our family is gone

Chapter 511
If Disma had just tried two shots from a ten-yard target, with his ability, even if the score was close, he would not have missed the target. After getting familiar with the new gun, he would still have a chance to catch up.

But when Disma opened his mouth and pulled to the extreme distance, he cut off his own retreat, not to mention using a new gun while drunk, and made no secret of his contempt for Margaret. As a result, Lance had nothing to say in the current situation.

However, he was on vacation, so it was okay to drink some wine. Instead, Lance suddenly pulled him over to save the situation, and he was unprepared.

Lance didn't want the situation to collapse. After all, Margaret was hitting a target. This was a slap in Lance's face, so he immediately opened his mouth to help Disma make up for his mistake.

"See, this is the instructor warning you. There are many capable people in this world. Don't be complacent with a little success, because there will always be people stronger than you.

In training, you will be laughed at if you make a mistake on the field, but if you make a mistake on the battlefield, the enemy will not give you a second chance. Whether it is injury or death, the consequences are unbearable. "

It was obviously an embarrassing scene of failed pretense, but with one sentence from Lance, it turned into a lively and profound lesson.

Those soldiers seemed to have woken up for a moment.

It turns out that instructor Disma made the mistake in the demonstration just to teach us.

He really, I cried to death...

Margaret felt strange while standing on the field. What was going on?
"Okay, okay! The game continues." Lance drew everyone's attention back. If it continued like this, it would go astray.

As he spoke, Lance raised his hand and patted Barrett's shoulder to signal, "Go ahead."

Barrett took a deep breath and walked up.

He also plays with guns, and it can be seen from just now that his opponent is not simple.

But he is not bad either.

Margaret is still accustomed to using long guns, and the pistol can only be said to be average. It would be hard to say if Disma hadn't committed suicide himself.

Now the heavyweight competition between Margaret and Barrett has begun.

The intensity of the competition between the two is not comparable to what it was just now. It can be said that the antagonism is directly full.

The strength of both sides was very strong. The exciting game and tight scores made everyone watching the game forget the farce just now.

"150 yards!"

When the target is stretched to 150 yards, it is actually beyond the shooting range of the musket, because the bullseye can no longer be seen with the naked eye.

Lining up and shooting at 150 yards can actually only deal with unarmored targets, and there is no need to consider accuracy at that time, everything is left to density.

Then you can use the distance to fire another round. At this time, the enemy has rushed in within a hundred yards, mainly to fight for the second and third barrages to kill.

In actual combat, doing this is simply greed for damage.

But now they are competing for accuracy. This 150 yards is a completely impossible task, and Lance himself is not sure.

As if they knew that this shot would determine the outcome, both sides looked very solemn. They took aim with their guns for a while but failed to fire.

For a moment, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath. It seemed that the breath of the audience could blow the lead bullets and affect their accuracy.

Margaret kept adjusting her state. This opponent made her feel unprecedented pressure, but she had to win the game!
With a high degree of concentration, Margaret's brain seemed to be blank at this moment, and a strange force seemed to be guiding her... The will extended to the gun in her hand, and she could even feel the compacted gunpowder, and That bullet.

I don’t know why I pulled the trigger at this moment, Margaret herself is a little confused.

But the sparks struck by the flint fell on the powder chamber, instantly igniting the gunpowder in the barrel, and then the expanding gas pushed the lead bullet out.

The whole process unfolded in her mind in a way she had never seen before.

But it was not over. Her consciousness seemed to be the bullet flying away from the barrel, and the surrounding scene became blurred. Only the target that was originally unclear in the distance became clearer in her eyes.

wrong!It should be close...

But at this time, the "body" deviated uncontrollably.

I clearly feel that if I fly like this, I won’t be able to hit the target!
Margaret tried her best to resist, but at this moment gunfire rang out from next door, pulling her consciousness back instantly.

