143: Chapter 143 The Battle Between Humans and Pigs: The Hearts of the Six Nobles Are Chilled!

These retractable telescopes in their hands were created by Zhao Fusu together with the technical staff of the Great Qin Empire Academy of Sciences.

After obtaining the manufacturing method for glass through signing in, Zhao Fusu began thinking about producing it.

Besides high-purity quartz sand, the most important factor in making glass is the temperature.

Since the current blast furnace temperature could already reach over 1,800 degrees, making glass was not a difficult task for Great Qin's current industrial capacity.

Having produced glass, the thing Zhao Fusu most wanted to create was the telescope.

Making a simple telescope wasn't too technically difficult; it just required combining a convex lens with a concave lens.

Thus, the high-level officials of Great Qin each had a retractable telescope in hand, watching the live scene of the man-pig battle.

Wang Xingxi was a scion of the royal family. He and his companions, as the first sequence of the battle, rode their horses toward the black pigs charging at them.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

Wang Xingxi's heart was beating rapidly.

This wasn't his first time shooting.

But previously, he had only hit targets; this was his first time hitting a living creature, and the mental pressure on him was quite immense.

Not just him, but his comrades around him felt the same way.

Since the unification of the world, the Qin Army had not fought a war for nine years.

In Great Qin, after a man reached the age of 17 and underwent "Fu Ji" registration, he had to perform military service at the age of 20 as a Zheng Zu.

The first year of being a Zheng Zu was spent serving in the local forces of his own commandery, receiving basic military training and performing guard and security work, serving as Cai Guan (infantry), Qi Shi (cavalry), or Louchuan Soldiers (navy).

In the second year, based on national mobilization orders, they would go to the capital, Xianyang, to join the Emperor's guard and capital garrison units under the Wei Wei or Lieutenant, known as Wei Shi; or they would go to serve in the border defense units under various Du Wei or Guan Du Wei, known as Shu Zu.

After the two years of military service ended, the soldiers could return home.

In the event of war, the soldiers who had served would be conscripted back into the army.

As Great Qin had seen no war for nine years, many in the units were green recruits who had never seen blood.

This was the case for Wang Xingxi and his comrades.

As Wang Xingxi watched the black pigs closing in, his heart raced so frantically it felt like it would jump out of his throat.

"Bang!"

A loud gunshot rang out; it was the Corporal who fired.

This Corporal was similar to a modern-day squad leader, a position held by veterans.

The psychological fortitude of a veteran was stronger than that of a green recruit; with one shot, he blasted twelve blood holes into a black pig.

A sharp pig-squealing sound erupted as the black pig, knocked to the ground, let out a piercing, miserable cry.

"What are you dazed for? Do you still want to eat pork or not?!"

"Kill them all for me!"

Amidst the Corporal's shouting and cursing, the soldiers, in their desire to eat meat, all began to strike the black pigs ruthlessly.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...

The earth-shaking sound of gunfire rang out continuously.

Every time this shotgun fired, it released twelve pellets.

The propellant for the bullets was also significantly more than that of normal bullets, making its close-range power extremely formidable.

Otherwise, the Americans wouldn't have classified the striker shotgun as a destructive weapon.

As long as these black pigs were hit, they would either die or lie down, oinking and howling miserably.

After being heavily wounded, the pig-squealing sounds they made were incredibly sharp and rapid, carrying over a great distance.

Even though the First Emperor, He Zhi, Xiang Liang, and Fan Zeng were standing on the hillside at a distance from the battlefield, those rapid pig-squeals still reached their ears with absolute clarity.

There was also the earth-shaking roar of the explosions, which made their hearts tremble with fear.

Those were thick-skinned, tough black pigs, yet under the blast of the striker shotgun, they were all knocked down, eyes rolling back.

If their own bodies were hit by a single shot, they would be sent to see their ancestors in an instant!

"What kind of weapon is that?!"

Xiang Yu was also greatly shocked.

He had never seen such a terrifying weapon.

Crossbow bolts were scary enough, but compared to this firearm, they paled in comparison and were not worth mentioning.

Not only could this firearm fire in rapid succession, but its power was also terrifyingly strong, and its rate of fire was incredibly fast.

Xiang Yu could see incoming crossbow bolts and dodge them.

But the pellets sprayed from this firearm were simply invisible.

Once pointed at by the opponent with such a firearm, death was essentially certain.

"Uncle..."

"This!"

Xiang Yu's face turned pale.

No matter how great his strength was, his skin wasn't thicker than a black pig's.

Even the thick-skinned black pigs were taken down by a single shot from that firearm; he didn't believe his body's defensive capabilities were stronger than a black pig's.

Xiang Liang's face was equally pale.

He pursed his lips tightly, not saying a word.

The sense of shock brought by the striker shotgun was too overwhelming.

If the Qin Army were equipped with this firearm in large numbers, then if they were to rebel, not only would the opponent have steel blades that could easily snap a Bronze Sword, but this firearm was even more powerful; they would be shot dead before they could even get close.

How could they even fight this?

Fan Zeng also watched in silence.

On the man-pig battlefield, the startled black pigs began to flee toward the flanks.

"Brothers, kill them!"

The Iron Pagoda cavalry stationed on both sides began to aim and fire.

The pressure on the flanks was the greatest, so those assigned to snipe there had the strongest shooting abilities.

Their expressions were focused, their eyes fixed intently on the black pigs charging toward them.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...

With the dense sound of gunfire, black pigs were knocked down one after another.

Though there were over ten thousand black pigs, each striker shotgun held twelve rounds; three thousand men meant thirty-six thousand rounds.

In terms of firepower, it was absolutely enough to suppress the black pigs.

Therefore, even if some bullets missed, the black pigs were quickly knocked to the ground.

Not all the black pigs were killed, but after being hit by the striker shotgun, even if they didn't die, they were severely wounded.

The soldiers began to joyfully carry away the pig carcasses, delivering finishing blows to those that hadn't died.

Zhao Fusu had said that these black pigs would be an extra meal for them.

They were going to pack them up and send them to the Huo Tou Jun.

"It's over just like that?"

The speed at which the battle ended was something that the First Emperor, Xiang Liang, Fan Zeng, Li Si, Feng Quji, and the spectating commoners had never expected.

They had originally thought this man-pig battle would last for a while, but the power of the striker shotguns in the hands of the three thousand cavalrymen was simply too great. If it had been crossbows, a black pig hit by an arrow could still run all over the place.

But hit by a striker shotgun, even with their extremely thick hide, they couldn't stop the steel balls fired from the weapon, and they were knocked to the ground with a single shot, screaming piteously.

The Nobles of the Six Lands were placed in the area with the best view; as they watched the battle, their hearts felt chilled to the core.

Was this weapon, which looked like large water pipes to them, actually this terrifying?!