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Chapter 163 The Rifle's First Appearance: Carnage, Extraordinary Weapon
Wang Dahu drew his sword and raised it high, and the militia in front of him instantly fell silent.

"set off!"

"Rumble"

In an instant, Wang Dahu led his five thousand militiamen from stillness to motion, thundering as they rushed into the depths of the grassland.

Several days later, Wang Dahu and his group arrived outside a large tribe with tens of thousands of people.

This was a target they had already scouted out.

When Wang Dahu and his group appeared, the tribe's scouts also spotted them and immediately ran back to report the news.

Upon arriving at the tribe, before even seeing anyone, he began to shout.

"Report, Chief, something terrible has happened! Those gray demons from the south are here!"

Clang!

With a metallic clanging sound, the yurt door was flung open instantly, and a burly man with a full beard strode out, his face grim, looking at the scouts riding towards them.

Upon approaching, the scout tumbled off his horse and strode quickly to the bearded man.

"Boss, something terrible has happened! Those gray devils are here!"

Although Wang Dahu has not launched any large-scale offensives during this period, he has been constantly launching small-scale raids.

Many small tribes were conquered by Wang Dahu's army. Unless the elderly were too old to move, men, women, and children were all taken away.

In the leader's words, regardless of gender or age, there is always a place where they are needed.

Of course, those young children will be sent to school.

They learned about Chinese culture there until they grew up.

They only consider themselves as civilians of the People's Salvation Army. Even if they are Mongols, they are still a branch of the Yanhuang Huaxia lineage and a part of Huaxia.

Mongolia has been part of China's territory since ancient times, and it is also the domain of our People's Salvation Army.

In short, wherever Wang Dahu led his army, nothing was spared, neither humans nor livestock.

At the beginning, the Mongol tribes were unaware of these things.

After all, Wang Dahu's main strategy was to leave no one alive; those who resisted were killed, and those who did not resist were kidnapped.

Naturally, news of Wang Dahu's conquest of these tribes could not spread.

However, as time went on, people who knew the tribes and caravans went to these tribes and were shocked to discover that, apart from some corpses, there was not a single person left in the entire tribe.

As time went on, such incidents became more and more frequent, gradually attracting the attention of many tribes, who angrily dispatched their forces to search for the army that was destroying their tribes.

As the saying goes, there are no secrets that stay hidden forever. Over time, Wang Dahu and his gang's actions were naturally discovered.

On several occasions, several tribes even joined forces to send troops to besiege and annihilate them.

However, Wang Dahu and his men were also cavalrymen, and they moved like the wind across the vast grasslands, making them not so easy to block.

If they were to blockade you, and you were outnumbered, facing the militia's sharp arrows, formidable speed and strength, and fearless fighting style, it would be pure suicide.

If the number of people is large, then the first to suffer will not be the militia, but those who have been captured.

Wang Dahu would immediately order his men to slaughter them, then lead his troops away in a rush. He would rely on his sharp archery skills to roam and attack outside the range of the main army's arrows, and might even wear down and defeat the main army.

For a time, the People's Salvation Army led by Wang Dahu became a nightmare for the grassland tribes. Because the People's Salvation Army was all dressed in gray uniforms, they were also known as the Gray Devils.

Many small tribes began to migrate deeper into the grasslands, which resulted in Wang Dahu and his group reaping less and less.

However, Wang Dahu and his group have never attacked large tribes; at most, they have only occasionally attacked some weaker medium-sized tribes.

But this is Wang Dahu and his group's first time attacking a large tribe.

"This is outrageous! Gather your men! I'll show these gray devils that we grassland people aren't to be trifled with!"

The leader's face flushed slightly. He hadn't expected that the rescue army, which was attacking small and medium-sized tribes, would choose to attack their large tribe.

Whom are they looking down on? Are they comparing them to those small tribes?
Despite their hesitation, the group quickly assembled their troops.

After all, the Gray Demon had a notorious reputation, and now that it had its sights set on their tribe, they had no choice but to resist if they didn't want to be abducted.

Moreover, they are a large tribe of nearly 100,000 people.

And in their Mongolian grasslands, everyone is proficient in horsemanship and archery.

With 100,000 men, excluding the elderly, women, and children, they could even field 50,000 to 60,000 cavalry.

Looking at the tens of thousands of cavalry rushing towards them from afar, Wang Dahu's face remained expressionless; he simply raised his hand slightly.

"Load, get ready!"

That's right, it's loading the gun.

With a loud clatter, the five thousand militiamen raised their guns in unison and cocked them.

Several months have passed since the rifle was developed.

The dynasty further bestowed upon those artisans a divine status, enabling them to acquire supernatural powers, which immediately increased the efficiency of forging.

With thousands of craftsmen working overtime, they could produce over a thousand rifles a day, increasing efficiency by more than tenfold.

In just a few months, 50,000 rifles have been manufactured. If it weren't for the need to produce bullets, cast cannons, and so on, this number would have doubled.

The first units to be equipped with these 100,000 rifles were naturally Wang Dahu, Wang Shi, Li Shu, Li Yu, and the other frontline combat troops.

And various border fortresses, such as Shazhou where He Jiping was stationed, Gansu Town where Wang Dahu was stationed, and Jingluwei where Wang Erniu was stationed.

The troops led by Wang Shi, Li Shu, and Li Yu that attacked Qinghai were allocated 18,000 units, totaling 6,000 units per unit.

Wang Dahu was stationed in Gansu Town, and the area around Shaanxi Xingdusi was equipped with a total of 10,000 rifles.

