The advantages of rifles were obvious. They were easy to operate and learn, and their performance was remarkable. Most importantly, as long as there was adequate steel and a factory, they could be mass-produced at any time, while soldiers only needed simple training before being sent to the battlefield. At present, calling them strategic weapons would not be an overstatement.
However, compared with rifles, You Ye actually preferred shotguns.
Boom, boom, boom, boom—
You Ye, who had just learned how to fire, sent a string of shotgun blasts at the targets, then leaped up in excitement.
"Ah, this is good, this is really good! The gun barrel is thick, the shells are big, the power is strong, the rate of fire is high, and it holds plenty of ammunition. If we used this thing against those monsters, one man could take on three of them without a problem. And I feel this is even easier to use than that rifle. Reloading only requires pushing and pulling this piece of wood once. It's so convenient."
You Ye spoke with great excitement as he held the shotgun. Clearly, he had never expected a tribe to be capable of forging such a weapon.
"Heh heh, the Chieftain said the same thing. When this gun was first made, the Chieftain said it was specifically designed to deal with the Cannibal Tribe's giant apes. He also said that these shotguns had tremendous power. As long as the animal wasn't as large as the two elephants in our tribe, anything else—even cattle or horses—could be dropped with one shot. They should probably work almost as well against their giant apes."
"These guns haven't tasted blood yet. Once our soldiers are fully trained, we'll let them have a taste of the enemy's blood."
"By the way, Uncle