Chapter 300 Giving Qin Qian a pistol
Qin Qian seemed to know how absurd this decision was.
After seventeen years of living a life of luxury and privilege, he now wants to give up his noble status and become a commoner.
To everyone else, this was no different from going crazy.
But on that day on the battlefield, he was hit by three arrows. If it weren't for the bulletproof vest, he would have died for his country long ago.
What flashed before his eyes at that moment was not the throne.
It was at that moment that he realized what he truly wanted.
So after returning, he chose to silently endure the pressure and schemes of the Crown Prince.
He genuinely felt that this constant scheming and back-and-forth, this cycle of killing each other, was utterly meaningless.
It would be more meaningful for him to go to the village to collect vegetables.
Qin Qian brewed another pot of tea. He lowered his eyes and looked at the tea leaves floating in the cup.
"I'm looking for the right opportunity, but not now."
He didn't say much, perhaps because he hadn't figured out what to do yet, or perhaps he knew that now was not the right time.
Jiang Linggang presented the gunpowder. Although the matter of gunpowder was not made public, Qin Qian, as a prince, naturally heard the inside news and knew that the Great Yu Dynasty was about to face a major war.
Jiang Ling sighed inwardly, knowing that he had made his choice, or rather, that fate had already made the choice for him.
She stopped talking about it and instead took out long, rectangular wooden boxes from her cloth bag and pushed them in front of him.
"Here, take this."
That was her main purpose in coming today.
Qin Qian took it with a puzzled look; it felt quite heavy in his hand.
Upon opening the wooden box, one finds an object with an exquisite design and a cold, metallic sheen.
What is this?
"This is called a pistol."
Jiang Ling asked Mo Chen to buy these in modern times. There were two in total, and Jiang Ling kept the smaller one for herself.
"This is a weapon that can take a person's life instantly from a hundred meters away."
Upon hearing this, Qin Qian's expression instantly turned serious.
Jiang Ling explained succinctly, "Although its power is not as great as gunpowder, it is superior in terms of concealment and speed, making it the best for self-defense. In a critical moment, it might even save your life."
Qin Qian carefully picked up the pistol from the rectangular box. It was cold and heavy to the touch. He examined it closely but dared not make a move.
Jiang Ling took out a box of bullets from the cloth bag and demonstrated to him smoothly how to load, chamber, and aim the bullets.
"Simply load the bullets into the magazine, push the magazine into the gun, and pull the trigger. I've prepared fifty rounds for you, enough for any emergency."
Qin Qian held the pistol, but still didn't know where to start.
Jiang Ling stood up and gestured for Qin Qian to get up as well. "Talking is useless. I'll teach you how to use it. Find a safe place."
Qin Qian immediately understood and led her to a more secluded side room inside the study. The room was well soundproofed, and the window faced the spacious inner courtyard.
Jiang Ling first gave a brief explanation of the names and functions of the various parts of the pistol, and then began a practical demonstration.
Her tone was serious, and her movements were steady. "Watch carefully. First, make sure the muzzle is always pointing in a safe direction. Release the safety... then load the bullet like this. Chamber it, like this, a click means the bullet is in place and ready to fire."
She handed the loaded pistol to Qin Qian, then stood slightly behind him. "You try it out. Grip it firmly, keep your wrist steady, bend your arms slightly, and aim at the target."
Qin Qian was, after all, a martial artist and a veteran of many battles, possessing an innate sensitivity to weapons.
He gripped the pistol as instructed, and the cold touch and heavy weight made him shudder.
Following Jiang Ling's instructions, he adjusted his posture and aimed at a lone, withered tree in the distance outside the window.
Jiang Ling carefully observed his movements, occasionally stepping forward to gently adjust the angle of his wrist or the position of his shoulder.
His fingertips occasionally brushed against the back of his hand or arm, carrying a slightly cool body temperature, yet Qin Qian felt that the skin there was somewhat hot.
"Now, pull the trigger."
Qin Qian focused all his attention and did as instructed. He slowly increased the pressure with his fingertips and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
A crisp yet extremely penetrating bang suddenly exploded out!
The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally sharp, causing his eardrums to ring slightly!
Almost at the same moment the gun fired, the dead tree he was aiming at suddenly trembled!
Amidst the exploding sawdust, a clear hole instantly appeared in the center of the branch, piercing right through it!
Qin Qian's pupils suddenly contracted!
What... what kind of power is this?!
Having practiced martial arts for many years and seen powerful bows and crossbows, he knew how much arm strength and precision it took to shoot an arrow into wood. Now, he simply pulled the trigger and the arrow pierced straight through cleanly and efficiently!
If this were to hit a person... Qin Qian felt a chill run down his spine, and he could almost imagine how terrifying that scene would be!
He slowly lowered his gun-wielding arm, but his gaze remained fixed on the hole from which wood chips were still falling, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
Jiang Ling had just said, "From a hundred meters away, it can take a person's life in an instant." Although he believed it, he had no direct experience of it.
Seeing it with my own eyes now, I understand the true value of those words.
Jiang Ling took in all his reactions. Modern people are shocked by the power of a pistol, let alone people from ancient times.
Jiang Ling whispered a warning: "This power far surpasses any weapon of this era. It can save lives in critical moments. But precisely because of this, it must be used with caution."
Qin Qian took a deep breath and replied in a deep voice,
"I see."
She always did this, offering the most timely and heartwarming support when he needed it most.
She has been helping him time and time again, providing him with provisions from the frontier, warm clothing, and life-saving armor.
But he had nothing to give back to her.
All my words can be summed up in two simple words: "Thank you."
Jiang Ling sighed, her tone becoming serious:
"Three days from now, I will be setting off with Jiaojiao's marriage procession."
Qin Qian paused, his hand holding the wooden box pausing, before he understood why she had suddenly given him such a powerful weapon.
"The journey is long and deep into the heart of the Great Sheng Dynasty, fraught with uncertainty. While feigning death to escape is a good plan, it is fraught with risks. Why take such a risk..."
Jiang Ling shook her head, her tone firm: "The plan requires someone to be on-site to make arrangements and ensure everything goes smoothly."
She was the one who came up with the plan; she wanted to be on-site to help Cheng Jiaojiao move smoothly.
Moreover, she felt that she was involved in too many things in the Da Yu Dynasty, so it would be good to avoid it for a while.
Seeing Cheng Jiaojiao safe and sound is her biggest wish right now.
Once Cheng Jiaojiao is settled, she might reduce her time in Dayu Dynasty.
Qin Qian remained silent.
Based on recent events, he seemed to have guessed Jiang Ling's thoughts.
He knew he couldn't stop it, nor could he accompany him.
The capital is fraught with unpredictable events, and he must stay to face the impending storm.
"Be careful in everything. Come back safely." A thousand words ultimately boil down to this simplest, yet most weighty, admonition.
Jiang Ling was very disappointed that he had just returned and she had to leave again.
She also wanted to catch up with Qin Qian. She missed the days when Qin Qian pretended to be the young owner of the restaurant and came to Jishui Village to collect vegetables. Those were carefree times, and everyone was very happy.
"You too. Take care of yourself."
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