"It doesn't matter. We don't have these copper bullets anymore. We can use paper bullets. Although the power is smaller, they can still hurt people!" Xiao Cheng raised his hand with a smile and pointed at a man wearing armor a few steps away.

Wooden man, with a click, he pulled down the hammer on the tail of the revolver.

"Don't you need to light a fire?" Xiao Jing didn't see the match rope.

Whether it's an artillery piece or a hand cannon, it can only be fired after a length of match rope hangs down.

"This is the second magical thing about this weapon. It is a flintlock gun and does not need to be ignited!" Xiao Cheng raised his right arm steadily, held the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, and aimed at the fake weapon in front of him.

Jiang Yingxue took a few steps back and covered her ears.

The two-foot-long revolver weighed at least a dozen kilograms.

Accompanied by the sound of Kaba, there was a huge roar, and a plume of green smoke rose up. Xiao Jing saw the second uncle's hand raised slightly. It was obvious that the recoil of this thing was not small, and ten steps away, the man wearing an iron helmet

The wooden man fell down in response.

Xiao Jing was stunned.

"Come, take a look at his power!" He pulled Xiao Jing to the dummy on the ground and squatted down. A small hole was opened in the center of the iron helmet, and the armor did not provide any protection.

After removing the armor, one could see that the bullet was deeply embedded in the wooden man's heart. Xiao Jing believed that if he had stood there alone, he would have died long ago.

Xiao Cheng lifted the dummy up again, took Xiao Jing back ten steps away, and put the revolver into his hand, "Come on, you can try it too!"

Xiao Jing's hands were shaking a little and he couldn't aim at all. With Xiao Cheng's help, he calmed down and pulled the trigger.

The dummy was knocked away again.

"Second uncle, can such a weapon be mass-produced?" he asked in a trembling voice.

Xiao Cheng smiled: "Didn't you just listen to what your second mother said? It took several skilled craftsmen several years to make such a weapon, and only twenty bullets were made. It was purely handmade.

Can I give my work to you as a gift and mass-produce it? That’s just a delusion!”

Xiao Jing then breathed a sigh of relief.

He was convinced that if he had this thing in hand, a weakling could easily take his own life.

"Although this thing cannot be mass-produced, muskets that are several grades inferior to him have already entered the experimental stage." Xiao Cheng said with a smile: "We call him a matchlock gun. Of course, if you really want to talk about it, a matchlock gun is better than a bow and arrow."

It’s not much stronger, and I have no plans to equip troops on a large scale. I will only equip a purely experimental army. Only the kind you have in hand will become the mainstream in the future, but it will take time!”

"Are you saying that this kind of musket will become mainstream in the future?"
Chapter completed!