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  Volume 7 My Home is on Red Soil Hill Chapter 59 Solo Adventure in Dragon Pool

  Snowflakes fill the sky, sweeping across the quiet and vast wilderness.

  The wind was very strong, and the warriors' hair had just fallen a little snowflake, which was immediately blown away.

  The warriors walked while looking at their lord explaining firearms to them.

  Liu Zhen actually didn't want to go to Razor Hill and touch the moldy head, right? Since ancient times, Razor Hill has been a single path, with an area of over 300 acres, from top to bottom, there is only one road. Let alone just a hundred or so militia, even if a hundred or so holy knights came, it would be useless. If it were that easy to get up, wouldn't the earth spirit bandits being able to dominate the wasteland for so long be a joke? This group of earth spirits can clearly be seen from the previous battle to not be ordinary bandits.

  But he had to go, for a very simple reason, because of the appearance of this ancient dwarf fire gun, which made him have to grit his teeth and take a walk.

  Those who have never experienced the horrors of war cannot possibly imagine the profound shock that Liu Da felt, a shock that he deliberately concealed.

  The firearm has a far greater killing capacity than the cold weapon, completely transcending racial barriers. The advent of this weapon will bring down the curtain on an era of pure physical confrontation.

  In front of Guli Fire Cannon, the powerful physique that the Bimon tribe relies on to intimidate potential opponents will become no different from a fragile dwarf. The Razor Mountain Goblin tribe's advances and retreats are well-planned, their tactics are orthodox and well-regulated, this is absolutely not something they could have learned on their own, there must be someone behind the scenes supporting and guiding them.

  Who is this behind-the-scenes black hand? Is it a prince or a human being?

  It doesn't matter who the mastermind is. Whoever has mastered this firearms technology, as long as they live in their own territory as a potential opponent, Liu Zhen will not be able to go anywhere.

  How many more ancient blunderbusses like this are there in the goblin tribe, were they dug up by the goblin thieves from the wasteland or did they learn the casting technique from their ancestors' civilization? This is what Liu Zhen concerns most.

  Liu Zhen was stunned after carefully studying the bronze fire spear, which had an inexplicable ingenuity, and it was completely different from the automatic firearms he used in Southern Xinjiang.

  This fire lance has a structure similar to that of a hunting gun, with the barrel and handle being able to be folded open. The copper bullet is inserted into the barrel, then folded back up, and after pulling the trigger, the hammer shoots out the copper bullet. Liu Zhen found a whole deerskin bag of this fire lance's ammunition - copper bullets - on that exquisite corpse in armor. There were over a hundred of them, each one feeling heavy in his hand, all roughly the same size. They looked like mulberries, with smooth and lovely small bumps on their surface.

  Liu Zhen's hand gesture was familiar, and he fired a shot. The gun went off with a loud bang, spewing out a swift copper light that exploded in a thicket of shrubs covered with snow 150 paces away. Gunpowder smoke instantly filled the air, and dry branches and snow flew horizontally.

  The militiamen were amazed that the boss had mastered the ancient dwarven firearm so quickly, for it was a top-secret weapon developed by Gablin, the great gnomish sage, and Thorold, the dwarven sage, during the Great War of Gods and Demons. Countless epic poems still sing its praises today, hailing it as a "heavenly" weapon with unparalleled power, said to have single-handedly annihilated the flying legions of the demon tribes.

  The militiamen had no idea what their boss was going through at this moment.

  This kind of bronze bullet generally has no gunpowder. In other words, this fire lance is not relying on the thrust of gunpowder to launch the bullet, but after this bronze bullet hits the target, it unexpectedly has a powerful explosive force like gunpowder. This really made Liu Zhen stunned and couldn't figure out why.

  But after all, he was a master of playing with guns, and Liu Zhen quickly saw a clue.

  The bronze fire gun had an unusually dense line pattern on the hammer, which was not visible if you didn't look closely. Liu Zhen estimated that this was probably another magic array diagram, but he didn't know what kind of array it was.

  Currently, the records of the war between gods and demons are vague and many details have been omitted. Most of them only tell the stories of great heroes and brave warriors. As for the bronze fire gun invented by Gablin, the master of the earth spirits, and Dorg, the master of the dwarves, due to the distortion of rumors, the illustrations in the "Ritual Classics" were even exaggeratedly painted by artists as a trumpet-shaped muzzle.

