The Deputy General in charge of this position rushed over, pried the gunport open with his bare hands, and pulled the shell out from inside. The shell's powder chamber was already blackened by Dao Fire, yet it had not fired.
He tore the shell open on the spot, grabbed a handful of the white granules inside and sniffed them, and his face changed immediately.
The Deputy General flew into a rage, seized a Confucian Scholar beside him in one grab, and roared, "What's wrong with this batch of shells!? So many won't go off, and some even blow the barrels! We've already lost three guns in this battle! Look at this—is this gunpowder? What the hell is this stuff! We're fighting with our heads hanging by a thread in front, and the Academy gives us shells like this?"
