Two days later, the Emperor received a peculiar weapon from Chen Zhong's hands.
"Is this the musket?" he asked.
"Yes, Emperor. This musket was given to me by the Vice Commander of the Capital. The Commander of the Capital attempted to bribe the other party but failed…"
Chen Zhong explained, half-kneeling on the ground.
The musket was made of copper, lightweight and nimble. Its barrel was slender, with a round cylindrical breech that held the bullet. The powder chamber was spherical and had a fire door for igniting the fuse…
Its effective range was around 50 meters, less than that of a bow and arrow, but its power far exceeded it. A single shot could pierce armor and take a person's life.
Upon hearing this, the Emperor's grip on the musket tightened gradually.
Beneath his calm voice, there was an endless, chilling sense of oppression, causing Chen Zhong to instinctively weaken his breath.
"Have you tried it?" the Emperor asked.