Wu Heng looked at Qiangzi's blueprints.
The blueprint carrying the machine gun wasn't about mounting the machine gun on the dragon's back, but hanging it underneath the Bone Dragon's belly.
At a slanted angle pointing downwards.
The second picture was of the oil-spraying Flying Dragon, which was drawn quite simplistically, demonstrating flames spewing from its mouth.
"For this oil burner, what if the flames, following the oil pipe, explode? And if the flame is too strong and the bodies are burned to ash, we won't be able to turn them into Skeletons anymore," Wu Heng said.
"What about this machine gun idea then?"
"The machine gun seems fine, but why hang it underneath?"
Qiangzi explained, "Mounted on the dragon's back, the machine gun would have a hard time tilting at a steep angle downwards. Plus, the city has many tall buildings, making it difficult to target Zombies in the streets, so it's more convenient to hang it below."
"How is it controlled?"
