Light the fuse.
The fuse caught fire.
Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang.
A plume of smoke rose.
The bullet flew out.
However, Jiang Tian's musket was too far from the tree, and the bullet missed.
Seeing that the bullet had missed, Jiang Tian shook his head: "Trash, this thing thinks it can fight me?"
Although Jiang Tian thought the matchlock gun was trash, the warriors of the Nalan tribe looked at each other excitedly.
Nalan Jingyu was so happy she almost jumped for joy.
"My benefactor, I knew it! You are incredibly powerful."
“Benefactor, teach us how to make such a big commotion with these guns. With these guns, we will no longer be afraid of those blond devils.”
"We have more than 1,000 of them, which can arm more than 1,000 warriors at once."
"To make this gun shoot far and accurately, you need gunpowder."
Jiang Tian glanced at Nalan Jingyu: "Do you have sulfur here?"
The other person shook their head; they had no idea what sulfur was.
Do you have saltpeter here?
The other person shook their head again.
The third thing, you don't need to ask.
To prepare gunpowder, you need sulfur, saltpeter, and charcoal.
Then mix these three ingredients together in a ratio of 1:2:7.
This allows for the preparation of the initial gunpowder.
Jiang Tian glanced at the carriages not far away, and then at the gold ornaments hanging around the necks of the people.
"I do have sulfur and saltpeter, but these things cost money."
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