War promotes social progress, and all social changes are ultimately reflected in the form of war.

Zhang Quan had no psychological shadow on the arms trade. In his opinion, the biggest reason why the orcs were behind was that they were backward in war ability, and they were unable to break out the wasteland, defeat humans, and integrate the truly most representative and vital civilization on this planet.

For example, some primitive tribes in the history of the earth started with barbarism and backwardness, and used the killing of golden swords and iron horses as a means to open their minds and open their arms to embrace the world civilization from the Central Plains. Didn’t they evolve successfully in the end? But that price, the disaster, is the terrible regression that the long-term humiliated history and the overall social society appeared.

The news that Zhang Quan was preparing to launch an arms trade spread, and even the orcs of the Base Mountain Tribe were in full swing. Many leaders ran to Zhang Quan to inquire.

"Classman! I heard that the blacksmith shop in our tribe is going to expand, and from now on, they will build armor like the Iron Hammer Tribe?" Look, the understanding of these orcs under his command is really limited. Zhang Quan planned to build a machining factory in the tribe. Why did he become a poor iron shop in the orcs?

However, Zhang Quan also knew that this was purely a matter of understanding. With such a high-end concept in the orcs, there was no such word in their minds.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, in the future, we can also build armor and weapons for our tribe." Zhang Quan himself felt a little awkward when he said this.

"Oh? I heard that everyone has it?" Well, at this time, the hot-tempered Bill Gates became so squeamish?

"Yes, it must be everyone! There is no class gap in my big base mountain tribe!" Zhang Quan seemed to have suddenly grasped some point and suddenly stood up and emphasized loudly, "Whether it is the Taurus Bill, the Doug Centaur, even the skunks and rats, we must treat them equally. In principle, all the tribes will distribute armor. Of course, how to implement it depends on the progress of our blacksmith shop. The priority of combat soldiers is the guiding principle of tribal management. Well, it is the guiding principle!"

However, the orcs under him didn't care about the so-called racial equality issue that Zhang Quan emphasized and attached great importance to. Even the rats who were always at the bottom of the tribe were not interested in the equality that Zhang Quan emphasized. These orcs, who were less than one meter tall, were thin, and shy all day long, were familiar with living at the bottom of society. They were already very satisfied with being able to eat as much as other types of orcs and live in a safe place.

The orcs thought they had obtained the correct letter from Zhang Quan, and they ran out happily. Only Gai Long, who was specifically responsible for this matter, looked sad.

"Class leader, we calculated that each young and strong man in the clan you mentioned has a pair of armor. This is a few thousand pairs of steel armor. It costs at least hundreds of thousands of kilograms of good steel, and it also requires countless manual construction. Our own machinery factory has only a hundred people in total, and even if all the people are on hand, it is impossible to make it day and night.

What's more, it's even more impossible to sell the armor out, as you said.

Steel armor is sold in large quantities as the "fist product" of our tribe. Even the large tribes of Taurus who own tens of thousands of boules dare not think about it. The Taurus people sell weapons and armor only for more than ten or twenty pairs of takeout a year. Take the armor needed by Taurus people as an example. The simplest single-pack breastplate also takes two or three months to make it out.

To be honest, just creating the armor we use in our clan, our machinery factory will have to wait until three to five years to complete the task. What you said is simply not feasible!

"Yes! The patriarch!" Kate also spoke next to him, "Since ancient times, I have heard of selling iron and swords and axes on this wasteland, but I have never heard of selling armor. Which of the armor of our orcs was not saved by our ancestors by their bravery and passed on to their children and grandchildren. If there are dozens of pairs in ordinary tribes, that's great.

Compared to weapons, the armor requires more steel, higher technical requirements, and expensive costs. A pair of armor usually has the value of more than a dozen weapons. Even humans rarely export large amounts of armor to the wasteland. The human kingdom in the Hengduan Mountains still has a ban on our weapons."

I just know that my head is thick and I don’t dare to speak very much when discussing matters:

"Yes, what the patriarch, old Kate and Gallon said makes sense. Moreover, if we don't consider these things, we should not take out the military security issues. If we sell weapons and armor just like this, we will buy them and put them on and come back to beat us. Wouldn't we lose money?"

Zhang Quan was on it with a smile on his face. He kept listening to his subordinates complaining without saying a word, and even solemnly introduced the market on the wasteland to him. He was afraid that Zhang Quan would give the wrong order when he touched his head, causing the orcs in the entire Base Mountain Tribe to suffer a great loss.

It took a long time to finally speak:

"Haha! It seems that everyone is very attentive and cares about the future of the tribe. This is very good. At least it means that everyone has begun to adapt to your job. I am very pleased. This tribe will be expanded in the future. In the future, everyone will need to improve their abilities, increase their initiative, and manage our big family well."

"As for the armor issue, I know what everyone is worried about. Gayron is concerned about the lack of production capacity, while Gays is worried that selling too much weapon armor will arm the tribes around us, and ultimately pose a threat to our tribe's own security, right! That's what it means!"

The orcs below nodded and said yes.

"Actually, the problem is easy to solve. The production capacity matter is not a problem to me. Since I can get a lot of food, I will definitely get a lot of weapons, armor, and the armor matter, and the human weapon ban will not control me at all.

The reason why I want to produce armor and weapons locally is to cultivate and improve our tribe's own productivity.

Gailon, believe it or not, as for the current production capacity of our tribe, I can make it grow hundreds of times in a short period of time. It takes two or three months for a tauren to make a pair of armor. As long as our machinery factory is successfully transformed, I promise that I can make at least a few hundred pairs in a month.

Moreover, the source of steel is by no means a problem, hundreds of thousands of kilograms of smelted steel, haha, what is this? Think about it, I can transport tens of millions of kilograms of iron ore every month, so I can also transport tens of millions of smelted high-quality steel back.

All of this is not a big deal! At that time, we will create hundreds of thousands of armor every month, piled up there like a hill. What can you do if you don’t sell it?”

Zhang Quan's words made these orcs who were listening dumbfounded. No one would have thought that in Zhang Quan, armor production would be done in this way. Hundreds of armor piled up into hills. The sky is still called armor, which is more than the wildebeests like stars on the wasteland!

They never thought that in the eyes of their ancestors, the precious armor that was as precious as life-threatening, was so cheap in Zhang Quan's hands. The cheap ones didn't seem like things that could save lives or rob. They could not think that in the eyes of Zhang Quan in modern society, these tools that were crucial to people in the era of cold weapons were actually consumer goods that would be eliminated at any time.

"As for the military focus, I think it is better to do it. Whoever is good to be with us will sell the weapons and armor to arm it, and let it help us fight. Whoever is not good to be with us will suppress it, not only will it not sell the armor and weapons, but also will let the tribes we have armed to attack and eliminate it.

In this way, over time, who else would stop listening to us?"

At this moment, Zhang Quan didn't know that in the eyes of his orcs, the human faces they were talking seriously, no matter how they looked, they looked like a demon with two horns on their heads.
Chapter completed!