The craftsmen's faces betrayed a "you must be kidding me" expression when they heard about replicating firearms.
"Old Sha, these parts may look simple when disassembled, but they have very high requirements," one said.
"A tiny bit of error, and the bullet will explode in the chamber!"
"As for producing that explosive, even the Empire hasn't figured it out, what makes us think we can?"
Another craftsman pursed his lips, pointing to the helical pattern inside the gun barrel, "Let me tell you, this is called rifling, it has a formula, you have to learn math!"
"Study it well and then teach us."
The mere mention of math sent a chill down Sha Kan'er's spine.
During his idle days, he had indeed heard a bit about math.
After all, being a Level Two expert with a Divine Attribute of 8.8, he had a sharp mind, and primary school material was as simple to him as Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts—a piece of cake!
