There will be no more this book, six hundred years have passed in the Ping Zhou Dynasty, and no saltpeter or black powder formula has been found.

The final form of the musket in this book is the iron-core explosive arrow in the hands of the Pingming Kingdom Shenji Battalion.

Pingzhou's founding ancestor, the great god of crossing, did not make a musket, and the protagonist's memories of his previous life were flooded in like a dream because of the broken barriers of knowledge of the sea in this world. I could help, but I couldn't make a musket.

I thought it was so bleak that no one would ask questions.

Unexpectedly, the brother also asked and was moved.

Thank you for reading the book, if you like to read it, you will support it.

Thank you, hereby reply to this brother. (To be continued.) )