The watching Pandaren were already quite satisfied with the bullet grazing past the dead branch.
Herad, however, was not satisfied.
He adjusted his aim and kept firing, determined to shoot that dead branch off.
When he fired again and ejected another casing, the Pandaren watching around him finally noticed this detail.
The empty brass casing gave them a rough idea of how it worked.
Clearly, this brass casing, which smelled of gunpowder smoke, had been filled with gunpowder, with a bullet at its tip.
Some special firing mechanism ignited the gunpowder, making it expand and propel the bullet out.
It could fly several kilometers and graze the target with considerable accuracy.
It was simply unbelievable!
Thinking of their own ancient junk, everyone present immediately consigned it to oblivion in disgust.
While everyone was thinking about upgrading their weapons, Herad had already fired several more shots.
Not one had hit the dead branch squarely.
But every bullet had flown past near the branch, without straying too far.
Seeing the accuracy this gun displayed made everyone itch to try it.
As they watched him shoot, they offered Herad suggestions.
"That distance is too great. There's no need to insist on a direct hit."
"Have some ambition! What's wrong with testing this gun's limits?"
Herad ignored their chatter.
The last bullet had passed just beneath the dead branch.
So he raised the muzzle slightly.
That way, when the bullet dropped during its flight, it would hit the dead branch just right.
As he pulled the trigger again, the bullet spun toward the pine tree at the foot of the mountain.
The pine tree had taken several shots, losing quite a few of its already sparse branches and needles.
But this time was different.
Its misfortune was brought to a definitive end!
The high-speed