The young officer looked disdainful, "Our goods have all been inspected before boarding the ship! They are all the best! It's impossible..."
Before he finished speaking, the box in front of him was opened.
Master Que took out a wooden gun painted black.
"Look! Is this the best firearm?" Que Ling put the tip of the gun against his head, "Pop!"
The young officer looked shocked, turned around in confusion, and looked at Master Que.
He looked at the box again, "This is impossible! Impossible!"
"Untie! Untie your hands for me!"
The young officer struggled violently, his eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
Que Ling turned to look at Xiao Yuchen and Wen Jin.
Xiao Yuchen nodded slightly at her.
"Untie them," Que Ling said to the guard.
The guard released the young officer.
He immediately rushed towards the box, "Impossible, this is impossible!"
"Fake! It's still fake! It's all fake! How could this happen?"
After looking at one box, he still couldn't believe it, so he ran to another box.
His men looked at him in surprise and then at the boxes.
They also showed shocked expressions and muttered, "It's impossible...why is this?"
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Wen Jin turned to Xiao Yuchen and whispered, "It seems that they are all kept in the dark."
Xiao Yuchen nodded slightly, "Well... let's see again."
"Why?"
The young officer looked through no more than twenty boxes.
The result was a huge disappointment.
He fell to the ground and raised his hands to ask the sky.
"You! It's you!"
He suddenly got up from the ground, rushed to Que Ling, and reached out to grab Que Ling's collar.
But how could the Imperial Guards on the side allow him to succeed?
The two guards immediately controlled him, "Be honest!"
It seemed that he recognized Que Ling.
Que Ling didn't hide her pretense either.
She sighed, "We fought last night. You should know that we didn't take anything away! As soon as we got on the ship, we were controlled by Tariq! We have been under your nose the whole time!"
"Tariq!" The young officer was startled and turned to look at the crowd escorted off the boat. "Where is Tariq? Have you seen Tariq?"
Everyone shook their heads at him.
"Furthermore, if we have already obtained the real thing, why would we go out to sea to intercept you today?"
Que Ling said, "Wouldn't it be better if we just let you leave with the fake goods and we don't have to pay for the real goods?"
The young officer looked puzzled and felt that what Que Ling said seemed reasonable.
"Could it be... Tariq?"
Que Ling pointed at his group of men, "Before Jeffrey and Taylor come back, if you can provide some clues, you will be a meritorious person. You will also gain more benefits for your men."
"If you can't, then we'll wait until Jeffrey and Tyler come back to talk."
"Are they really... still alive?" the young officer asked in surprise.
Que Ling raised her eyebrows, "Who told you that they were dead? Tarik?"
The young officer took a deep breath and said nothing, but his expression clearly meant this.
"It seems that he is fooling us, and he is also fooling you! This is a good trick he played!" Que Ling pointed to the goods being lifted off the ship.
The young officer thought for a moment and nodded heavily, "I will cooperate with you! I will tell you everything I know! And, I also want to know what is going on!"
The junior officer's men were put under guard and followed Liang Jun in sorting guns and ammunition.
In the end, they discovered that only 10% of the guns and ammunition were real, and the remaining 90% were fake.
Not only Liang Jun was shocked.
The Wunan people were even more shocked than they were.
They were even scared and had chills running down their spines... This is not difficult to understand.
Their confidence is based on these guns and ammunition. They firmly believe that the power of weapons can make them invincible.
But now they suddenly discovered that the weapons were fake, and their confidence naturally collapsed.
The young officer followed Mr. Que to the interrogation place.
There was a secretary on the side who was writing down the conversation between the two so that he could review it and find out anything useful.
"Where do you get all the gunpowder for your muskets and artillery?" Que Ling asked.
"Tariq," the young officer said, "Tariq has a factory. He first recruited the Taoist priests who went with you and stayed with us!"
"Tariq said that those Taoist priests knew how to make alchemy, and during the process, they discovered the formula for gunpowder. He thought of applying this formula to weapons!"
Que Ling narrowed her eyes.
Wen Jin, who was listening outside, was shocked all over.
"What?" Xiao Yuchen noticed something strange about her.
Wen Jin frowned and said, "What a coincidence, isn't it?"
This is how gunpowder in history was invented.
But... this is another time and space! The same invention process sounded to her like a man-made coincidence.
As if it was deliberately done to be historically accurate?
Could it be that... there is another time traveler in Wunan Kingdom?
A time traveler from the same time and space as her? Was it the time traveler who invented gunpowder?
Wen Jin's face was stunned, his heartbeat accelerated for a moment, and his mouth became dry... Is this the feeling of "meeting an old friend in a foreign land"?
Why is she a little nervous?
"Tariq's factory? In other words, these firearms all belong to Tariq? Is Tariq your boss?" Que Ling asked.
"No, no," the young officer shook his head, "Tariq has firearms, but he doesn't have a boat. The fleet belongs to Taylor and Jeffrey!"
"Tariq sold the firearms to Tyler and Jeffrey, took their boat, and went to sea to sell them!"
Que Ling frowned, "Isn't this weird?"
The young officer looked at her, "What's so strange?"
Que Ling said, "Taylor and Jeffrey are nobles with status in the Wunan Kingdom. They have firearms. Why don't they occupy the Wunan Kingdom and become emperors? Why do they travel thousands of miles to the Tianlong Continent? It's a tough nut to crack. bone?"
The young officer said, "This is an oracle! Tariq is the high priest. He said this is the instructions of the gods and we must do this!"
"What if you don't do this?" Que Ling frowned.
The young officer looked frightened, "Then he will die miserably, and the whole family will die! Maybe he will be swallowed up by the fire of hell, or bitten to death by a poisonous snake, or some other terrible way to die!"
Que Ling curled her lips and said, "It's so miserable."
Seeing her contempt, the young officer immediately slapped the table and shouted, "It's true! We must fear God!"
Que Ling also slapped the table, "Sit down! Calm down! You are a prisoner now, a prisoner! I didn't talk to you about gods... Wait, let's talk about your gods!"
"You said Tariq is the high priest? But I think you don't respect him very much?"
Que Ling thought of the young officer's attitude towards Tariq on the big ship last night.
"What I fear is the gods, not Tariq! Tariq is just the high priest, he is not a god! But he is arrogant and thinks that he is equal to the gods! Such arrogant people will definitely be punished by the gods. Punishment!" the young officer said sternly.
Que Ling tapped her fingers on the table, looking at his enthusiastic look, she couldn't help but feel a little headache.
"Tariq sold these things to Jeffrey and Taylor, and said that according to the instructions of God, you should sell the firearms to Tianlong Continent... so you came?" Que Ling asked, "Don't you all doubt it? He? Doesn’t he also inspect the goods? "
