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Chapter 53: Firearms
“So that’s how it is… I didn’t expect such a thing to have happened.”
Owen nodded in understanding. He had finally grasped the full backstory behind the Sinking Sand Tribe’s forced migration.
“With such a deep-seated grudge, have you ever thought about taking revenge on the Black Wind Tribe and reclaiming your homeland?”
“Of course we have.”
Lusha replied, clenching his fists angrily.
“But right now, the Sinking Sand Tribe is down to just a few people. The road to revenge is still a long one. Our top priority is surviving the winter, then finding a new place to live.”
Even though he was furious at the Black Wind Tribe’s actions, Lusha hadn’t let hatred cloud his judgment.
For the sake of his tribe’s survival, his first concern was practicality, not vengeance.
“But what if I told you that I could help you defeat the Black Wind Tribe next year—and take back your lost homeland?”
Owen crossed his hands and placed them near his mouth, speaking with a deliberately mysterious tone.
“However, the condition is this: I need your loyalty. Chief Lusha, are you willing to do that?”
As soon as Owen said this, one of the elder lizardmen behind Lusha couldn’t help but step forward.
“Don’t be ridiculous! Even if the Sinking Sand Tribe wants revenge—”
Before he could finish, Lusha raised his hand to silence him. He shot a glance at the elder, signaling him to fall back and be quiet.
Lusha didn’t want to anger Owen—after all, they were still counting on human support to get through the winter with food and shelter.
“Forgive him. Most of my tribespeople are rather straightforward.”
“No worries.”
Owen said calmly, unfazed.
“As for your offer to help us defeat the Black Wind Tribe… Thank you for your kindness. But we can’t swear loyalty to you.”
Returning to the main topic, Lusha patiently explained his reasoning.
“Even if your knights helped us and we did manage to defeat the Black Wind Tribe, it wouldn’t be our own strength. Reclaiming our home with the help of outsiders would bring shame to us—and make other tribes look down on us. Plus, once your knights leave, we don’t have the strength to defend that home ourselves.”
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
Owen shook his head and clarified.
“I won’t be sending knights to help you. I’ll just be giving you weapons—so you can take your home back yourselves.”
“Weapons? Just us?”
Did he mean swords used by knights? Human weapons were indeed well-crafted, but his people weren’t used to wielding them. They were far more comfortable with spears.
Lusha looked at Owen suspiciously. It sounded like bragging. But Owen’s confident smile didn’t give off the sense that he was lying.
“Don’t worry. I won’t force you to swear loyalty.”
Owen said with a smile.
“In time, you’ll see the power of the weapons I possess.”
After Lusha returned to his tribe, Owen instructed Clive to post a public announcement in the town square—explaining that the lizardmen were being given shelter and would be joining the fight against the undead. This was to prevent panic when the townsfolk suddenly saw large numbers of lizardmen around.
Two days later, the lizardmen began relocating to the designated area that Owen had set aside for them to spend the winter.
Many townspeople came out to watch the migration out of curiosity.
Since humans and lizardmen weren’t familiar with one another, how to ensure peaceful coexistence throughout the winter was something both Owen and Lusha needed to carefully consider.
After settling the tribe’s housing situation, the Sinking Sand Tribe dispatched a squad of fifty lizardman warriors, led by Lusha himself,
They were stationed near the northern city wall alongside the militia to fight against the undead monsters.
This special unit was garrisoned right next to the militia camp, training alongside them to build camaraderie and mutual trust.
Additionally, since the militia’s training results were promising, Viscount Jarvis had the knights train with them as well.
A few days later, Owen suddenly recruited a group of skilled bow and crossbow hunters and formed a ten-man shooting squad.
He told them that their duties included shooting enemies from the northern city wall and learning to use a new type of weapon.
Furthermore, Owen also sent invitations to Viscount Jarvis and Lusha.
The test site for the new weapon was a spacious area behind the northern city wall, previously used by the militia for training.
At that moment, the militia were jogging laps around Bianshu Town. It had to be said—they were running more neatly by the day.
Upon arriving at the test site, Viscount Jarvis noticed that Owen and Mapel were each holding a strangely shaped iron rod, and Owen was explaining something to her and the hunters.
But judging by Mapel’s confused expression, it was clear she didn’t understand much.
Seeing that Lusha had arrived, Owen paused the explanation and called him over, asking about his situation with concern.
“Chief Lusha, how have you been settling in these past few days? Are you getting used to the fish from the Wei River?”
“It’s been fine. The fish tastes pretty good.”
Lusha replied.
In fact, lizardmen could eat human food, but they preferred fish, so Owen prioritized supplying that.
“That’s good to hear.”
Next, Owen gathered everyone around. Since Viscount Jarvis and Lusha had just arrived, he needed to re-explain things.
“This is called a ‘musket.’ Let me show you how to use it.”
He began with a demonstration: opening the powder chamber, pouring in gunpowder, sealing it, loading gunpowder into the barrel, inserting a lead bullet, ramming it down with a rod, aiming at the target, and finally pulling the trigger.
After several simulated demos, Owen handed the two muskets to Viscount Jarvis and Lusha, letting them familiarize themselves.
Unfortunately, there were only two muskets at present.
Once both men roughly understood how to operate the muskets, Owen had them conduct a live-fire test.
The target was already set up—a square iron plate fixed to the ground with wooden stakes, ten meters away, with several concentric circles drawn on it.
Following Owen’s example, Viscount Jarvis and Lusha prepared to fire: raising the musket, aiming at the plate, and pulling the trigger.
Bang! Bang!
Two thunderous explosions rang out, startling everyone present.
At first, many weren’t that impressed—they thought it was just loud noise. But once they walked up to the iron plate, they were all stunned.
There were two clean holes in the plate—clearly caused by the lead bullets piercing through.
In disbelief, Viscount Jarvis examined the iron plate. Its thickness was comparable to the armor knights usually wore.
Not only that, he tested the hardness of the plate and found it was reinforced steel—exactly the kind of material used in knightly armor.
This meant the musket’s power was strong enough to penetrate a knight’s armor! And even more shocking—ordinary people could use it!
If gunpowder had some limitations, then muskets completely narrowed the gap between commoners and knights or mages.
Once trained, an ordinary person could easily kill a veteran knight from a distance—even if he was wearing heavy armor.
Mages wouldn’t fare much better. The speed of a musket’s lead bullet far surpassed that of a fireball. As long as the user was quick, they could shoot first and kill a mage before they had time to cast.
Besides, fireballs didn’t even have the range of a musket.
As for magic barriers—they might stop arrows, but definitely not lead bullets with such destructive force.
After witnessing the power of the musket, Lusha finally understood why Owen had been so confident earlier.
If his people were equipped with these firearms, then maybe… just maybe… the Sinking Sand Tribe really could defeat the Black Wind Tribe.