Mohist Pavilion's Divine Weapon Splits the North Wind, Qin Dragon Swallows Luck and Pierces the Vast Sky

Mohist Pavilion's aboveground rifled gun test-firing range.

Unlike the underground gun-testing range, this was an area for test-firing and drilling with finished firearms—one might also call it a display area.

Zhao Cheng and Wei Liao stood there, watching Qin Guli test-fire the newly made breech-loading rifled gun.

This gun could fire once every five breaths and could be loaded while lying prone.

It was faster and more accurate.

Wei Liao was so astonished he cried out that it was a divine artifact.

Yet Zhao Cheng still wore that faintly indifferent look, as though it did not surprise him all that much.

After all, his goal was to use this period of rest and consolidation to develop automatic pistols, then distribute them directly to every army.

That would let the Qin State embark upon a path of conquest in all directions.

By then, there would be no need to rely chiefly on the Blood-Clad Army. Even ordinary soldiers armed with pistols could easily crush large forces of elite enemy troops.

Wouldn't that mean his lifespan would come flooding in without end?

Seeing Zhao Cheng's expression, Qin Guli felt even greater admiration. "My lord, we did not rush to put this breech-loading rifled gun into production. We are awaiting your instructions."

Zhao Cheng nodded. "There really is no need to put it into production yet. There are other things that will need your research later on."

He picked up the charcoal pencil on the table and drew a sketch on a fresh sheet of paper.

It showed a gun barrel as thick as the mouth of a bowl, an extremely short tube, and a massive rotating locking mechanism at the rear.

Beside it, he drew a round iron lump with a section of fuse protruding from its front.

"Have you ever considered,"