"Thrust forward with all your might!"
"Look at you! You're nothing but a bunch of good-for-nothings!"
"Your movements are sloppy, and you're not even shouting with any force!"
"Have you been eating all that meat and vegetable soup for nothing?"
"One!"
"Two!"
"One!"
"Two!"
"You have to shout like this!"
On the training ground, Eckley and his younger brother Gray were training the militia together.
As winter drew closer and the supplies needed to last through it had been prepared, the territory issued orders for winter training and preparations against the Orcs.
The training boiled down to two things: learning to use spears and forming ranks in different situations.
The other was throwing rocks.
This kind of training would make it easy to turn them into Musketeers and Grenadiers later on. It was incredibly cost-effective.
Just as they were getting into the swing of things, a loud boom rang out from the mountains outside Aninsbei City, startling everyone.
Gray hurriedly turned around. Only then did he see smoke rising from a distant mountainside.
Gray: "A mage?"
Eckley: "Are we under attack?"
Gray thought for a moment. "Miss Lilim and Grand Commander Lynn are on that mountain. Could the Orcs really be attacking?"
Eckley: "It's possible. If Grand Commander Lynn did it, he could charge up a spell with power like that."
Eckley hurriedly said, "All instructors, come with me! Gray, stay here and lead them up onto the walls. Once we leave, lock the city gates. Tell the Dwarves to bring out the spears they've finished making!"
After the explosion ended, Lynn climbed out of the trench and exclaimed, "Otherworld Superhuman lives up to its name! I actually threw it a hundred meters!"
"Back on Blue Star, most people can't even pass the hand grenade throwing test. I just threw an explosive pack over a hundred meters!"
Lynn remembered the hand grenade throwing test on Blue Star: men had to throw thirty meters to pass, women twenty. Even so, plenty of people failed.
Of course, there were also a few superhumans who could throw them more than ninety meters. Before he crossed over, Lynn remembered hearing that someone had thrown one over a hundred meters and earned the nickname Human mortar.
With Battle Qi to boost him, Lynn thought he could turn anyone with a talent for cultivating Battle Qi into a mortar soldier.
The power of the blast exceeded Lynn's expectations. If he'd been using magic, it would have counted as a major spell.
But he had an SSS-rank talent. He couldn't use his own standards to judge everyone else.
He'd thrown an explosive pack, and it was made of wood, too.
Would he have been able to throw it three hundred meters if it had been a hand grenade?
What if he hollowed out a wooden pole, filled it with gunpowder, and threw it like a javelin? What would happen?
Lynn now knew how long a five-second fuse needed to be. Combined with the data he'd gathered earlier, he could calculate the timing of the explosion precisely.
Lynn immediately took out his notebook and began writing down the data.
The fuse was made the same way as a firework fuse. It was crude, but usable. All he had to do was hide it inside the bomb.
When he got back, he'd see if his magical talent could help him make a substitute for a detonator.
Luckily, this was a magical world with a large population, and the mage lords disdained gunpowder.
"Grand Commander Lynn!"
"Miss Lilim!"
"Are you all right?"
Lynn had just finished calculating when he heard someone calling his name. He turned around and saw Lilim nearly back, about fifty meters away. Eckley was already running toward him.
As soon as he arrived, Eckley spotted the marks left by the explosion and immediately shouted, "Grand Commander, where's the enemy?"
"There's no enemy. I was just testing some weapons." Lynn picked up the basket and headed for the city. "I appreciate the concern. Come on, I'll show you something amazing."
Eckley and the soldiers looked at him in confusion. "Something amazing?"
Lynn took the last of the black powder and the fuse from the basket and repeated the steps from before. "This time I didn't add any pebbles. It's just the blast wave. A hundred meters is a safe distance."
"Eckley, Lilim, use a Magic shield." After speaking, Lynn threw the explosive pack again, sending it about a hundred meters away.
The explosion came right on cue. It went off as soon as it hit the ground.
"What do you think?" Lynn looked at the blast in front of him, feeling thoroughly refreshed. Explosions were art!
"Is this some kind of Magic item?" Eckley asked. "Something like this must be expensive, right?"
Lynn nudged Eckley. "All right, it's not. I'll explain on the way."
"Master, how did you turn fireworks into something so powerful?" Lilim reached out and took Lynn's basket.
"Fireworks!" Everyone was stunned.
Fireworks were toys for the rich. The poor couldn't even afford to play with them.
They all knew what fireworks were, but had never played with them. They certainly had no idea fireworks could be this powerful, since all they'd ever seen was the rich setting them off in the sky.
Lynn stretched his limbs. "All right, I need to get back and keep making weapons. You'll be able to use these weapons someday."
Lynn couldn't help thinking that the classic routine of a transmigrator really was something you had to try.
The first time he'd read a transmigration novel, he'd found the ancients' astonishment amusing. After reading more of them, he'd gotten used to it.
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