To be on the safe side, Li Changâan had the assembled Rebel Army soldiers fall back.
This way, even if the crudely made cannon backfired, it wouldnât endanger the ordinary people nearby.
Wang Su and LĂŒ Changning, however, didnât retreat. Instead, they watched him with curiosityâor more accurately, they watched the strange iron contraption he was operating.
They were skilled in Martial Arts as well and could escape at the first sign of trouble.
LĂŒ Changning sniffed the acrid smell in the air and couldnât help but ask, "This smell... itâs a bit like saltpeter powder, isnât it?"
Saltpeter powder was this worldâs name for gunpowder.
Because Daoists often used it in alchemy to refine Elixirs, it had another name: Immortal Fire Powder.
Since Li Changâan had mixed in all sorts of other things, LĂŒ Changning found the smell faintly familiar but couldnât be entirely sure.
Wang Su, standing beside him, was clearly more experienced with alchemy. He just gave a slight sniff and said with certainty, "This is saltpeter powder. Are you planning to use it to start a fire attack? Not a bad idea, but since the Yan Residence is prepared for a siege, they wouldnât have left any kindling inside..."
âThat plan is doomed to fail!â
Wang Su didnât say that last part out loud, afraid of discouraging Li Changâan.
After all, for someone Li Changâanâs age, just thinking of a "fire attack" was a sign of a prodigy. There was no need to demand too much more.
After aiming the cannon, Li Changâan smiled and shook his head. "Not at all. This thing is a superweapon, powerful enough to change the very era!"
...
At the Yan Residence, men peered over the wall at the dark mass of the Rebel Army outside and the young man fiddling with something at the front of their formation.
Master Yan, Yan Runjiang, looked a little nervous. He turned his head to the man behind him and asked, "Lord Cao, our signal for reinforcements has been sent, hasnât it?"
When the local gentry had met, they had agreed on a strategy for mutual defense.
No matter which family the Rebel Army targeted, the others would spare no effort to send aid upon seeing the signal.
During the planning, everyone had been full of bravado, acting as if they could decimate the Rebel Army in a heartbeat. But now that they were actually under attack and surrounded by a sea of people, the pressure was entirely different.
No wonder Master Yan was sweating profusely, his nerves a wreck.
The man in black, whom he called Lord Cao, had a grim expression. He replied coolly, "The signal has been sent. Under normal circumstances, the others can complete their encirclement in about three days..."
As he spoke, he glanced at the still-uneasy Master Yan, frowning imperceptibly before adding an explanation. "Donât worry. Theyâre just a band of roving bandits. They havenât brought any siege weapons. Even if your âalliesâ donât come to help, they canât pose much of a threat!"
Lord Caoâs full name was Cao Tian. He was the head of the Sanhuang County Prison Control Department. When Sanhuang County fell, he happened to be out of town.
Cao Tian had been scared witless when he heard that Sanhuang County had fallen into the hands of the Rebel Army.
âThe county seat has fallen, yet here I am, a Small Banner Officer of the Prison Control Department, idling about outside... If my superiors find out, Iâll be skinned alive, even if they donât kill me!â
The Prison Control Department enjoyed extreme privileges.
But the punishments for making a mistake were often just as extreme.
In order to redeem himself, Cao Tian hadnât rashly returned to the county seat, nor had he dutifully returned to the prefectural city to accept his punishment. Instead, he had remained near Sanhuang County, waiting for an opportunity to retake it.
This way, even if the Prison Control Department did decide to punish him later, they might show leniency, seeing as he was trying to make amends.
Hearing his answer, the anxious Master Yan finally calmed down a bit.
After all, in the eyes of most ordinary people, the Prison Control Department symbolized absolute authority. As a Small Banner Officer, when Cao Tian spoke, his word was law.
After breathing a sigh of relief, and not wanting his subordinates to laugh at him, Yan Runjiang quickly forced a confident smile. He squinted into the distance and said, "Whatâs that kid fiddling with all by himself? He brought so many people but doesnât dare to attack. Is he a coward hiding in his shell?"
Hearing his question, a recruited veteran lying nearby burst out laughing. "Whether heâs a coward in his shell or not, weâre fully prepared. Weâve not only stockpiled several monthsâ worth of food and water, but weâve also cleared out all the flammable kindling from the residence. If they want to break in, they have no choice but to build siege engines on the spot and throw lives away to breach our walls!"
Another veteran nearby chimed in with a laugh, "That young punk must have realized that, which is why heâs hesitating!"
With several people confirming the situation, Yan Runjiangâs mood brightened completely. He chuckled, "If that rabble had attacked right after negotiations broke down, they might have had a chance to pick us off one by one. But now that weâve united, weâre fully prepared to put up a desperate resistance. I wonder if that young brat from the Rebel Army is regretting it bitterly now?"
At his words, the group of men roared with laughter.
They were clearly disdainful of Li Changâanâs baffling maneuvers from the past few days.
Just then, a dull THUD echoed from the distance. A round object flew high into the air and landed near the wall.
The laughter died instantly. Everyoneâs nerves tensed.
However, they stared at the round object for a long while, but none of the expected commotion occurred.
After a long, stunned pause, seeing that the strange projectile was indeed not dangerous, someone plucked up the courage to retrieve it. He fiddled with it for a moment before bursting into laughter. "That kid tinkered for ages just to send us *this*? Is he an idiot? All bark and no bite! This is hilarious!"
Everyone else immediately doubled over with laughter.
In a crisis, peopleâs nerves are often stretched taut. In such situations, emotional swings tend to be extreme.
A small disturbance could make them tense and hostile, while a trivial matter could send them into fits of laughter for no reason.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side, they watched the cannonball arc through the air and thud softly to the ground.
LĂŒ Changning was silent for a long moment before his lips twitched. "Thatâs your superweapon? Youâve got to be kidding us!"
Li Changâan felt a bit embarrassed. He rubbed his nose and said, "An accident. A complete accident!"
He had considered that this thing might fail at a critical moment, but he never expected the very first shot to be a dud.
Beside him, Li San, who was in charge of the work, flushed beet red and stammered, "Uh... well..."
Li Changâan glanced at him but didnât reprimand him.
After all, having a group of youths who only knew Martial Arts and farming design a cannon barrel was a foolâs errand to begin with. The fact that Li San and the others had managed to produce even a simple barrel was already quite impressive. To ask for more would be asking the impossible.
âIn the end, it all comes down to a lack of trustworthy talent under my command!â
Otherwise, he wouldnât have had to put his own disciple on the job.
With that thought, Li Changâan bent down again, took another cannonball from the crate, placed it into the firing apparatus, and lit the fuse.
"THUD!"
Another dull thud. The cannonball soared into the sky, tracing a parabolic arc before landing inside the courtyard.
But just as everyone thought this shot would be like the last, landing on the ground without a sound...
"BOOM!"
A massive explosion, loud enough to shake the heavens and the earth, ripped through the air!
...