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Chapter 241 Gunshots (The map of Tiger Country has been updated)

The bullets are supposed to be made of metal, why the bullets equipped with the new gun are stuffed with wooden stakes, Bell is puzzled.

He quickly climbed up the tree, sat next to Allen, opened his mouth, and wanted to ask Allen about the stake.

Allen made a silence gesture to signal Bell not to speak, Bell closed his mouth and swallowed what he wanted to say.

Bell pushed the leaves with his hands, and through the gaps in the trees, he could see the relatively flat grass on the leeward slope.

There are relatively few trees in this grassland, and the field of vision is wide. Wang Chengjun wielded his double axes and cut down a large number of branches. The lion soldiers carried the wood, erected fences on the spot, and built camps.

On the outskirts of the camp, there were still a large number of lion soldiers patrolling in armor, in groups of two, and a hundred groups of orcs patrolled seamlessly.

Bell had also seen Wang Chengjun's actions before Allen came. Reasonably, the opponent's military discipline is really not bragging, the execution is very high, and the defense is also very strict. The cat-eared orcs are not given a chance to sneak.

Of course, it is still daytime, and at night the vision is dim, and the cat clansmen will see if there is a chance.

If the other party sends hundreds of people to patrol seamlessly, no matter how strong the stealth ability of the cat tribe is, they will not be able to sneak into the camp.

To put it bluntly, their stealth is to use ambient light to hide themselves, and seize the fleeting opportunity to sneak into the dead corner of the enemy's surveillance.

"The defense is in place, and the opponent's commander must be a veteran." Allen muttered to himself.

Bell's cat ears moved slightly, nodded and said, "I saw several gray-haired old lion men inside. They should be retired generals of the older generation, and they have all been recruited now."

After listening to Bell's words, Allen silently aimed at the camp, looking for the old men with sharp eyes.

No one has fired yet, and the enemy doesn't know that he has entered the range of the rifled gun, and his vigilance has not been raised to the highest level.

Allen is waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the enemy's veteran general to take the lead, as long as he is given a second to two seconds, he can explode the opponent's head.

Bell was fidgeting, and after Allen was silent, the atmosphere gradually became depressed, which made Bell flustered, as if the castellan next to him was a murderous creature and could not be approached.

The two stood on the top of the tree, the terrain was much lower than the grass on the leeward slope, and the shooting angle was inconvenient. In addition, the enemy's garrison speed was very fast, and the general could not come out of the tent all the time.

No matter how strong Allen's concentration is, watching the initial construction of the enemy's fence, Allen couldn't sit still.

He could no longer see parts of the enemy camp, and other parts of the tents were not covered by fences, but it was only a matter of time.

Allen frowned. It was very inconvenient to hit a high place from a low place. He needed to change to a higher place.

But he went through the surrounding topographic map in his mind and found that there were no higher mountains nearby.

At this time, Bell also discovered that the tall wooden fence blocked part of the field of vision, making it impossible for the Musketeers to judge the position of the orcs of the Royal City Army, and strangled the method of musket assassination in the cradle.

As expected of a veteran general who has lived for decades... Bell sighed, and said in a low voice: "Master Alan, the mountain they chose is very particular, there is no higher mountain within 500 meters, so we Rifled rifle teams are in danger of being rendered useless.”

Allen was silent, tapping the butt of the gun lightly with his fingers, his eyes gloomy.

Hearing 500 meters, Allen's eyes brightened slightly, "If you don't have 500 meters, then go further."

"Ah?" Bell was stunned, what's going on, can he shoot the barracks even further away.

"Did the artillery come here too? But the enemy has a lot of troops. If the enemy charges desperately and takes the artillery away, we will suffer a great loss."

"I'm in charge of long-distance sniping. The guerrillas continue to look for opportunities to shoot and implement the sixteen-character policy. You pass the order."

After Allen finished speaking, before Bell could answer, he slammed the trigger.

The gunpowder in the barrel burns violently, releasing a large amount of gas, which is continuously compressed in the narrow space, pressing the wooden stake into the bottom cavity of the mini bomb.

The miniature bullet is squeezed by a huge force, the lead metal at the bottom of the bullet expands, and it tightly fits the five rifling lines of the barrel, sealing the gap between the bullet and the barrel, forming a closed space, and the bullet obtains unprecedented thrust and rotates rapidly along the predetermined rifling. Quickly out of the chamber.

boom!
The gun barrel spewed out fire, and the silver bullet flashed away. It passed through the gaps in the trees, pierced the air, and swished into the enemy camp, just in time to bump into a young general with half of his body exposed.

The young lion man is wearing plate armor, and the body of the plate is exquisitely carved with royal golden lion patterns.

Perhaps it was because of his arrogance, thinking that the enemy would not be able to break into the camp, the young member of the royal family leaned out half of his body and explained something to the guards. The process took only three seconds.

It was during these three seconds that his armor was stained red with blood, and the headless body fell straight up. The guard was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a terrified expression, and crawled into the tent, not daring to come out.

"What a powerful marksmanship!" Bell looked at the dead young soldier, secretly smacking his tongue.

Allen continues the legend of explosive head, no one can shake his marksmanship status!
"I'm leaving, remember to inform the guerrillas to follow the plan." Allen jumped off the ground and trotted away.

Bell was stunned for a moment, watching the rifled gun drift away, regretting why he didn't ask for an extra rifled gun just now.

……

Bang bang bang!

After Allen's shot, there were close shots in the woods, one shot after another, sometimes more than a dozen shots exploded at the same time.

In the camp, some patrolling lion men and lion soldiers carrying wood had their heads exploded, and the green grass was splashed with blood.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

"Be careful of the enemy! Be careful of the musket! All hide behind obstacles, don't be seen by the enemy!"

"Where are the sentinels, let them report the enemy's position!"

The lion man who picked up the wood looked terrified, dropped the wood and ran away.

The Lionman patrolling outside heard the gunshot, and saw a scene where a teammate was still joking one second, and turned into a headless corpse the next second.

Without saying a word, they ran wildly all the way, and ran behind the newly built wooden fence.

The lion soldiers who were patrolling farther away dodged nearby and hid behind the big tree, unable to hide.

The lions carried out the orders of the old general nervously and meticulously. They had seen the scene of musket shooting, and they were not scared to pee by the headshot of their teammates.

But when the firearms war broke out, the invisible threat of death made the lion soldiers feel like they were fighting, and the pressure was huge.

(End of this chapter)