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Chapter 154 Haha... hiccup
In order to let the capital crocodiles enter the market, Allen temporarily arranged a muscle-brightening link to let businessmen from other towns know the terrifying military power of Tomorrow Town, so that they can trade with confidence.

As for Wangcheng's response, Allen said it was completely true.

The opponent's combat mode is in the era of cold weapons, and the production of muskets in Tomorrow Town has reached a certain amount, and the Lion Heart Kingdom is destined to fail.

Tomorrow Town is no longer a pawn on the chessboard, but a violent existence that can sit on the chess player's seat and overturn the chess table.

He doesn't need to hide any more, now he can warn Wang Cheng nakedly, don't move around, be careful of musket headshot warning!
Glick stood out, his indifferent expression offending the nerves of some orcs in green uniforms.

"Hmph!" Ivan shouted his password with a cold face, ordering everyone to assemble and line up.

The cat-eared orcs in green uniforms instantly changed formation, forming six rows of musket formations.

Ivan inspected each orc with his eyes, walked quickly to the side, and found that each orc was very neatly arranged, and it was unbelievably straight.

He nodded with satisfaction, put his feet together, and saluted Allen:
"Report, whether to shoot!"

"Permission to shoot!" Allen nodded.

Ivan turned around and shouted loudly: "All reload!"

There were 60 cat orcs lined up this time, with ten people in each row. The cat-eared orcs in the first row removed the three-edged bayonet first, and then took out the paper shell bullets from the bullet bag.

They opened their mouths, quickly tore a corner of the paper bag with their sharp teeth, poured a small amount of gunpowder into the medicine pool of the flintlock gun, and then stuffed the gunpowder and the projectile into the barrel of the gun.

dong dong.

The lion people watched the orcs stick their long sticks into the barrels of the [-]mm right-caliber guns, as if they were pounding what had just been inserted.

"What are they doing?"

The lions were puzzled at first, but gradually began to feel amused, thinking that the other party was playing with a toy.

Glick stroked his beard. He was a little nervous when he heard Ivan and Allen mention shooting at the same time, but when he saw sixty pikemen messing around, he thought the other party was fooling him.

No matter what you do with that long iron pipe, it is impossible to shoot at a target tens of meters away.

In less than 15 seconds, the awakened people in the first row had squatted on the ground, leveled their flintlock guns, and after a second of preview, they all reported that the preview was complete.

"The first row is ready!"

"The second row is ready!"

"The third row is also ready!"

"Are they fucking toys, lol... hiccup!"

Most of the Lions laughed out loud watching their continuous counting movements.

But in the next second, Ivan shouted to shoot, the flames and gunshots exploded, and the smiles of the lions suddenly froze.

Bang bang bang bang!
The flintlock guns in the first row fired ten times in a row, and the flames suddenly appeared, making a loud gunshot.

bang bang bang-

The muskets in the second row also erupted with bright flames for a moment, and the strange sound of ten consecutive gunshots pierced into the ears of the lion people, making their eyes widen.

The musket formation formed by Ivan is a formation of six consecutive firing muskets. The third row followed by the second row fired a second later, and squatted down immediately.

The fourth row, the fifth row and the sixth row fired one after another, forming a tight and continuous linear barrage, and the white smoke slowly lifted into the air with strange loud noises.

The lions didn't know what to do, and the hairs all over their bodies stood on end slightly.

When the six rounds of salvo were over, the lions looked at each other and found that everyone's tails had already been erected and they were nervous.

"What just happened?"

"That thing was so loud, I heard the harsh sound of objects breaking through the air."

"It's very fast, I can't see what that thing is at all, those iron cylinders are strange, adults be careful."

The Templar guards behind Glick quietly touched Glick's side, secretly protecting Mr. Glick.

"Don't worry, they don't dare to openly confront the Lionheart yet. Let's go see if that thing has been shot." Glick frowned and gestured so that the Templars wouldn't be overly nervous.

The distance of tens of meters is not too far, and Glick has already seen that the targets are the upper body plate armor of the soldiers.

At this time, Marianne was leading the way with a smile, wagging her proud cat's tail, and said, "You may not have felt deeply just now, but it doesn't matter. Let's get closer and see how those steel plate armor targets are doing?"

It was fine if Marianne didn't say it, but everyone was shocked when she said it.

"What did you say, the target plate armor in the distance is made of steel?"

"I guess it's an ordinary iron armor."

"What's the point of using steel? Can that thing penetrate?"

The lions bragged all the way, still feeling lucky, but the smiles on their faces gradually disappeared until they looked bitter.

"I... saw the big hole." The Templars widened their eyes, and they were the first to see the blurry big hole with good eyesight.

"Where is the big hole?"

"I saw it too. It seems that every piece of plate armor has a big hole in the helmet."

The lions approached the target, and finally saw the true face of the plate armor.

The dusty plate armor, the breastplate and helmet of the plate armor are branded with morning glory patterns and saltpeter patterns.

Glick looked at those lines, and immediately knew that these plate armors belonged to the original private army plate armor of 300 people, and the material was real steel, not ordinary iron.

Glick walked all the way and saw big holes in the helmets of each piece of plate armor.

When he saw the pattern of the lion's head, his face froze completely, and his voice was a little stuck: "This is the pattern of the king's city, the pattern of the lion heart king..."

The tails of all the merchants changed from slightly vertical to straight, with their hair blown out.

The pattern of the royal city is here, which means that the Templars from the royal city have all fallen, or they have surrendered.

"These big holes are fake, maybe they existed before?" The lion man was not reconciled, but hopeful.

Seeing this, Allen appeared with a smile, stretched out a hand, and took Minister Ivan's flintlock.

"Since everyone doesn't believe it, I'll just shoot on the spot. Let's see the power up close." Allen took out a paper-shell bullet from Ivan's bullet bag.

"Don't."

"We believed it."

The lions shook their heads quickly, fearing that Alan would take them as targets.

"No, you don't believe it." Allen reloaded quickly, tore the cardboard bullet in his mouth, loaded the primer, stuffed the gunpowder and the bullet, stabbed it quickly with the cleaning rod, and tilted the gun body.

Everyone didn't see him aiming, only saw him press the trigger directly.

boom!
The hearts of the lions missed a beat, and the blood flow became faster, and they all heard small thunders exploding in their ears.

And a plate armor on the opposite side of the gun suddenly trembled, bounced to fly two meters by itself without being touched by outsiders, then performed a parabolic falling motion with acceleration, and landed with a crash.

The lions waited for a few seconds. Seeing that the plate armor was motionless after landing, they spread their thick legs and formed a circle impatiently, looking at the plate armor's chest.

Looking at it, there is indeed a brand new big hole, the diameter of the hole is about the size of their thumb.

"This is plate armor, it's just pierced through."

A lion man in charge of the blacksmith business had a pale face and trembling body.

"Moreover, it is the royal army plate armor forged in Wangcheng, made of pure steel, and the quality is much better than the heavy armor of the private army." Glick looked at the big hole pierced by the bullet, and was in a daze.

Outside the crowd, Ivan took back his flintlock gun from Allen, and asked in a low voice, "Master Allen, they have been stunned by the flintlock gun, do they still need to use cannons to stand up?"

　Today is another day of the second shift, well, I haven't been very busy recently.

　　
　
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