For the past several years, Qiao Jiang had served as Liu Guangzheng's trusted confidant—or rather, his utterly loyal retainer. Of the new army under Liu Guangzheng's command, nearly half had been personally fostered by him.
A general like him understood all too well the limits of Daoist arts, as well as the terror of guns and cannon.
The muskets currently held by Great Cang might have a range of only a hundred meters, but with a dozen or so guns, even a Human Immortal would have to turn and flee on sight.
Of course, that was assuming the Human Immortal did not use firearms.
With a Human Immortal's reaction speed and mobility, combined with skilled use of firearms, those weapons could scarcely still be called guns. They were practically the "flying swords" of legend—within a hundred meters, never missing their mark, even capable of firing along curved trajectories.
If they fought guerrilla warfare in suitable terrain, Human Immortals would be even more terrifying than they had once been.
Yet the reality was that after firearms emerged, the threat posed by Human Immortals had instead diminished.
For even a Human Immortal would be injured if struck by a bullet, and if a vital spot was hit, they would still die.
Unlike in the past, when a Human Immortal's flesh was so formidable that ordinary armored soldiers, even swinging blades with all their strength, could only scrape their skin without cutting through sinew and muscle.
Back then, to besiege and kill a Human Immortal, one either had to lay an ambush, wear them down with a rain of arrows, then surround and slaughter them with armored soldiers until their stamina and mana were exhausted; or one had to send a fierce general with divine strength to kill them head-on.
Now, though, as