  As a matter of course for a human mage who has made an enemy of the ritual, Liu Zhensheng knew that if the hammer was indeed using magic arrays, then this casting technique could only be described as unbelievable and divine.

  The magic circle diagram has a huge repulsive effect on metal, making it extremely difficult to manufacture a magical weapon. A qualified human mage alchemist can produce only three to five magical weapons in a year, which is already considered quite impressive.

  To draw a magic circle pattern on such a huge war hammer, if there is no master craftsman with superb casting skills and simultaneously proficient in magic, it would be simply a fool's dream.

  That year, the Demon Clan suddenly attacked the Aegean mainland. The Dwarf Master Gablin and the Dwarf Master Dogen only took two years to form the ancient dwarf firearms team, which was a whole 100 guns! And they had to match the corresponding gunpowder!

  Liu Zhen looked at the bronze fire gun in front of him and couldn't help but pay his deepest respects to the two great masters from 10,000 years ago.

  As for what kind of magic array was on the hammer, Liu Zhen had a guess in his heart. To verify his idea, Liu Zhen picked up a small stone and carefully carved it into an egg shape with his dagger. He inserted it into the barrel of the bronze fire gun and tried to pull the trigger. With a "click" sound, the stone flew out, and there was a slight noise in the barrel, possibly due to poor matching with the rifling.

  Liu Zhenhong fired a shot at the snow-covered ground, and a strong gust of wind burst out of the barrel, clearing a patch of about five feet in diameter on the snowy ground. The snow powder was blown everywhere, and even a few pebbles hidden under the grass roots were blown away, rolling and flying around.

  It was indeed a wind system magic array. Liu Zhen was secretly pleased with his own cleverness, guessing that the pattern on the hammer was a wind system magic array, and the few large, pure gemstones inlaid on the bronze gunstock were probably the magical amplifiers supporting the operation of the miniature magic array.

  The ingenious design of this bronze firearm also shows how rich the Aeolian elemental tide was during the Great War of Gods and Demons. Even the dwarves, who were not very good at sensing elemental powers, could create such exquisite magical equipment back then, it's really moving.

  Currently, the Aegean continent is in a low tide of elemental chaos. On such a small anvil, engraving a micro-scale wind system magic array, looking at the current Aegean continent, even if it's claimed that the human nation's best magical alchemist, Master Eimaru, absolutely doesn't have this skill.

  This kind of mulberry copper bullet is also exquisite, with no welding or stamping marks on the surface, round and smooth, as if born naturally.

  I really don't know how the gunpowder is loaded into the noodles.

  Liu Zhen was a bit worried, what if the Razor Mountain Goblins were not easy to deal with? What if another genius like Master Jia Bulin appeared?

  Out of caution, Liu Zhenlei didn't dare to let a bear spirit slave cut open a copper bullet with a dagger, wanting to take a closer look at its internal structure. His caution proved to be correct.

  The bear-like creature slave only held a dagger against the copper bullet and cut it with one knife, but it was only halfway through when the copper bullet suddenly exploded, startling everyone.

  The flying shrapnel had embedded itself in the wretched bear's face, covering it with blood. It looked as if the young master had used a dense formation to slap him in the face, his entire face was covered in bloody holes, and he seemed unlikely to survive.

  Liu Zhen was truly baffled - could it be that this copper bullet actually had a contact explosion function? In this cold weapon era, the world still had more advanced explosive technology than the 7.62mm caliber bullets used on the Nanjiang battlefield?

  What a thrilling battle it was, and yet not one soldier died. Who would have thought that in the end, one of them fell just to dissect a copper bullet? It's really hard for Liu to accept this.

  After a brief moment of thought, he tried again in a different way. He had a bear-like slave wear three layers of armor and smash the copper bullet against a stone with increasing force, using about thirty pounds of force when it exploded again. The flame flashed, and the stone on the ground was immediately blasted out of a large piece, with cracks all over, and the copper fragments that were blown open by the copper bullet were densely embedded in the first layer of armor worn by the slave, with pieces of varying sizes neatly embedded in half, making his whole body look like it had goosebumps.

