When Tang Mo saw the helmet of the Shen Country's military, he was a bit dumbfounded. He had been in this world for almost seven or eight years, and yet there were still people trying to challenge him in the development of new weapons.
He touched the cold steel helmet with his hand, and its surface wasn't even treated, slightly worn, it would reveal the iron underneath.
That thing was reflective, and on the battlefield, it was almost equivalent to a target indicator, quite effective at attracting the attention of the enemy snipers.
"Others are trying to compete with me in the development of new weapons? Interesting, very interesting," Tang Mo looked left and right, as if admiring a piece of artwork.
"Your Majesty, they are also improving their anti-aircraft guns," Luff reminded his king.
