Modern Weapons Can Be Brought to the Other World

Shen Jingchuan stared longingly at the heavy machine guns and mortars displayed by the roadside. These things could be used to bombard the village walls and gates, exploding in just a few shots—a hundred times more effective than hand grenades. But he wasn't sure—electrical equipment certainly couldn't be brought into this other world, and he'd never tried purely mechanical firearms before; he didn't know if they would work.

He found the boss he had arranged to meet beforehand, pointed to a Maxim Heavy Machine Gun with a water-cooled jacket, and asked via voice using a translation app, "Can this be test-fired?"

The boss nodded. "Okay, the cost of the test-firing ammunition will be calculated separately."

Shen Jingchuan then looked at the GSh-23 Aircraft Cannon next to him. This thing was not bad, except that there were a few wires wrapped around the cannon body.

"If you remove all the electrical parts from this cannon, can it fire without electricity? Could you test fire it?"

The shopkeeper said, "It can be modified. Just replace it with a purely mechanical trigger and a manual loading handle. Modification costs are separate. Test firing is also possible, but the ammunition will be paid separately."

Shen Jingchuan immediately took out three gold melon seeds as a deposit, each weighing ten grams, saying he wanted both, and that after the modification and test firing were completed without any problems, the full payment would be made in gold.

The boss readily agreed, saying he could finish the revisions that afternoon and would pick him up by car to try both things out in the mountain valley outside the town.

There were small inns run by locals in the town; the conditions were basic, but it was fine for a place to stay. Shen Jingchuan booked a room and rested until a little after 3 p. m. Sure enough, the owner drove over, carrying the modified aircraft cannon and the Maxim.

After driving for more than twenty minutes into the mountains, the car stopped in a deserted ravine.

His men set up both weapons on the open ground. The original wiring and electronic control components of the aircraft cannon were completely removed and replaced with a purely mechanical firing mechanism and grip, which was then fixed to the ground with steel rods. The Maxim's water-cooling jacket was also filled with water. Next to it were two boxes of 23mm shells and several boxes of 7.62mm machine gun shells.

The boss first demonstrated how to use the Maxim to Shen Jingchuan, setting the gun on a tripod and lying down to teach him how to load the ammunition belt, pull the bolt, disengage the safety, and pull the trigger, explaining everything in great detail.

As he spoke, his eyes kept glancing at Shen Jingchuan's bag—the mountain valley was deserted, and this foreigner was spending lavishly, using only gold, with only a local guide by his side. He began to have thoughts of double-crossing Shen Jingchuan.

After teaching him, I stood up to give him my seat, waiting to see this amateur embarrass himself with his clumsy attempts.

Shen Jingchuan noticed that the boss's eyes kept glancing at him, and he immediately became alert.

He remained outwardly calm, but secretly resolved that once he learned how to operate the equipment, he must demonstrate his skills to intimidate these people and prevent any unforeseen complications.

Shen Jingchuan asked a few more questions about the details. Cultivators are naturally quick to understand, so when he felt he had done enough, he didn't even bother to lie down on the ground.

Looking at the Maxim Heavy Machine Gun in front of him, Shen Jingchuan recalled the scene in the movie where Rambo wielded Gatling Gun and swept across the battlefield. He suddenly felt an itch to try it out himself.

He is now at the Second Layer of Qi Refinement, and his arm strength is two to three times that of an ordinary person. He can easily lift a gun weighing tens of kilograms.

But when it comes to actually holding it and firing, it becomes a problem—you can't hold the gun with one hand and pull the trigger while the other hand is feeding the ammunition; it's simply impossible to manage without three hands.

Glancing at the spare canvas slings beside him, he had an idea. He fastened one end of the sling to the carrying handle on top of the gun, and the other end to the grip base at the rear of the receiver, securing it at both points. He then slung it diagonally across his neck, adjusted the length, and firmly braced the butt against his shoulder.

In this way, the weight of the gun rests entirely on the shoulder and neck, allowing the right hand to grip the trigger firmly while the left hand supports the ammunition belt and feeds it into the feed port—a perfect balance.