When Margaret came back to her senses, her first reaction was not to pay attention to the battle situation, but to breathe heavily. Severe pain shot through her whole brain, and her blood vessels and nerves seemed to be torn apart. Unprecedented fatigue spread from the depths, directly It made her lips pale as if she was overdrawn.

Finally, both sides finished shooting, and everyone couldn't help but exclaimed, and their hearts seemed to fly out.

The chaotic breathing even seemed a bit heavy. They were like gamblers nervously waiting for the answer to be revealed.

No one paid any attention to the slightly weird Margaret, but Lance walked up to greet her with a solemn expression.

"Are you OK?"

Margaret waved her hand with some difficulty to indicate that she was fine.

However, Lance still reached out and patted her, and activated [Blessing] to refresh her status.

The inexplicable warmth suppressed the strangeness, and Margaret looked up at him slightly strangely.

"I'll explain it later."

Lance didn't say much, but looked ahead at the person who ran over to check the target, waiting for the results.

Barrett has faced flesh and blood monsters on the battlefield, and has killed more than fifty enemies in total, but it is inevitable to become nervous at this time.

"Margaret on target! Two points!"

"Barrett missed the target!"

These two sentences revealed the answer, making everyone let out a long breath, and Barrett was also helpless and seemed a little depressed.

Even Lance couldn't help but smile bitterly.

I originally thought that the two of them would be safe, but I didn't expect that the two generals were Wolong and Fengchu.

But the result is here, even if he doesn't want to admit it.

"I declare!" Lance stood between the two, raising his hand to one side, "The winner is Margaret!"

This is not a formal competition, it is just a temporary one. It cannot be said to be more formal. Anyway, it is over when the results are determined.

The soldiers who were watching also went back to do whatever they were supposed to do.

But it can be expected that the training intensity will definitely increase again. Without Lance's instructions, those below should turn shame into motivation.

"Since it's a game, there are winners and losers. If you lose this time, just train hard and try to win it next time." Lance walked up and patted the young man on the shoulder, smiling and comforting: "This When designing the gun, we didn't consider maintaining accuracy at this distance. I can't hit the target at 150 yards. You've done a good job, so don't stress."

"Yeah!" Barrett agreed, but looking at him like that, he still felt aggrieved.

That's normal. Can you call yourself a young person if you're not angry?Just have the fighting spirit.

Margaret on the other side did not feel the joy of victory, but was equally confused.

I clearly "saw" the bullet miss the target, so why did it hit the target in the end?

Could it be that what he saw was just an illusion?
This reminded her of the shooting competition during the Bastia celebration, and her already pale face became even more ugly.

"Let's go."

A call brought Margaret's attention back to reality. She glanced around and found that the crowd had dispersed, leaving only Lance's back.

Margaret didn't care so much and hurriedly followed Lance, but she didn't forget the situation just now, "What did you mean to explain just now?"

Lance's expression became a little more serious when he mentioned this, probably explaining the other side of the world to her.

Just now, Lance felt the spiritual fluctuations that burst out the moment Margaret fired, and he had basically determined one thing.

That is Margaret has extraordinary talent, and the inspiration is very strong.

Lawrence is a really incompetent father, and he really has no talent at all in nurturing her.

"To put it this way, I actually lost." Margaret couldn't help but think of the strange thing that happened just now when she heard this.

She did not choose to hide it in order to win the game, but told the situation at that time.

"I felt like I missed the target at the time, but when I woke up, I actually hit the target..."

Lance seemed to have guessed something while listening to Margaret's explanation.

Even he couldn't use physical means to affect a flying bullet, so there was only one answer. Margaret's will was fighting against the laws of physics to correct the trajectory.

He actually reversed the trajectory of the ballistics with his mind. Could this be the legendary gun fighting technique?

"No matter how confident other musketeers are, it depends on the face of Lady Luck, but the bullets you shoot can change the trajectory according to your wishes. You control your own destiny."

"So that's it!" Margaret looked very happy and did not question Lance's conjecture. Obviously, she did not reject this statement. Instead, she was even more curious about those magical powers. She couldn't help but urged: "Tell me about those extraordinary powers." The matter of the person.”

