Chapter 237: Dwarf Firearm

Tremble!

Both legs are shaking, and the heart is shaking too.

The squad leader now actually feels as if he is facing the Zhenhai King.

But there is still a difference: even if the Zhenhai King sits there silent, merely seeing him instantly triggers an instinctive fear of his power and status.

For Chen Shicheng, however, it is more about being stunned by killing aura, plus a bit of the scene's effect, and the bonus is huge.

Over a hundred people— even if the Japanese pirates are a bit shorter, each still weighs about 130–140 jin, so a hundred people amount to 13,000 jin, nearly six and a half tons of flesh spread flat within a radius of over a hundred meters, and the layers are already forming!

Blood permeates the sand, organs fill the crevices, and the slick, greasy sensation under his feet now— "I… I didn't mean that, it's just—"

The squad leader tries hard not to look at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood beneath his feet, striving to steady his emotions, "These Japanese pirates are only one squad; more are hidden nearby. We need to locate their base, or else more fishing villages will be slaughtered."

Hearing that, Chen Shicheng's hand that was reaching for a Japanese pirate's head froze instantly.

Although his killing eyes turned a bit bloodshot, he hadn't lost his reason; whether slaying a hundred people or finding the main force's location to annihilate it, he still knew what was more important.

Moreover, Chen Shicheng glanced sideways at the women he had shielded with a ground‑bound prison.

A fisherwoman who has spent her whole life following her husband, even though her heart for killing fish has grown as cold as a blade, has never truly seen bodies strewn everywhere.

Even though these dead were the chief culprits who slaughtered their fishing village, the women now huddle together like quails, their gazes at Chen Shicheng filled with fear, lest he continues his killing spree and wipes them out as well.

For a moment, Chen Shicheng felt a sudden lack of interest, and, irritated, lowered his hand.

At this point, the surviving Japanese pirates numbered fewer than a handful; after experiencing slaughter and futile pleas for mercy, the four remaining Japanese pirates now clung to a death‑wish.

But who could have imagined, when the gloom lifted, that the ruthless ruffian before them would actually spare them; relaxed, his legs went limp and he sat directly on the ground, utterly indifferent to the fact that beneath him lay the shattered corpses of former comrades.

Yet before they could catch their breath, a dozen blade auras flashed, instantly cutting off the four Japanese pirates' limbs.

Then a hazy green light enveloped them; the bleeding wounds healed instantly, yet no new limbs grew, and the four Japanese pirates turned directly into human‑boars.

"The living captive is yours; when you execute, don't hold back. If the person can't hold on, call me."

Chen Shicheng waved his hand, dispelled the ground‑bound prison, bent down, picked up a firearm‑like device, and turned to leave.

The squad leader's eyes lit up; he quickly ordered his subordinates—four to soothe the frightened women, the rest to carry the transformed human‑boars to a cleaner spot for interrogation.

The location was deliberately chosen, lest the interrogation noises disturb Chen Shicheng.

"What is this thing?"

Hui Siye saw that Chen Shicheng had regained his composure, his turbulent True Essence calming down, let out a long sigh, then noticed the equipment in Chen Shicheng's hand, quickly lifted it onto his shoulder, and examined it curiously.

"All beings are equal," Chen Shicheng paused, "At least it used to be."

After speaking, he used the Eye of Bai Ze to appraise the weapon's attribute.

【Dwarf Firearm: can load one metal projectile every three seconds, range eighty meters, deals fixed damage to the enemy.】 Chen Shicheng isn't particularly well‑versed, but having roamed the lands of Great Yu, he truly had never seen such a firearm before.

As a modern man, he inevitably likes guns, but only modern firearms; this kind is an entirely different matter.

He had just tested this thing; its power is quite good, but against strong opponents it feels rather weak.

He had seen popular science articles about such weapons on international forums; in terms of techniques, East Asian countries are generally a step behind Huaxia.

Thus, to even out the power gap, low‑level players generally use this fire pistol to level up, barely catching up with Huaxia players.

Moreover, this fire pistol fires metal projectiles; their speed is comparable to bows and crossbows, but because the projectiles are smaller, they are far more concealable than bows.

"This ranged weapon is indeed delicate; an ordinary soldier with a little training can become combat‑effective," Hui Siye said thoughtfully, nodding.

"Convenient, yes, but its attack effect is almost nil for a master."

Chen Shicheng recalled the Japanese pirate gunmen's procedure, clumsily jamming a projectile into the barrel, then using his right hand to block the muzzle and fire.

Boom!

With a huge blast, Chen Shicheng spread his right hand; the round metal projectile, still warm, lay on his hand, having flattened into a thin iron disc.

"This thing is indeed a toy for a master like you, but it's dangerous for people like us," the squad leader, having finished the interrogation at some point, arrived at Chen Shicheng's side with a murderous aura.

Without Chen Shicheng needing to prompt him, he voluntarily listed the intelligence gathered from the interrogation.

The plan to trace the main Japanese pirate force's garrison and wipe them out in one sweep fell through.

Not long ago, the Japanese pirate leader apparently received some news and resolutely broke the army into smaller units.

There were as many as seven or eight thousand ashigaru and artillerymen, all scattered into hundred‑person squads to act freely; the Japanese pirate squad Chen Shicheng encountered was one of those scattered groups, while the general led a thousand‑plus elite force that has vanished.

Why they trekked thousands of miles onto Great Yu's land, the low‑rank soldiers had no clue; the general ordered, and they came.

"So, this region is now littered with hundred‑person Japanese pirate squads, and their operational range is expanding; nearby fishing villages could face total annihilation at any moment?" Chen Shicheng frowned after hearing.

"Exactly."

The squad leader, a bit anxious, raised his hands, "Time is pressing; forgive my rudeness, I will withdraw now to report the news to the Prince."

"Wait a moment."

Chen Shicheng called the squad leader back, "First, take the abducted women back and settle them; I can't handle that. Second, do you have a local map? Give me a copy, preferably with the nearby fishing villages marked."

"You want—" the squad leader's face lit up with pleasure.

"Exactly, deliver the Buddha all the way west; we can't abandon it halfway."

Chen Shicheng nodded, reached for the map the squad leader handed over, then waved casually, signaling them to leave quickly and not disturb him here. (End of chapter)