An Arsenal from the Start, and Li Er Calls Me a Crooked Merchant

Li Mo transmigrates to the Tang Dynasty and binds himself to an Arms Supplier System, only to find himself locked in a dilapidated shop deep in the Zhongnan Mountains from the start. A month passes without so much as a ghost in sight. Every day, he can only hurl curses at the System and survive on instant noodles. Then one day, a rich man calling himself “Old Li” shows up with two attendants, his eyes lighting up at the sight of AK-47s and mortars. Li Mo's eyes fill with tears of joy. “You're a real big spender, boss! How about a rocket launcher? Since you're my first customer, I'll give you one percent off!” The corner of “Old Li's” mouth twitches. “This thing... how powerful is it?” “Hey! What kind of question is that? Give a dog a shotgun and it'll usher in a golden age for the Canine Tang Dynasty!” Not long afterward, the Turks invade. Beneath the walls of Chang'an, Li Shimin looks at the mountain of weapons crates beside him and recalls the sly merchant's grin on the shopkeeper's face. He can't help cursing, “My treasury! But as for Jieli Khan... I'll blast him to pieces!”