"You think it's fun?" Lance sneered as he introduced the dark side of extraordinary power.

Basically, those extraordinary rituals contain cruel and bloody scenes. No matter how they are packaged, there is always a price to pay.

The danger of evil is like a rope around the neck of every extraordinary person, tightening from time to time, but no one knows when he will be hanged.

But these are still novel to Margaret.

She was suppressed by Lawrence in Bastia, but now she is freed from her bondage here. Her curiosity is so strong that she can't control it, and she wants to get more information about the world.

After hearing Lance's warning, Margaret inevitably remembered the scene she had witnessed, and spoke out.

Fortunately, she was born in Bastia, which belongs to the border of the empire and is a place where barbarians interact, so her ideological style is relatively rough.

If it were a place in the mainland where church forces rule deeply, I'm afraid the first reaction after hearing what Lance said was that he was possessed by a demon.

Lance couldn't help but look more serious when he heard her words.

She could actually see twisted flesh and blood... The ancestor's power range actually extended to Bastia?
"You are right. This is indeed a sign of losing control. Next time you encounter a similar situation, remember to stick to your heart and don't think wildly."

After hesitating, Lance still didn't reveal to her what was going on behind the cult and Hamlet's underground.

The higher the inspiration, the easier it is to lose control. Sometimes it is not good to know too much.

"Let's go, let's talk about these things later when we have time." Lance quickened his pace and had no intention of continuing.

"Where to go?"

"Don't you want a new gun? Then come with me."

Lance is willing to admit defeat, and Margaret is the only person who can get the wool out of his hands, which can be said to be unique.

Even the ancestor can't take advantage of Lance, you are more awesome than the ancestor!
Sure enough, this topic easily attracted Margaret's attention.

Under the leadership of Lance, the two came to the weapons workshop, took her to see Hamlet making muskets, and briefly introduced the improvements of Hamlet's new muskets.

She had already seen bayonets and fixed ammunition. As for the improvements in propellants, Lance didn't reveal much, just one sentence.

Hamlet is no better than other places. It can't even build a glass factory, but it has an entire assembly line for making guns.

Use the craftsmen invited back by Totnes as the backbone, and then fill them in with a large number of apprentices.

Driven by the two conditions of standardization and division of labor, apprentices do not need to learn the entire process, but only need to learn part of it, which is naturally much simpler.

The money that Lance spent was also a large sum of money. He didn't need to pay for anything else, but he had to hold on tight to the gun.

"Go pick up a new gun and matching bayonet, plus a base standard ammunition."

The staff quickly took out the new gun wrapped in oil paper from the warehouse, as well as a bayonet in a leather scabbard, and paper-covered ammunition neatly placed in a carton.

Margaret was about to reach out but was stopped, "Wait, I need to complete the record."

"Ah?" Margaret didn't know so many rules and could only glance at Lance.

"The weapons produced by Hamlet all have numbers. Based on these numbers, we can find out who made them. After registration, we can also find out when and why, and who put them in the warehouse."

Lance briefly explained that Hamlet developed muskets, but also had very strict management.

Otherwise, why would he bother to come to the workshop because the procedures would be even more troublesome after being stored in the warehouse.

It seems that there is no key in the warehouse, and the two locks are held by different people. It takes several processes to take out a murder weapon like a gun and bullet.

This is not because he is looking for trouble. Many seemingly unnecessary and cumbersome procedures were only added after paying the price. Lance just did it in one step, which can avoid many unnecessary tragedies.

It was not completed until the staff completed the inspection, recorded the numbers of the two items, and then Lance signed his name.

"Take it, it's yours now."

Because firearms require maintenance, these new guns that have just come out of the warehouse have a unpleasant smell of grease.

But Margaret didn't mind this at all, and even couldn't wait to play with it.

Lance looked at her a little funny, the daughter of a powerful baron would actually be excited about this.

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