Qu Bing had seen the standard Field Cannons the tribe had produced before. To be honest, in Qu Bing's eyes, those Field Cannons were basically just oversized firelocks. Their loading process was even less convenient than the Bolt-Action Rifles they used. Their only advantage was that they could shoot farther, but that was it.
The cannons of old fired solid shot. Like Rifle Bullets, they relied on impact to kill. Although their range was indeed considerably greater, their weight was horrifying. Weighing over a thousand jin, they could not be maneuvered quickly even with a horse, and now—
The Chieftain had suddenly told him that there was a cannon that could fire farther than the standard cannons, was far more powerful, and was so light that it did not even need livestock. All it took was three men to carry it on the march. What did that even mean?
This was practically leaping across several generations of development!
Even more astonishing was that this cannon's rate of fire had reached a terrifying thirty rounds per minute. That meant one shot every two seconds! At that rate, it was even somewhat faster than the Bolt-Action Rifles they had used before—but this was a cannon! How could it not be shocking?!
"Chieftain, has that mortar or whatever it's called been made yet?" Qu Bing asked, suppressing his excitement but sounding somewhat uneasy. He was truly stunned that the world could produce such an utterly defiant weapon.
"Not yet, I think. I'm not entirely sure how far along they are. When I assigned the research institute its tasks, they focused on producing small firearms first."
"As for the mortar, there's actually no particularly difficult technology in the barrel. The hardest part is the shells. The reason this cannon can shoot so far and