Bang! Bang! Bang!
Amid a string of explosions as dense as popping beans, the dummy formation a hundred paces away instantly flew apart in splinters, the straw-and-wood dummies blasted into shattered wreckage.
"Beep~"
The next moment, a piercing whistle reached the ears of everyone in the drill ground. A squad of soldiers wielding muskets swiftly stepped forward, raising their weapons and aiming at the dummies ahead.
The musketeers who had just finished firing retreated in unison, clearing space for the next line.
Gunfire rang out again.
Wave after wave, squad after squad, the musketeers advanced in orderly fashion. Their rounds, brimming with devastating force, quickly annihilated the densely packed dummy formation.
In the end, only a few broken wooden poles remained.
At this moment, Shangguan Wuji, watching the exercise from beside the drill ground, shook his head, his gaze extraordinarily complicated.
He now clearly realized that the cannons and muskets Wang Chen had "invented" would drastically change the nature of future warfare.
If their enemies could not adapt, they were destined to be crushed into pulp!
That was no exaggeration.
For these musketeers wielding new weapons were not elite Hanhai Army soldiers, but recruits enlisted only recently. Most possessed the strength of the first or second tier, and quite a few were even ordinary people.
Yet muskets erased the gap between those tiers. Martial Artists below the fifth tier simply could not withstand the combined assault of ordinary musketeers.
And if they were armed with specially made heavy muskets, even fifth-tier Martial Masters would have to kneel!
With the same number of men, a newly trained squad of musketeers facing an elite Hanhai Army squad head-on would have better odds of winning.
Once such weapons became widespread, would there still be any point in striving to improve one's cultivation and