumatic cannons or on the side of your **? Apart from those cannons that can blow up houses, the weapons in my soldiers' hands are also unimaginable to you. Guess who those civilians who are exploited by you every day would be willing to fight with?"
Ansaldo was sweating coldly when he heard what Xiao Chen said. He had never seen how Xiao Chen's dwarf warriors fought, but the long barrels in the hands of these soldiers looked very similar to the destructive weapons on the ship, except that they were slightly smaller. If he fought against this group of warriors, he had no confidence in his soldiers. As for the question of who they were fighting for, he knew very well that the dwarves were no longer the dwarves with a sense of honor before the War of the Two Kings.
In the early years, dwarves would often shout to fight for honor and charge forward with hammers waving. But now, the betrayal, fighting, and purges between the two princes, as well as the various bloody means used by the victors in the past two hundred years to consolidate their rule, have made the dwarves very practical. Few dwarves fight for the Dwarf Kingdom. Those who can fight for their families are true warriors. Most people fight for themselves at most, and there are still many who will probably just flee without fighting.
Such an army would be vulnerable to an enemy with superior strength. Even Ansaldo himself felt a little ashamed. If the dwarves two hundred years ago had encountered the scene at the port today, their first reaction would probably have been to rush up and fight the enemy desperately, right? But now he was sitting in a room "chatting and laughing" with the enemy from half an hour ago.
"What happens after I let you meet with the high priest of the Forge Temple? You will definitely make some noise. Once this rumor gets out, it will cause trouble, trouble that will bring misfortune to my entire family." Ansaldo's words seemed powerless.
"Then... how about I give your family the power to protect itself?" Xiao Chen pointed his hand in the air, and a pneumatic cannon appeared there. "I can trade you a batch of pneumatic cannons, which are the weapons you saw me use to blow up the warehouse. What I sell you is a smaller variety, but even so, the lethality to soldiers and buildings is much stronger than swords."
Ansaldo looked at the pneumatic cannon image spinning in the air and asked excitedly, "Are you telling the truth?"
"Of course, as long as you do this for me, I can establish a long-term cooperation between the Tower of China and your Crowell City. The struggle between the noble families is ultimately a struggle of strength. As long as you can obtain strong enough power, your family will not only be safe, but you may even get more." Xiao Chen tempted.
Ansaldo slowly calmed down, and the enthusiasm in his eyes began to dissipate. He hesitated and said, "It sounds good, but I'm not stupid. I know that from the moment I traded with you, the source of this weapon in my hand was in your hands, right? At that time, as long as I want to maintain my position, I must continue to cooperate with you. Once there is a problem in our cooperation, it will turn from my helper into my noose. I, and my family, are tied to your chariot like this."
"Everything has a price." Xiao Chen did not deny the other party's statement, "But I think cooperating with us is the best path you can choose. It is also the best path you can choose for the dwarf race."
"Please wait for me, this matter is too important and I need to discuss it with some key people." Ansaldo hurriedly left the room.
"Xiao Chen, isn't it a bit hasty for you to sell the pneumatic cannon directly to these guys?" Farrell asked with some concern.
Xiao Chen released a soundproofing magic.
"Uncle Farrell, this is just the first step."
Luo Ling smiled and said, "Uncle Farrell, don't worry. Xiao Chen's gift is not that easy to get."
Xiao Chen nodded and said, "If these guys from the Dwarf Kingdom want to use weapons smoothly, it's useless to just buy them. They also need matching training. You should know how complicated the training process for gunners is. They must invite our instructors at that time. And our instructors will naturally tell those soldiers what the land under the rule of the Tower of China is like. His soldiers will know how our people live, how they live, how our soldiers are treated, and how they are treated. Hehe, you don't know until you compare. Once you compare, you will be shocked. Little by little, the people's hearts will not be determined by these nobles. These guys don't know the power of mass work yet."
Farrell and Sinclair both witnessed how batches of people were transformed by the Chinese Tower, including Farrell's own son and the children of the dwarves in Sinclair's village, who went from being farmers and miners in mountain villages to being staunch warriors against the gods of nature.
The two of them looked at each other, and they couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for Ansaldo's future. (To be continued)