October 15th, 1674
Belgrade, the Ottoman Empire
Han Billisi held a bunch of round metal balls in his hand. His expression was filled with uncertainty, but anyone who knew him well knew that he was filled with excitement at a single look in his eyes.
"What do you think, my lord, are these bullets acceptable to your cause?" A chubby middle-aged man rubbed his hands and enquired, his whole demeanour appearing extremely sleazy.
Han was already convinced, and the greed in his heart was about to overwhelm him, but he still maintained the last bit of rationality in his mind.
He shook his head and threw the bullets aside, "These bullets won't work."
"Although on the outside they all look the same, how can you fool me with these inferior products?"
"These are clearly defective bullets, where there is no uniformity in them, and I can even feel that some bullets are heavier than the others, even if they look like they are the same size."
