Chapter 655: Chapter 47: Cannon Fodder Bootlicker in the Beast World Farming Novel

Otherwise, that strike just now would have been enough to blow his head apart.

After successful testing, the first batch of prototype guns in the Beast World went into production.

Of course, not everyone could use these guns.

After all, their focus was purely on lethality, making them prone to misfire, and if a misfire harmed the user, the damage wouldn’t be less than intentionally shooting at oneself.

So Jiang Lai entrusted this matter to Ah Hai, instructing him to select a group of strong beastmen to handle the firearms.

He also provided comprehensive training and warnings: unless in battle, they were not allowed to handle the firearms; never point the muzzle at their own people; always ensure the safety catch is on before firing; and even after using them, do not aim the muzzle at oneself.

Once they memorized all this, those male beastmen who were previously trained on crossbows began training on firearms.

The era of hot weapons had begun.

Every time a war broke out, the two clans would plant flags in their territories, signifying that the battle was only between the two clans and unrelated to other tribes.

Generally, other tribes would not intervene.

This time, the third tribe of the Eagle Clan faced off against the first tribe of the Snake Clan, a battle with seemingly no chance of victory, leaving the coastal tribes baffled.

It was obvious the Snake Clan came to steal salt, and at this point, other tribes took advantage of the situation.

Eagle Clan’s second tribe: "You can’t defeat the Snake Clan. Once you lose, you won’t be able to keep the salt factory either.

But our tribe can help you; we only want half of the salt from the factory. This way, you still have half left. What do you say?"

The first tribe of the Eagle Clan also came.

Their demands were even more outrageous: they wanted to manage the salt factory, with Jiang Lai only obtaining partial management rights, and the majority of the produced salt belonging to the first tribe.

These beastmen were not much different from the Snake Clan.

One robs openly, the other secretly.

They were sure the third tribe of the Eagle Clan would lose.

Everyone wanted to extort something from them.

After all, it depended on whether the third tribe wanted to lose everything or give up some to keep a bit.

The leader was a bit anxious.

After all, he had witnessed the power of the first tribe of the Snake Clan, which was indeed formidable.

Just their warriors, each transforming into bodies thicker than old trees, were terrifying enough, not to mention the numerous sea snakes carrying venom, making it impossible to guard against a deadly bite.

So he expressed his concerns to Jiang Lai.

"Why don’t we form an alliance with the second tribe, our chances of winning will be greater."

"No need. Just listen to me when the time comes, and we won’t suffer any losses."

Jiang Lai had never suffered any losses in his life.

"Besides, why do you think that once the second tribe helps us, other tribes will let us be?"

With wealth comes guilt, as long as there are good things, everyone wants a piece.

Once the first one succeeds, the second and third will follow.

No matter the second or third tribe of the Snake Clan, they all would swarm over us, and by then, not just the salt, but everything in the tribe would be plundered clean.

All tribes were observing.

Waiting to get a share.

Conceding now would be digging our own graves.

Hearing this, the Eagle Clan leader’s heart sank to the lowest point.

Jiang Lai was right, all other tribes were waiting to exploit them.

"Then what can we do? Even if we defeat the first tribe of the Snake Clan, if the other tribes come to fight, we will eventually lose."

Jiang Lai smiled, a hint of wildness and ferocity in his eyes.

"Then fight. Fight until the first tribe doesn’t even recognize their mother, until the other tribes dare not have any other thoughts about us, until they fear my name.

This will solve all the problems."

In the Beast World, you have to fight.

The stronger the Combat Power, the better.

After all, they were indeed brute, for this world worshipped Combat Power above all.

Therefore, after studying cold weapons, Jiang Lai continued to research hot weapons.

On the day of the great battle, the Eagle Clan’s leader was awakened by the deafening sound of war drums.

The tribespeople outside came scurrying to report.

"We, we are surrounded by the Snake Clan! Many brothers have already been... been killed!"

"What?!"

How could it be so soon?

The sky was still dark, and they launched a surprise attack?!

"Quick, quickly notify the New Tribe’s leader!! Gather all the warriors, light the torches!"

The Eagle Clan leader’s voice was stuttering as he hastily got out of bed and transformed back into his original form to fly down from the rocky wall.

During his flight, he overlooked the scene below, instantly spotting the densely packed Snake Clan on the beach, their tribe already surrounded with impenetrable tightness, the area around the saltworks in chaos.

The Eagle Clan can fly, so they did not worry about the Snake Clan’s attack.

But they had to protect the territory and the young—not to mention the now even more precious salt facility, containing enough stored salt to feed the entire tribe for a year. If it were stolen, he’d be infuriated.

While he was panicking, the beach suddenly erupted with thunderous blasts.

"Bang—!!"

"Bang—!!"

...

One after another, driving the already chaotic situation to an even more uncontrollable state.

Thick smoke mixed with the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the entire beach, and the Eagle Clan members hovering overhead were overwhelmed with disbelief at what was happening below.

From those dark iron rods, a stream of blazing iron pellets fired out, causing the targeted Snake Clan to collapse in droves, without exception.

Flames accompanied by white smoke, as the New Tribe people gathered around the saltworks, holding the iron rods, firing one shot after another, carving a bloody path through the densely packed Snake Clan.

Snake Clan members fell in large numbers, the severed snake limbs blasted by the iron shots nearly hitting the flying Eagle Clan leader.

He was stunned, almost forgetting to flap his wings.

This was the power of the gun he had learned about, but had never seen in action against their enemies.

The once arrogant Snake Clan now seemed like a pile of rotten vegetation, having numbers and venom but unable to get even a step closer to the saltworks.

With each shot, another burst of flesh and blood ensued.

Seeing this, the Eagle Clan leader shouted.

"Warriors, protect the saltworks!"

The situation was reversed!

Having lost so many at the onset of the war, the Snake Clan’s morale plummeted.

Meanwhile, in the Snake Clan’s command area at the rear, the leader’s expression was grim upon hearing the frontline reports, his face lined with vexation.

"The weapons in their hands are truly terrifying, being able to tear our tribesmen apart from such a distance, now we have suffered heavy losses; leader, what should we do next?"

The leader tensed his face.

This war was waged for two reasons: women and salt.

He was weighing whether continuing the battle was advantageous or disadvantageous to him.

At this moment, Mu Mianmian beside him made the decision for him.

"Continue fighting! I know what those are! Just firearms, they can only fire one shot at a time, as long as we charge fast enough and break through one point, they lose!"

Reloading takes time, not to mention the Snake Clan’s numbers surely exceed their ammunition supply.