Wang Dahu carried five thousand rifles and hundreds of thousands of rounds of ammunition with him on this expedition deep into the grasslands.

In Wang Dahu's view, the best defense is offense.

As long as he cripples and frightens these Mongol tribes, making them afraid to approach the territory of the Salvation Army within a hundred miles, then he will naturally have defended the territory and cities.

Therefore, Wang Dahu brought hundreds of thousands of bullets, preparing to wipe out the numerous tribes near the northern border of the People's Salvation Army in one fell swoop.

They saw that the militia did not draw their bows and shoot arrows, but instead raised their rifles.

The commander at the rear frowned. What did this mean? Muskets?

However, according to legend, these gray demons and the arrows of the militia were far superior to the firearms of the Ming army.

Why did they abandon their advantages and choose this uncertain firearm?
However, although he couldn't quite understand it, he also had a sense of foreboding lingering in his mind.

On the other side, when the tens of thousands of grassland cavalry were less than 500 meters away, Wang Dahu suddenly swung his arm down and shouted.

"shot!"

"bang bang bang"

In an instant, gunfire erupted, and a large number of the charging steppe cavalry fell to the ground.

Before the people behind could react, the militia had already quickly pulled the bolt, loaded the gun, and fired again.

"bang bang bang"

The dense cavalry force cleared out an area in an instant.

Then came the continuous gunfire, and one after another, the steppe cavalrymen fell.

At this moment, the tribal chiefs and other leaders supervising the battle from the rear, as well as the cavalrymen behind them, were all somewhat dumbfounded.

What kind of sorcery are these gray devils using?
Previously, it was still what they understood as a bow and arrow, only with a slightly longer range.

So what's the situation now?
A musket?

But that's not right. The range of a musket is actually about the same as that of a bow and arrow, it's just simpler.

However, those firearms from the Ming Dynasty are still in use today.

Hmm, it might not even be as good as a bow and arrow.

It can explode, fail to ignite, and so on—there are a whole host of problems.

But now?
Is this still a musket?

Could it be sorcery?
Or perhaps the People's Salvation Army improved the manufacturing process of muskets, resulting in a dramatic increase in their power.

If that's the case...
Finished!

At this moment, the tribal chief had only one thought in his mind.

As the leader of a large tribe, he was certainly not a fool, and he immediately understood the threat these muskets posed to their steppe cavalry.

If such a musket could be mass-produced, then he was already able to foresee the future.

The era when the grasslands were renowned for their archery and horsemanship was gone forever.

"Withdraw! Withdraw!"

In just a short time, the army of tens of thousands had already suffered heavy losses, with the tribal chief trembling as he gave orders that there was no point in fighting and all they could do was flee.

However, once a war begins, it's not something he can simply stop at will.

"bang bang bang"

Each gunshot was a death knell from hell, and people fell in droves.

For the People's Salvation Army, whose physical abilities far surpass those of ordinary people, whose nerve reactions are super strong, and whose perception is keen, with just a little practice, they can basically all become sharpshooters.

Then, under Wang Dahu's masterful command of the formation, they wouldn't even concentrate their fire on a single person.

In other words, if you take 5,000 people in one round, you might not hit 5,000 people, but hitting 2,000 or 3,000 is still not a problem.

what is this?
This was not a war at all; it was a massacre.

Even with tens of thousands of troops, how long could they hold out?
By the time the steppe cavalry realized what was happening and began to retreat, their numbers had dwindled from 50,000 to less than 40,000.

And
Seeing the fleeing steppe cavalry, Wang Dahu and the others spurred their horses and galloped away, leaving the steppe cavalry far behind. Gunshots rang out continuously.

Those steppe cavalrymen had no chance of escaping at all.

Wang Dahu used his eyesight to search the battlefield and soon spotted the tribal chief and his group fleeing frantically a few miles away. He couldn't help but grin.

He instantly raised his rifle to aim, channeling his inner energy into it.

Instantly, some of the strange patterns on the rifle began to glow with a dark red light.

The sights on the rifle underwent a miraculous change in an instant, magnifying the distant tribal chief a thousandfold, making him clearly visible to Wang Dahu.

Then, the crosshair is locked!
"boom!"

With a gunshot, a dazzling red light shot out and instantly hit the tribal chief several miles away.

"boom!"

The rifle bullet exploded with a deafening roar the moment it hit the top of the tribe's head.

Not only were the tribal chiefs instantly reduced to dust, but they were also utterly and completely dead.

The group of people nearby were also instantly blasted away by the violent shockwave, resulting in numerous deaths and injuries.

Seeing this, Wang Dahu couldn't help but grin.

"Hahaha, this new super rifle developed by the Weapons Manufacturing Division is fucking awesome!"

With supernatural powers, how could those highly motivated craftsmen simply follow the established procedures in their research and development?
That would necessarily mean applying the power of supernatural abilities to weapons, right?

At the beginning, however, they didn't figure anything out and had no way to integrate the power of supernatural abilities into their weapons.

However, after the dynasty began to analyze the essence of supernatural powers more deeply, summarize the rules, try to simplify supernatural powers, and evolve legendary runes.

Then the situation took a turn for the better.

Currently, the dynasty's simplification of supernatural powers, the evolution of runes, and so on, have not reached a very perfect level.

Otherwise, he would have already implemented the Extraordinary Course in schools.

However, he did achieve some results.

He had already evolved some simple rune patterns.

These simple rune patterns are the foundation upon which the extraordinary weapon, the rifle in Wang Dahu's hand, is made.

(End of this chapter)