The boss saw his movements and understood. "No way, the recoil could break your arm."

Shen Jingchuan completely ignored it.

The moment he pulled the trigger, muzzle flashed, and the powerful recoil slammed into his shoulder, making half of his body go numb.

Flames erupted from the gun muzzle, dozens of bullets swept out in an instant, and a row of neat stone flowers splashed up on the distant mountain wall.

Shen Jingchuan released the trigger, rubbing his shoulder and cursing under his breath.

Movies are indeed all lies. Only someone with his Qi Refining Second Layer physique could withstand that recoil; an ordinary person would have been crippled long ago.

This was his first time handling a gun, and a really powerful Maxim at that. Not bad, it was exhilarating.

The boss froze on the spot, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

He'd been working on this border for over a decade and had seen the toughest mercenaries who had to use tripods to fire. He'd never seen anyone wield a heavy machine gun with one hand while standing and firing; the recoil seemed to be nonexistent.

His initial thoughts of double-crossing vanished instantly. Was this some kind of China kung fu? This guy was clearly a top-tier soldier. Forget it, if he dared to try anything funny, his few men wouldn't last half a minute against him.

Then, when teaching the aircraft cannon, the boss's attitude instantly became ten times more respectful. Even his tone softened, and he explained the operation in detail, giving special instructions:

"This cannon has tremendous recoil; it must be firmly planted in the ground to fire, otherwise it can send people flying."

Shen Jingchuan stared at the twin 23mm cannon, his first thought being to pick it up and try it out—if Maxim could lift it and fire it, he could theoretically carry this thing too.

But after measuring it with his hands a couple of times, he gave up. The cannon was too long, with no easy gripping points at the front or back, and not even a sling for a sling. It was difficult to exert force even if he tried to carry it.

In addition, he still vividly remembered the recoil that made his shoulders numb from the Maxim, and the recoil of this aircraft cannon was probably several times that of a machine gun. Even his Second Layer of Qi Refinement body might not be able to withstand it.

Having learned from past mistakes, he didn't overestimate himself and honestly first tested the firing using the iron frame welded by the boss.

The cannon was fixed to a simple gun mount made of thick angle iron, and four steel rods were driven diagonally into the hard soil, making it firmly anchored so that the entire gun mount remained completely still.

He stood beside the cannon, gripped the trigger handle, and pulled it sharply. Two foot-long tongues of fire spewed out simultaneously, the muffled explosions shaking the valley. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen shells slammed into the opposite hillside, sending earth, rocks, and wood flying everywhere, tearing thick shrubs to shreds.

The smoke had mostly cleared, and Shen Jingchuan rubbed his buzzing ears. "Awesome. Powerful enough, but it's too inflexible when mounted on the ground; it'll be inconvenient to use back in this other world."

He turned to the boss next to him and instructed, "Back here and here, weld two thickened manganese steel lifting rings for me each. They need to be sturdy."

The boss was taken aback at first, then, looking at the location of the welded steel ring, he realized that this thing still had to be carried and fired while wearing suspenders. His heart sank – this thing, including the cannonball, weighed nearly 200 pounds, and the recoil could shatter an ordinary person's arm. This guy actually wanted to carry it on his back and fight?

The boss's eyes widened, and he blurted out instinctively, "Really cooked! That's not scientific!" Okay, well, even "really cooked" isn't scientific.

He didn't dare ask any more questions and quickly nodded with a smile, "No problem, no problem, I'll use the thickest manganese steel rims for you, welded very firmly. I'll also send you two extra-thick canvas shoulder straps later, they'll definitely be strong enough to support the weight."

Shen Jingchuan didn't explain further.

Once the lifting rings are welded and the straps are put on, there will be plenty of opportunities to bring it back to the other world and try out what it feels like to wield this thing and sweep through everything.

Shen Jingchuan was very satisfied. This thing was more than enough to breach the gates of a stockade and a city gate; why would he need grenades or explosive packs?

But he wasn't sure—he'd never tried bringing purely mechanical firearms into another world.