Gold coins are actually useless to Yang Yifei. The reason why he had to buy gold coins instead of free delivery was because he didn't want the soldiers to treat his arms as cabbage.

These soldiers are different from the troops under his command in the Divine Condor World. The troops under him are his private property and follow him only by orders. If the arms are sent, they are still equivalent to his.

But these warriors are free, and they spontaneously gather to resist the demons and defend the camp. After all, it is for self-protection. Perhaps there are some great righteousness in it. But once the situation is controlled, the devil's disaster is no longer a catastrophe, so they will only fight for themselves.

If arms and ammunition were always provided for free, they would use arms to wipe out the demon territory and make a fortune. They might remember him as a favor, but they would not be able to give him gold coins on their own initiative.

If the supply of ammunition is not available in the future, there may be problems. He is very clear about the allusion of "Shengmien fighting against Mi Qiu".

Although those arms were nothing to him and were nothing to him, he did not owe the soldiers and had no obligation to give them things for free.

And there is no problem with such a clear price-marking transaction. If you have money, buy it, use cold weapons if you don’t have money, and no one owe anyone. This is just a transaction, and there is no human factor. In this way, when they have no money to buy ammunition, they will not have any resentment towards them.

However, this should not happen. With arms in hand, it is not a big problem to wipe out some demon tribes gathered in the villages, and plunder the wealth they plunder.

In the bloody wasteland, there are no demons who can withstand guns. As long as they are not extremely lucky, they will not go bankrupt because of buying bullets.

After getting ready, Yang Yifei stood at the table and shouted: "First, come in!"

As expected, Graff was the first one to come in. He looked at the machine guns on the table, his eyes shining, and he put his purse on the table, saying, "This is 1,000 gold coins, you dot it."

Yang Yifei smiled, waved his hand to put away the bag of gold coins, and said, "No need to order, I can trust you."

After saying that, he pointed to the light machine gun on the table and said, "Please choose whatever you want! A fire god breath is equipped with a box of projectiles, a total of 2,000 pills. If used well, you can kill thousands of demons by one person. In the future, you can buy them with me after using them, 200 10 gold coins."

"Pick it up and wait outside. I'll teach you how to control it later. When you go out, call the next one."

"Okay." Graf happily lifted a big pineapple and a box of bullets and walked out. The box of bullets was only 48 kilograms. With the power of the barbarians, they were simply as light as nothing. They were the only tribe in the world who could compete with the trackers with their physical strength.

After selling a thrust, Yang Yifei waved his hand and released another thrust. He put a total of four or five hundred thrusts in his storage space. This time he only sold 80 thrusts, which had no effect on him.

The second person who came in was still a barbarian. It seemed that these barbarian mercenaries were not poor, but not everyone could take out 1,000 gold coins alone like Graff. Others borrowed some from others, or they simply bought it together.

As soon as the big pineapple was sold, the barbarian bought 5 pieces, and then there were other human warriors.

Most of them are ordinary people, and one team is a mercenary from Lu Gaoyin, that is, Grez's mercenary group. They are good at using long-handled weapons, some Paladins inherited, and know how to defend and attack aura.

These mercenaries are the ones who are rich in wealth. For ordinary people, it may take more than a dozen or even dozens of people to make up the money for a big pineapple.

After 50 machine guns were sold, the weapon on the table turned into an AK74. He had 5,000 storage space, and it would not hurt his body if he sold a thousand or eight hundred. Yang Yifei priced 200 gold coins per shot, and received 1,000 bullets and a tactical vest with the gun.

The 51st person was slightly stunned when he entered the tent. When he saw that the big pineapple was gone, a look of disappointment suddenly appeared on his face.

The 12 of them gathered up 1,000 gold coins and prepared to buy a Vulcan Breath, then went to the nearby village to clear out the Devastation Tribe, and snatched back the wealth they had plundered from them, but they didn't expect that the Vulcan Breath was sold out.

Yang Yifei waved to him and said with a smile: "Brother, don't be disappointed. Although the fire god's breath is gone, the fire elf's wrath is not bad either. Come on, I'll tell you a good talk."

The man subconsciously walked forward and did not easily believe Yang Yifei's words. The fire elf's wrath seemed to be as powerful as the Fire God's breath! He is not an idiot.

Yang Yifei picked up an ak74 and said to the man: "Brother, look, the wrath of this fire elf is much lighter than the fire god's breath, but its power is no less than the fire god's breath."

"The range of the Fire Spirit Breath is 1,000 meters, but the range of the Fire Elf Wrath is 1,350 meters, and the accuracy is much higher than the Fire Spirit Breath. Its only disadvantage is that it does not have the Fire Spirit Breath to load a large amount."

"The Vulcan Breath can hold 200 projectiles at one time, and the Fire Elf Wrath can only hold 30, but it reloads faster, you see."

Yang Yifei said as he removed the magazine from the gun and put another magazine on it, "Look, that's fine."

The man finally became interested, "Its accuracy is really higher than that of the Vulcan breath?"

Yang Yifei said: "That's absolute. This thing is very light and is suitable for us ordinary humans. The breath of the Vulcan is a heavy weapon. Without the power of a barbarian, it is difficult to perfectly control it."

"And you know that although the Vulcan Breath is loading, it consumes a lot! You know, this projectile is also bought for gold coins. The 1,000 projectiles from the Fire Elf Wrath are definitely used for a long time than the 2,000 projectiles from the Vulcan Breath, and they will kill no fewer demons."

"Of course, when encountering a large group of demons, they must be less efficient than the Knight's Breath, but it's cheap!"

"The Fire Elf Wrath only costs 200 gold coins per piece, and comes with a breastplate that is convenient to carry projectiles and has a certain defense. If there are 5 pieces used together, the killing efficiency will be less than very low!"

The man's eyes gradually lit up, only 200 gold coins, so that each of them 12 people could afford it! At that time, each person would not be able to fight against the breath of two fire gods.

"Okay, but I have to discuss it with my companions first. Can you keep 12 pieces for me first?"

Yang Yifei smiled and said, "No problem, please discuss it!"

After the man went out, Yang Yifei didn't call the next one and gave him some time. When he went out empty-handed, everyone else surrounded him and asked what was going on. Then he said Yang Yifei's words.
Chapter completed!