  It turned out that it relied on the explosive force of copper bullets to penetrate armor and then rely on shrapnel to kill. Liu Zhen was suddenly enlightened.

  However, the power of this bullet is still quite frightening. The explosive penetration force is enough to match Vie's strength. Liu was shocked and speechless. Korina had a turtle shell shield and was born with stone skin, but she still fell under this bullet, showing how formidable this copper bullet is.

  What if the dwarves of Razor Mountain were equipped with a single ancient power rifle? Not to mention the kingdom, even if they wanted to sweep across the continent, it would be impossible! Liu Zhen was sweating coldly and wondering secretly, how did these exquisite bullets come into being? Did the great master Gabrin of the ancient earth spirit have such great ability? And with such great ability, why did the earth spirit tribe end up in this state?

  Aegean continent! You really have too many secrets! Old Liu sighed.

  Musketeer Adou interjected, "Why didn't the dwarves use crossbows back then? Isn't this complicated setup just to shoot out copper bullets and make them explode?"

  "Fool, it's because the gemstone on the rifle stock has lost its magic, unable to provide enough power for the miniature wind system array. That's why these copper bullets only have a range of 150 meters. The ancient dwarven riflemen, their range was as high as several thousand meters, otherwise how could they snipe flying magical flight squads in mid-air?" Liu Zhen's eyes flashed with an almost imperceptible glint, despite his calm demeanor.

  Xun Ren ADou was led by the lord and suddenly had a bit of a red face, he felt that the lord had a prejudice against the slingshot.

  "Here you go." Liu Zhenhong handed Adou a deerskin pouch filled with copper bullets.

  "Master's reward, aren't you going to thank him quickly?" Vieira looked at Adou with a bit of complaint, who was staring blankly with a silly expression.

  "Never mind!" Liu Zhen shook off the musk deer that was about to kneel down, patted its shoulder: "Later at Razor Mountain, you have time to use a slingshot to shoot these copper bullets and show me the effect.

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  The mountain dances with silver snakes, and the plain gallops with wax elephants.

  On the left is the frozen Sanggan River, and on the right is a dense forest of conifers wrapped in silver, bursting with a hint of green, over 100 meters high, standing alone in the blinding snowstorm.

  Backed by the towering Tumurjay Massif, Razorback Mountain is a prominent landmark in the wilderness.

  This massive barren hill, also composed of red soil, is a gift from heaven to the earth spirits. The cliffs surrounding it are as steep and precipitous as if cut by an axe or knife, while the 50-meter-wide mountain road winds down like a rainbow, forming a gentle slope of about 45 degrees.

  Liu Zhen looked far away at the mountain top, where a fence made of original wooden stakes and a large gate with copper rivets were covered in snow.

  The crenellations of the battlements and the high corner towers, the arrow towers were all covered with a layer of white snow. There were sentries patrolling.

  The bugle sounded mournfully.

  A large group of Mongol warriors trudged through the snow, clearly not here to sightsee or compose poetry. On the parapets and battlements of Razor Mountain, a row of grey eyes gleaming with hostility appeared in unison.

  How great it would be if I could summon my whole person infinitely! Liu Zhen looked at the steep mountain path and let out a long sigh.

  "What's going on?" Vieille wiped a bit of frost from his eyebrows, looked at the canvas cover on Razorback Mountain, and then looked at his boss.

  "If you were occupying this terrain, how would you deal with your enemy?" Liu Zhen asked him back.

  "I'll use abatis and rolling stones, then have the archers on the corner towers cooperate in battle, if there are cavalry units. We can also launch a countercharge at the right moment. On a mountain road like this, give me enough abatis and rolling stones, with just one hundred-man squad, conservatively speaking, I can defend against two regiments' rotating charges within a day..." Vieri said.

  "Unfortunately, there are still a thousand adult warriors in the Jie tribe. The old, weak, women and children may add up to another seven or eight thousand, what about us?" Liu Zhen asked with a bitter smile: "Just these 250 people! Basically, it has already included the most excellent warriors of Feicui."

  "My words are not yet finished," said Vieri, "If it were to defend on this terrain under the command of Lord Commander of the Phalangite warriors, even if you give me a legion, I have no confidence."

