On August 22, in the Beidi grand encampment, Left Wise King Tuoba Lie stood inside the tent of the wounded soldiers, holding a blood-stained steel-core bullet in his hand. Under the flickering candlelight, the bullet cast a cold, sharp gleam; its tip was slightly deformed from impact, yet it remained as piercing as an awl.
"Just this little thing?" He narrowed his eyes, his thumb gently rubbing against the grooves of the bullet, his voice low and dangerous. "It actually pierced the leather armor of our Beidi warriors, shooting straight through both man and horse?"
Inside the tent, the shaman Erdeni knelt on the ground, his voice trembling. "Your Highness, this object is by no means an ordinary iron ball! This old servant dissected the bodies of three wounded soldiers and found that upon entering the body, the bullet did not pass straight through, but instead tumbled and tore, reducing the internal organs to pulp! Even if it misses a vital organ, the wounded will die of internal bleeding..."
Chapter 239