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Chapter 262 Beyond Visual Range Strike (Third Change)
The little artilleryman was overwhelmed with excitement when he saw Allen standing beside the rifled cannon.

This little artilleryman used to be a slave. He thought that coming to Tomorrow City would be the next dark labor. He didn't expect that slaves could be promoted by labor. It was true.

After a long labor, he was promoted to freeman, and in an open call, he signed up for artillery trial.

He thought that becoming a freeman was the most awesome thing in his life, and nothing better would happen, but he didn't expect that the trial training that he accidentally signed up for was successful, and he became a glorious artilleryman.

After military training, and now standing on the battlefield again, the little artilleryman Hawthorne finally met the great leader Alan.

"Master Alan, what you just said is really cool!" The artilleryman was so excited that his eyes lit up with little stars.

"It's nothing. What I said just now is a fact. Slaves are no worse than free people. In fact, there should be no class distinction between orcs. The gap between them may be a difference in knowledge."

Allen pointed to the brain, specifically to knowledge, not to anything like IQ.

"Yes, you are right!" Hawthorne didn't know how to answer, so he simply stood at attention and put on a military posture to express his admiration.

Allen shook his head secretly, this guy didn't listen at all, he just worshiped too much.

But it doesn't matter, he needs the people's personality cult to be too strong, only in this way can he concentrate power for construction.

There is a flaw in personality cultism. Its upper limit depends on Allen's decision-making. If Allen's decision is always correct, Tomorrow City will grow rapidly.

At that time, through biological research, the upper limit of human life span will be unlocked to eternity, and it will be no problem for Allen to take Tomorrow City all the way to the interstellar era.

"Master Allen, Lord Allen, are you going to shoot at an ultra-long range?"

The voice of artilleryman Hawthorne sounded, bringing Allen's thoughts back to reality.

"Well, adjust the direction of the muzzle." Allen nodded.

"We really want to fight, but we can't see the enemy, Mr. Allen." The artilleryman scratched his head, unable to adapt to this kind of beyond visual range strike.

In the direction Allen adjusted, there was a small hill that blocked most people's sight.

Beyond visual range strike, that is, the orcs strike targets beyond the line of sight.

Since the birth of the rifled gun, in the battles that can be counted by ten fingers, the rifled artillery found that they could not see the enemy at all when they struck.

"In the future, beyond-the-horizon strikes will become the norm, and you have to adapt." Allen said calmly, as if talking about an insignificant thing.

"But we can't see the enemy, so how can we shoot?"

"There are shooting angles and gunpowder filling tables for reference. If I am not present in the future, you will have to predict and shoot by yourself without my help in preview correction."

"When the resource of shells is abundant in the future, you artillerymen can practice precise strikes beyond visual range. Now that there are few shells, you don't need to practice. Just follow my instructions and fire."

Allen was talking about the future. Now that shells are scarce and waste is not allowed, the artillery naturally has no chance to train.

"Yes!" The artilleryman was a little confused, and also a little looking forward to the future war.

Hawthorne was very envious of those musketeers before. They could practice their guns with a fixed amount of bullets every day, and they also fired more than [-] rounds during the battle, which was very enjoyable.

Now hearing the cool vocabulary of "beyond visual range strike", the artillerymen also have their own sense of existence.

Allen touched the barrel of the gun with his hand, and began to use the full-level hot weapon shooting skill in his heart.

In front of his eyes, rows of numbers jumped out, recording the current change in wind direction and the degree of wear of the inner rifling of the rifled barrel.

As Allen's eyes moved, he looked at the barrel itself, and the entity of the barrel turned into a 3D perspective anatomy diagram, and the gunpowder residue inside was highlighted by the skill.

"There is gunpowder residue on the rifling, clean it up."

"Yes!"

The artilleryman picked up a professional tool for cleaning the barrel and pierced it into the barrel, cleaning it in a decent manner.

"Half of this rifling is still there, let's clean it up again." Allen turned to the muzzle and pointed out where the medicine dregs were with one hand.

The artilleryman blushed and quickly cleaned up the medicine residue.

As an artilleryman, he was actually pointed out twice by the city lord, which is a bit dereliction of duty... The artillerymen looked at Alan cautiously, and found that Alan did not complain about them, but focused on looking into the distance.

In front of Allen, the wind direction data that the orcs couldn't see was changing drastically, indicating that there was a gust of wind blowing in the forest at the moment, making the hit rate fluctuate all the time.

After waiting for a while, the wind weakened and the impact on the shells was not so severe. Allen whistled again to let the birds scout for a second time.

After the bird confirmed that the enemy's landing had not changed significantly, he began to order people to adjust the amount of gunpowder and reload the grenade.

Allen walked back and forth between the four rifled guns, and jointly adjusted their muzzle orientation, charge, and firing angle.

According to the shooting angle and approximate charge given by Allen, the artillerymen went through the shooting table data in their minds and estimated that the landing point of the shells was between 500 meters and 550 meters, and there was a hill blocking it. , may not be able to see the flame after the explosion.

"Sure enough, it's so far away. I can't see the enemy at all from this distance. Can I really shoot people?"

When the cannon was fired last night, no one was seen at all, and the cannon was fired entirely according to the intuition of Lord Allen.

"Fire, fire!" Allen's voice reached the orc's ears.

The artilleryman pulled the lead rope, and the barrels of the four cannons moved, and the fire burst out neatly, and the grenades flew out of the barrels.

Due to the recoil force, the gun barrel is tilted up as a whole, the buttocks of the cannon retreat, and due to the movement of the connecting rod, it automatically returns to its original position.

The artillerymen didn't care to observe the error of the cannon's reset, and their eyes were fixed on the flying grenades.

The grenade crossed the 500-meter forest and fell into the dense forest behind the hill at the same time.

Waiting for a second, the fiery red light shot out of the forest, and four huge fireballs bubbled from the forest, rolled into the sky, and turned into four mushroom clouds.

The strong wind visible to the naked eye blew out from the center of the explosion to the surroundings, blowing countless leaves, and the forest rustled.

Although the hill covered the landing point, the small mushroom that rose up covered the top of the hill, allowing the orcs to see the light.

"The grenade has landed!"

"I don't know if the hit hit, Master Allen, do we need to take the initiative?"

"You don't need to move, just let the guerrillas harass them." Allen shook his head.

The orc with the musket in his hand regretted to drop his gun when he heard this order.

Not being able to personally harass those hateful lion people is a kind of torture for them.

……

Inside the green forest.

Back to 1 minute ago, a large group of lion tribe orcs sat on the ground in a daze with a confused look.

Armors and swords were randomly scattered on the ground. Many orcs stared blankly at a certain leaf. That was the direction of Tomorrow City, and there were their dead teammates.

The corpses of teammates were left there, and the souls could not rest in peace.

Standing on a high stone, the high priest is giving an impassioned speech, trying to restore morale.

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