  "What are we waiting for? Their fancy boards, rolling stones and wooden bars are nothing. The logs we normally push around are definitely heavier than their wooden bars, and our stone dumbbells are certainly heavier than their rolling stones," said Gu De.

  "We must go up at all costs. If there are no conditions, our militia will create the conditions to go up!" Belami and Pan Sui said with a complacent smile, wearing the same pants.

  "I think it's still better to take by strategy." Hippopotamus poet O'Neill had a slightly different idea.

  "Take the Razor Mountain?" Liu Zhen was stunned and lost his smile: "How to take the method? There is no way to go up here, the entire Razor Mountain is piled up with red soil, the hardness is far from enough, bare-handed climbing such a 90-degree cliff, according to your weight, most of you will end up being smashed to death."

  Guo Guo stood on Liu Zhen's shoulder, flapping his small arms and making a flying motion.

  "Obisuraqi, I'm not really a dragon worshiper, what can I fly with?" Liu Zhenshen laughed.

  "It would be great if the boss had a dragon as a magical pet." Each of the militiamen secretly sighed in their hearts. The fruit was good, but it was really too small.

  "There's something I forgot to tell you all." Liu Zhensheng said with a fierce tone, "Actually, today I didn't really intend to attack Razor Mountain either. I just planned to make a fake attack, and I just wanted to see how many dwarf firearms these earth spirits had."

  "What if they really have a Gatling gun?" O'Neill asked, blinking his big round eyes.

  "It also depends on the quantity, in my estimation, not many of these ancient dwarven firearms would have been passed down to today." Liu Zhen said: "It's best if it's like I imagined, if the earth spirits really master the technology of casting ancient dwarven firearms, we'll only have one choice left - to run away."

  The militiamen suddenly felt that their boss had become timid, which was not like his personality.

  "Help me prepare my armor, I want to make a charge and try it out, just by myself." Liu Zhen's eyes narrowed as he gazed intently at the earth spirits on Razorback Mountain from amidst the heavy snowstorm.

  The armor was layered in three, with rattan armor inside, a layer of copper armor stripped from the body of a giant badger on the outside, and the heaviest bear armor from the cave bear on the outermost layer, plus a gigantic bronze helmet with horns.

  The militiamen looked at their boss and found that his appearance was similar to a small version of Yun Qinjin.

  "Don't even mention the dwarven fire cannons, I'm afraid even the dragon itself would be no match. Absolutely couldn't harm the boss." O'Neill had another urge to recite poetry. Just these three layers of armor, the total weight was already at least 1,500 pounds, and adding that wolf-tooth club was over a thousand more pounds. Looking at the boss's carefree and agile appearance, even the mighty mammoth warrior couldn't help but be tongue-tied.

  Imagining the boss's robust muscles that could only leave a few fine scratches from the copper bullets, everyone felt a little terrified.

  What made them even more desperate was that the boss had actually entered a state of self-indulgent madness. Vieli was on the side, using his head fiercely, treating self-indulgent madness as if it were a meal, and Bimon saw it for the first time.

  As for those who have entered a state of frenzy, it is unheard of and unseen that they can still be cheerful and carefree.

  The cave bear's heavy armor was a bit too long, so Liu Zhenyong ripped off the excess part. The cow tendon used as a noose became as fragile as a reed in his hands.

  Liu Zhen, wearing three layers of heavy armor, tucked Guo into his arms, picked up a three-edged demon-slaying spear with his right hand and held the rod in his left. He sprinted up the mountain path, his running posture not hindered by the heavy equipment, looking from afar like a hunting leopard.

  Two hundred and fifty yards of mountain road ran to two-thirds. The gate of the fence on the top of the mountain suddenly opened, and a huge log was piled up like a mountain, tied tightly with mountain vines, and stacked neatly behind the gate of the fence, one yard at a time. In front of the log pile was the downhill slope.

  A burly earth spirit officer, wielding a massive yellow sword in both hands, swung it into a semicircular arc and slashed down at the tree trunks bound with vines. A deafening crash shook the air as the logs tumbled and bounced down the steep mountain slope like liquid mercury, sending snow swirling around them. The thunderous roar was accompanied by waves of snowflakes dancing in the air, and the powdery mist was blown away by the biting wind, leaving behind a veil of fog that seemed to have lost its way.

