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Chapter 70 Shooting a 300-meter Target
"Target 300 meters away!"

"My God, that's impossible, isn't it?"

"I can't really imagine any equipment that could shoot that thing."

"A hard bow, a more powerful hard bow."

"How many pounds of pull would that take?"

"I do not know either."

The orcs chatted one after another, their eyes fixed on Alan's posture before shooting.

The butt of the gun rested on the shoulder, the right hand held the trigger part of the gun body, and the left hand held the middle and rear half of the gun body, half-closed his eyes.

His hands remained motionless, and his eyes seemed to see the inside of the gun barrel, the size of each gunpowder, and the curved surface of the lead bullet through the barrel of the gun.

Then he looked at the air, and the full-level shooting talent allowed him to instantly know the various wind direction changes after pressing the trigger for a second, as well as the gravity of the entire planet and other related values.

At this moment, the orcs onlookers all found that Allen had an invisible attraction. They couldn't help but hold their breath, subconsciously respecting the bullet that hadn't been fired yet.

The orcs knew that the weapons with the word fire were terrifying, so they closed the cat ear covers on their heads tightly early.

Allen pressed the trigger, the locked spring snapped, the flint hit the side of the fire door in response, and a flash of sparks ignited the primer.

boom!
The sound of gunpowder explosion rang in the ears of the orcs, and little Ivan saw a white smoke ejected from the muzzle and breech of the flintlock gun at the same time.

No, not at the same time, but the breech first ejected white smoke, and then a ball of white smoke with flames gushed out from the barrel, the flame disappeared instantly, and the white smoke slowly rose.

Then there was the sound of small objects piercing the air and leaving quickly. The sound was very sharp, coming and going quickly.

Not only Ivan heard it, but all the orcs present with normal hearing heard the subtle sound of breaking through the air.

"That's the bullet Lord Allen said."

"Where did the bullet fly, why didn't I see it?"

"Your dynamic vision is not good. I did see a black shadow coming out of the fire just now." An awakened person proudly said in the crowd of beasts.

Dynamic vision, this is a new word developed by Allen, the dynamic vision of the awakened is surprisingly good, which is the envy of many unawakened orcs.

Hearing that the awakened ones used their eyes to capture the flickering bullet trajectory, they were even more eager to awaken their own talent.

Up to now, there are [-] people in Allen's army who have awakened their talents. The unawakened orcs are assassins who have not yet mastered their skills. Allen feels that they need a few real assassinations to awaken their talents.

Then, at a distance of three hundred, an orc ran to check the damage on the plate armor, and saw a small hole in the plate armor's chest.

He took apart the arm joint plate armor, and saw that the deformed lead bullet fell inside, and there was also a very obvious bump on the back of the plate armor, which almost penetrated the back.

In a few seconds, the orc who inspected the plate armor left carrying the damaged plate armor. Later, he would be transported to Allen's side, so that the orc could see the power of Allen's sharpshooter.

……

On Allen's side, the orcs couldn't see the damage to the 300-meter plate armor, and could only stare at the 70-meter near target.

"You have all finished loading, now take a preview of the 70-meter plate armor, everyone stand in a row, listen to my password... get ready!"

The 29 gun-wielding orcs set up flat flintlock guns, put the butts of the guns against the flesh below the shoulders, held the guns steadily with both hands, and raised the muzzles slightly.

"No, you don't need to raise the muzzle so high. I raised the muzzle because my target is 300 meters long, and your target is 70 meters. You don't need to raise it..." Allen turned back and forth step by step, staring at Watching every orc's movement, very strictly entangled with every orc's wrong posture.

Until the guns of the 29 people were all lined up in a straight line, Allen shouted: "Shoot!"

Bang bang bang bang!

The whole body of the 29 flintlock guns trembled slightly, and the muzzle of the huge [-]mm caliber gun emitted flames, and the gunpowder smoke slowly swayed, filling the front of the spearmen with smoke.

The orcs watching in the back row, or the Awakened ones who were about to get started, heard the neat sound of 29 flintlock guns being fired at the same time, and also saw the white smoke blocking the view ahead.

"I don't know if I hit it."

The orcs discussed and found that the white mist gradually disappeared, and finally saw the plate armor target 70 meters away fell to the ground.

"bingo!"

The orcs stared wide-eyed, and ran in groups to check the damage of the plate armor together.

Just now, simple wooden sticks were inserted into the ground to fix the plate armor, and no ropes were used to bind them. The orcs found 27 plate armors fell to the ground, and two others stood on the left and right sides without any injuries. They were not hit by a single bullet.

And those plate armors that fell to the ground, without exception, had conspicuous big holes, and even the plate armor on the back was pierced with small holes, which shows how powerful the bullets are.

"This is a musket, it's too strong." Everyone gasped.

If they were wearing plate armor on the battlefield, they would die if they were shot by a flintlock within 70 meters.

What's more, they just got started!

The first time I hit a place 70 meters away, another group of villagers can also do their operations.

And what about the soldiers who went to the battlefield, they had been training for several years, but they were directly killed by the novices who had just started?

The orcs were very excited, and two orcs were quite depressed because the target they aimed at did not fall to the ground.

Obviously, after Allen's position correction at that time, the hand was held very firmly without shaking, so why didn't it hit.

Allen did not explain the reason, because things like smoothbore flintlocks have errors.

Just now when he was teaching, he helped them to assist them in previewing, but what he taught was half a minute ago, and half a minute later, the wind direction suddenly increased. In addition, there would be inevitable muzzle shaking during the time between the trigger and the ignition of the gunpowder. Suddenly the shot missed and passed by the plate armor.

It is precisely because of such unforeseen barrel factors, human factors and external factors that the war of firearms develops towards the line formation, that is, the whole row stands in a line and fires in salvo, and bullets always hit the enemy.

"It's okay, you are novices, and the hit rate within 70 meters will increase in the future." Allen encouraged the two awakened ones.

Then Allen fired another round of awakening. This time he changed the target to a wooden target and the distance to 80 meters.

Under Allen's correction, 25 of the [-] shots were shot.

90 meters, hit 24 shots.

100 meters, hit twenty shots.

150 meters, hit five.

The gun-wielding Orc Awakened finally had fine sweat on his head. 150 meters is already so difficult. Wouldn't it be impossible to shoot 300 meters alone.

You must know that they are 30 people standing in a row, not performing single shooting!

Allen shot a 300-meter target alone, and probably missed it.

No, it's not a possibility, but definitely missed... The orcs judge others by themselves.

……

When the orcs practiced their guns, the orcs who walked around in a large circle came back sweating and carrying the plate armor.

　There is a third update tonight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)