Dragon's Roar Generation

This was a thing barely a meter long, yet exceptionally thick and heavy.

Calling it a gun would be less accurate than calling it a cannon with its barrel sawed short. Its caliber alone reached eight centimeters. Because the material was not strong enough, the breech had been layered with more and more material to prevent it from bursting. Together with all the other haphazard structures, it weighed over three hundred jin.

With an especially sturdy sling hung around his neck and the stock tucked beneath his arm, Shi Tiexin took a thirty-centimeter-long "bullet" with an extremely sharp tip from the vehicle and pressed it into the "chamber" like loading an artillery shell.

"Everybody move aside. Get at least twenty meters away, or don't blame me if you go deaf." Shi Tiexin drove the others away, and his men immediately ran outside. As for Youyou, she had long since taken up a position twenty meters beyond the church, wearing specialized noise-canceling earmuffs as she waited to watch the show.

Inside the church, Shi Tiexin raised his head and looked toward the statue at the far end.

Man and statue stared at each other, big eyes glaring at small eyes. The atmosphere seemed somewhat delicate.

Shi Tiexin spoke. "Say, aren't you going to struggle a little?"

The statue remained motionless, as though it were merely an ordinary statue.

"Or do you think you can just muddle through this?"

The statue continued being ordinary.

"Sigh, how naive." Shi Tiexin said no more. He raised the "gun" and took two steps forward.

Because the barrel was short, its accuracy was lacking. It was not that they did not want to make it longer, but their machining precision and experience were insufficient. If this oversized barrel became too long, the risk of it bursting