  There were over a hundred logs, and the originally narrow mountain path was instantly blocked. Liu stood in the middle, thrusting the three-pronged demon-hunting spear deep into the ground, leaving only a short handle exposed. He grasped the iron stake tightly with his hand, allowing the rolling logs to continuously collide with him as he crouched there.

  Each trunk was at least as thick as a man's embrace, and under the guidance of the gravitational force of the earth, one after another slammed onto Liu Zhen's body, some were knocked flying, some got stuck there, and slowly slid on the snowy ground, changing direction, vertically sliding down.

  Every time the original wood hits the lord, the militia's eyebrows jump up, this scene is really spectacular, it makes people think of a Mongolian proverb - Green Party blocks the car.

  The militiamen had always thought that the clever lord would come up with some good way to avoid this huge log, and never expected the lord to use such a direct method - brute force!

  It's a great way to roll down the mountain, but this method is indeed not bad on such an uphill road from bottom to top, provided that you are strong and tough enough.

  Several careful militiamen noticed that the boss was crouching on the ground, and was also cleverly using his shoulders to pry open these wooden planks. The huge wooden planks and his copper armor "clanged" incessantly, producing a loud crashing sound, but he couldn't budge an inch.

  The earth essence warriors were also a bit flustered, thinking that this arrogant Bimon would definitely be rolled into a pancake. But unexpectedly, after the barrage of attacks ended, this guy stood up from the ground as if nothing had happened.

  The gate closed quickly, and countless long-range attack weapons fired chaotically at Liu Zhen, the whizzing sound of breaking through the air causing even the snowflakes in the sky to vibrate.

  Liu Zhen took some time to pull the three-pronged hunting spear out of the ground, doing it with ease and confidence, just like an excellent gardener plucking his own carefully cultivated flowers.

  Liu Zhenhong took a step back, buying time with the arrows and hand axes, and continued to retreat step by step. The tense horn sounded urgently, and the heavy footsteps came continuously, while the authoritative voice of reassigning tasks also sounded on the fence.

  Liu Zhen was skeptical that the bandits were so stupid, so he walked more cautiously, afraid of suffering a loss if he wasn't careful.

  Worry was not unnecessary, just as Liu Zhen was slowly dodging the last few wooden bars, the large gate in the center of the fence opened again, and five small cars covered with oilcloth appeared mysteriously in everyone's sight with the help of dozens of earth spirits.

  "What is this thing?" Vieille stared blankly for a long time, and really couldn't see what was hidden under the oilcloth, but one thing was certain, it was absolutely not some kind of good intention.

  The oilcloth was lifted, revealing a four-wheeled carriage made entirely of wood. The square shape was somewhat cute, and the wooden panel on the side facing the slope was filled with bronze blades that emitted a chilly aura.

  "Look out!" Liu Zhen just knew something was wrong. The blade of this wooden cart was sharper than anything, and on a downhill slope it would come crashing down, using the force of its wheels to strike with devastating effect. It wasn't hard for Old Liu to imagine what would happen if he were hit by such a thing - this vicious device was clearly the ultimate defense mechanism for guarding this slope. The cart hadn't even started rolling yet, but just thinking about it made Liu Zhen's heart feel a chill.

  Before he could make another move, this batch of sleds roared down the mountain road like a train, with five sleds lined up in front and back. Except for one that took a detour and rolled down the hillside, four sleds rushed straight towards Old Liu on the mountain path.

  Liu Zhen didn't get stupid enough to crash head-on with this blade car! Fortunately, he still had a three-edged demon-hunting gun in his hand. Liu Zhen immediately threw away the wolf-toothed club and opened up a flower of guns, charging forward to meet the sliding blade car.

  The three-edged demon spear temporarily became a crowbar for him, stabbing one and swinging another, the curved long handle was bent by him and then straightened again. One after another, the sliding blade cars were thrown away by him as if he were tossing a cheese wheel with ease.

  The goblins' astonishment had just appeared on their faces when the fourth glider was also lifted into mid-air, and Liu's three-pronged demon-hunting gun could no longer withstand such intense torture, "crack" and it broke into two pieces.