My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

Chen Mo glanced at it and answered casually.

"This is called a gun."

"gun?"

Li Shimin glanced at it, looking puzzled.

"This object... is short and sharp, without a point or blade, how can it be used for stabbing?"

"This is absolutely not the same spear as any I know!"

"Our Great Ming Dynasty does have firearms,"

Zhu Yuanzhang stroked his chin, squinted at the modern rifles in the soldiers' hands on the screen, and muttered to himself.

"But it's not like that!"

"Our muskets are cumbersome, require a matchlock to light, are slow to fire, and have poor accuracy. This thing... it just looks kind of sinister!"

Seeing their curiosity, Chen Mo continued to explain.

"This is different from the cold weapons you're thinking of. It's called an automatic rifle. It uses... uh, a complex mechanism to fire very small metal bullets that are extremely fast and powerful."

He gestured with his hands to indicate the name.

"Just like that, the person was gone."

"Even if you're wearing armor, it won't work?"

Zhu Di hurriedly asked.

"Of course, armor doesn't protect against that; you need a bulletproof vest."

There's a saying that goes, "A gun is faster from seven paces away, and faster within seven paces..."

Chen Mo looked at everyone.

"The gun is fast and accurate!"

"And it can fire in bursts, unlike artillery systems which are troublesome. You can just change the magazine and keep firing!"

Chen Mo smiled slightly.

"This is just a regular rifle; if it were a heavy machine gun, wow!"

"That thing has several hundred bullets."

"Its firepower is so strong it can even blow through walls!"

Chen Mo thought for a moment and then searched online for a video of heavy machine gun fire.

"Just go for it! Go in and don't make a sound!"

The emperors gasped as they watched the video on Chen Mo's phone.

"Hiss~!"

Ying Zheng looked at Chen Mo with burning eyes.

He grabbed Chen Mo's arm.

"Manager Chen, do you think you can get your hands on such a divine weapon?"

Money is not a problem!

Chen Mo was slightly taken aback, his eyes widened, and he pointed at himself.

"I?"

He then pointed to the screen.

"You want me to do this thing?"

Ying Zheng nodded.

Chen Mo looked both amused and exasperated.

"If I could get my hands on this stuff, I wouldn't be running a hotel here!"

Chen Mo then pointed to the gun on the television.

"This thing is absolutely forbidden here, and it's strictly controlled!!!"

"The level of strictness is even stricter than your armor!"

"If I really had the means to get my hands on this thing, I'd be fucking awesome by now!"

"..."

An awkward but polite silence ensued.

Ying Zheng slowly released his grip on Chen Mo's arm, his face filled with disappointment.

That seems to be the case!

This thing is like armor, how could it possibly end up in the hands of ordinary people?

"Manager Chen! What is this now?"

Just as Ying Zheng was feeling disappointed, Liu Che suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

He pointed at the screen with his finger, his face burning with excitement.

Chen Mo was a little exasperated by his sudden outburst and looked in the direction he was pointing.

On the screen, the torrent of steel continued unabated.

Modern main battle tanks are moving past with unstoppable steel might, their tracks clanging and rumbling.

"This one, oh,"

Chen Mo said casually.

"Call it a tank."

"tank?"

Liu Che repeated himself, his gaze fixed on the steel behemoth, his eyes burning with fervor.

"What...what is that iron pipe? It's so thick!!"

Chen Mo paused.

"That's its main cannon, which is much more powerful than the gun I just mentioned. One shot can blast open the city wall and shatter the army formation."

"Hiss~!"

Everyone gasped in shock, their eyes burning with even more fervor as they stared at the tanks on TV.

Chen Mo pointed to the tanks inside and continued to explain.

"This thing mainly relies on its outer layer of iron armor, which is very thick and can even withstand artillery shells."

"When you got it, it was invincible; nothing could break its defenses!"

Chen Mo then pointed to the tracks below.

"Did you see this?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"With this thing, you don't have to worry about the terrain anymore; even in mountainous areas, it's like walking on flat ground."

"Most importantly, this thing is with regular soldiers!"

Chen Mo gave an example.

"Imagine a battlefield where a whole bunch of tanks are driving towards you. No matter how many arrows or guns you fire, you can't break through their defenses. You can only watch helplessly as they get closer. What would that feel like?"

"Hiss~"

The emperors gasped again.

"That's... despair?"

Liu Ju spoke up.

Chen Mo smiled and nodded.

Liu Che's breathing quickened upon hearing this.

Instantly, images flashed through my mind of the Xiongnu cavalry being crushed like weeds before this steel behemoth, and the royal city walls turning to dust amidst the roar!

This is far more direct and violent than the results he achieved by spending countless amounts of money and supplies and sacrificing the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers!

"Manager Chen!"

Liu Che suddenly grabbed Chen Mo's arm, so excited that he was even incoherent.

"Such national treasures! You might..."

But before he could finish his question, he stopped abruptly.

Because he remembered Chen Mo's answer earlier.

Sure enough, before he could finish asking, Chen Mo rolled his eyes and pointed at the tank above.

"Brother Che! Do I look like the kind of person who could get his hands on something like this?!"

"This is a legitimate national strategic weapon! If only I could get one of these and park it in my yard—"

He pointed to his small hotel with an expression that said, "You think too highly of me."

"Why would I even need to run a hotel?! I'd have been the undisputed ruler long ago... no, I'd have been summoned for questioning long ago!!"

"..."

Liu Che's hand, which had been grasping at empty air, froze in mid-air, a huge sense of loss intertwined with the undeniable rationality.

He reluctantly withdrew his hand, sat back down dejectedly, but his gaze remained glued to the screen, muttering unconsciously to himself.

"If we could obtain this divine object... what would the Xiongnu be worth... what would the Western Regions be worth..."

"This thing is way more exciting than that car!"

"More than that!"

The emperors all sighed with regret.

If we really give them this thing, then we won't care what kind of cavalry or archers they are...

Just drive the tanks and push them sideways!

Zhu Di imagined himself commanding a large number of tanks to sweep across the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, and his mouth almost watered.

When that happens, it will truly be like divine soldiers descending from the heavens!

"Small cyst fungus! What's that?"

Little Sizi pointed her tiny finger at the missile launcher on the screen, which looked like a giant sword pointing towards the sky. She tilted her head back, her big eyes filled with innocent curiosity.

Chen Mo turned his head and glanced at it.

"Oh, this is called an intercontinental ballistic missile!"