New Marquisate Opens, Three Borders Towned; Muskets and Cannons Thunder, Terrifying the Eight Wastes

The gathered officials looked at one another, their eyes filled with incredulous horror.

Li Si stood at the edge of the crowd, his gaze fixed on the holes in those dummies. His thumb turned unconsciously, several times faster than usual, as though he were rapidly calculating some terrifying game of chess.

His lips moved soundlessly as he repeated, "No cultivation required... no cultivation required..."

What did this mean?

It meant that the most ordinary farmer in the Qin State, after the simplest training, could possess the power to kill martial world experts.

It meant the Blood-Clad Army.

No, it meant that the entire army of the Qin State would undergo an earth-shaking transformation.

It meant...

It meant that under heaven, no city, no army, no cultivator would ever again be able to halt the iron hooves of the Qin State.

"Marquis!"

Wei Liao suddenly turned around and strode up to Zhao Cheng. A nearly crazed fervor burned in his bell-sized eyes. "I want to try it myself!"

His voice trembled slightly with excitement, and his rough, broad hand clenched into a fist at his side. He carried a soldier's distinctive frankness and candor, without the slightest bit of affectation.

Zhao Cheng glanced at him, the corners of his lips rising faintly. "Since the Grand Commandant is so inclined, there is naturally no reason not to."

He raised a hand in signal. A Mohist Official immediately came forward carrying a firearm, then brought over a powder charge, lead balls, a ramrod, and other items, laying them out one by one before Wei Liao.

Zhao Cheng personally stepped forward. With his slender fingers, he picked up the powder charge and demonstrated with practiced movements. "First, bite open the paper packet and pour the gunpowder into the barrel.

"That's right, use the ramrod