"These weapons... do possess the ability to change the world's landscape."
On a fully armed warship at the Sabaody Archipelago, a middle-aged man with a tattoo on his face looked at a rocket launcher in his hand, his expression solemn.
"Really? I think these weapons are pretty ordinary."
A short man with many tools strapped to his back, wearing goggles, an orange top hat, and a suit, played with an AK47 in his hand, smacking his lips and commenting, "The technology content isn't high.
If I wanted to, I could build a weapon that completely outperforms these firearms."
"But in the time it takes you to build one, they can build a thousand." Monkey D. Dragon, the leader of the Revolutionary Army, put down the weapon in his hand and looked at Lindbergh, the Southern Army commander and the Revolutionary Army's weapons developer, saying seriously,
"The significance of these weapons is not their excellent firepower, but the level of assembly line manufacturing behind them. That Anaheim Company has rich experience and knowledge in assembly line factory operations, and all their military products are standardized."
"This means that the weapons they manufacture are not specialized armaments exclusively for a strong individual. Instead, they are killing tools that everyone can use, even children can handle them with a little training!"
Developing mass-produced weapons on an assembly line and creating a master-level, finely crafted weapon were two different concepts-the former was war; the latter was art.
Dragon's expression was very solemn.
As the general commander of the Revolutionary Army, he had a profound understanding and knowledge of warfare.
Warfare was not something that a single powerful individual could determine the outcome of.
Wars between nations involved the assessment of various aspects: groups, people, soldiers, money, weapons, ammunition, medical supplies, and food.
Why was the World Government not afraid of the Four Emperors? It was because those four so-called emperors of the sea fundamentally did not meet the requirements of a complete country.
Even if the Four Emperors had powerful leaders, capable soldiers, a large amount of plundered money and weapons, and even medical supplies and food, their groups and people were far from comparable to normal countries.
In fact, except for Big Mom's 'Whole Cake Island,' the remaining three emperors of the sea were at most just large pirate fleets.
They were wind, storms, hurricanes that stirred the waves of the sea.
But they were merely hurricanes.
After raising a storm and sweeping across the land, they seemed to leave a mess, but the resilient and sturdy mountains would not be shaken.
The common people, seemingly treated like grass and trampled upon by the strong, were the true masters of this world.
As the leader of the Revolutionary Army, who had instigated revolutions in nearly fifty countries, Dragon deeply understood this principle.
"A beautifully crafted and powerful Supreme Grade Sword is inferior to a thousand ordinary swords."
Dragon stroked the weapons in the box, a fiery light appearing in his eyes.
"As long as we can possess these weapons in large quantities, the rule of those countries and nobles will face a tremendous challenge. That will also be a crucial step in our reform of the world!"
Ants could harm dragons that they could once only look up at.
Even if the ants just managed to bite them, this great breakthrough signified the coming of change.
"But will this Anaheim Company sell weapons to us?"
A beautiful young girl with orange short hair and a soft hat, Koala, a cadre of the Revolutionary Army, worried.
"That's a Warlord!"
The reputation of the Warlord echoed throughout the sea, or rather, their notoriety echoed in every corner of the sea.
The Revolutionary Army could not possibly like pirates.
Compared to the World Government, they might even despise these scoundrels who burned, killed, and plundered without restraint.
Most of the people who joined the Revolutionary Army were people whose families were destroyed by the World Government's persecution, but the direct cause for the majority of them was pirates.
The Great Pirate Era started by Roger could be said to be the direct reason for the birth of the Revolutionary Army.
At least more than half of the people in it had a deep hatred for pirates.
And the Warlord...to put it bluntly, in the eyes of the Revolutionary Army, except for Jinbe and Bartholomew Kuma, and maybe Hawkeye who only sought to perfect his swordsmanship, the rest were basically double-bad, disgusting scoundrels who combined the worst aspects of the World Government.
"He won't sell," Dragon shook his head and said decisively.
"No matter how high we bid, or how much he wants to sell, he cannot supply us with even a single weapon due to the existence of the Five Elders. And relying on simple robbery has no future."
"Then what should we do, Mr. Dragon?" Koala opened her bright eyes, confused.
"You told us to rob this ship and create a diversion for Sabo to kidnap the merchant responsible for selling weapons at the Sabaody Archipelago. But if they insist on not cooperating, what good will kidnapping them do?"
"No, he won't sell us weapons, but that doesn't mean he won't cooperate with us."
A wise light flashed in Dragon's eyes, and he said with confidence, "Since he can cooperate with Germa 66, Dawn Master Poltorto must have great ambitions! This is an opportunity. If we guessed right, the Revolutionary Army will gain a powerful ally! If we guessed wrong, there won't actually be any loss."
Speaking of this, Dragon looked at the Sabaody Archipelago on the horizon, paused, and said seriously, "You all should leave here quickly. The CP0 agents are coming soon. I'll stay here alone."
"Okay, please take care." Koala nodded.
The Revolutionary Army soldiers didn't linger.
They flipped over the side of the ship and jumped into the submarine that was already prepared nearby, submerging and leaving.
"One, two, three... three of them came?" Dragon closed his eyes.
His powerful Observation Haki instantly enveloped the surrounding area for tens of nautical miles.
After detecting the number of enemies, a smile appeared on his slightly ferocious face with the tattoo.
"Today, the Celestial Dragons are going to lose three 'shields' again."
His hands wrapped in green fierce wind, he rose into the air, like the god of wind in a tornado.
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