The feather spear swung down as the monks pulled the trigger.
The reverse thorn claw loosened, the mountain copper spring emitted a whistling sound, winding the gears to push the firing lever forward in a frenzy.
Lead bullets rubbed and bounced up and down within the barrel, a trail of sparks chasing the firing pin, sliding within the barrel.
"Bang——"
A choir of thunderous roars from a hundred spring guns sung out, a hundred Holy Gunmen are jolted backward by the recoil.
Lead bullets roared out like an angry swarm of bees, slicing through air, flying towards the charging cavalry array.
Lead bullets emitted a sharp sound as they cut through air, forming a trajectory parallel to the ground, like a longsword sweeping horizontally through the charging cavalry.
The thumbnail-sized lead bullets pierced through 2-millimeter armor, penetrated battle dress, and bored into the layers of soft and pale skin.
