our family is gone

"Let's go, there is a shooting range here for testing."

Lance brought the person here and introduced him.

These guns are required to be test-fired before leaving the factory, so there is a shooting range not far from the weapons workshop.

At the same time, samples will be randomly selected from a batch of guns for a complete set of tests. If they do not meet the design requirements, the entire batch will have to be re-tested or even returned to the furnace.

These guns are all for the frontline. If they are unreliable, wouldn't they just hit friendly forces?
This shooting range is definitely not as perfect as the one at the research institute. At the end is an earth wall, the surrounding area is cleared, and fence boards are nailed up to isolate it from prying eyes and accidental injuries.

The ultimate target is only fifty yards. After all, the accuracy requirements are not taken into consideration. It is only required to be durable and not have so many malfunctions.

"You shouldn't need me to teach you how to use it, right?"

Lance tipped the bullets on the table as a gesture.

Margaret didn't talk nonsense at all. She had seen it many times just now, and this thing was not difficult, so she could easily complete the reloading.

"It's indeed much faster to load ammunition this way." Margaret couldn't stop being happy as she spoke. As she spoke, she set up her musket, aimed at the target in the distance, and pulled the trigger.

Lance observed that even a veteran like Margaret would need more than a dozen rounds to adapt to a new gun and another type of ammunition. Seventy percent of the fifty-yard target was spread. It's enough to show her strength. It's great if others can hit the target.

"How about my Hamlet's gun?"

"Normal." After playing with it, Margaret lost her initial excitement and looked like a scumbag who had pulled up her pants.

"Except for the improvement of the bayonet, this gun doesn't have many improvements. However, the paper bullets are a bit interesting. The powder charge is lower, but the power is not small at all."

All Lance could respond to Margaret's words was silence.

Who the hell doesn’t know how good modern firearms are?
Doesn’t he, a modern man, know this?

One of the reasons why you need to line up to shoot is that the activation of flint is not 100%. This is related to the quality of the flint and the mechanical structure of the gun.

Sometimes, even three or four clicks may not produce sparks to ignite the gunpowder in the medicine pool. Moreover, it is windy and rainy, and the humid environment will also affect it. There are also issues such as the quality of the gunpowder, moisture or agglomeration.

From Lance's point of view, the current development of firearms is simply too far behind, and it is impossible to meet his needs.

There are several reasons that currently limit the development of musket technology.

As for the gun itself, we need to start with the rifling, front loading and rear loading, and mechanical structure.

Then there is the bullet assembly, from paper shell to copper shell, smokeless powder, and primer.

First of all, the basic materials are not good. There are no materials such as alloys, plastics, and seamless steel pipes with sufficient strength.

Then the processing is difficult, there is no stamping, no machine tools, and there are not enough gunsmiths, so even if you want to do it by hand, you can't.

As for the formulas of those propellants, he also knew a little about it. Transplantation of mercury fulminate and nitrocellulose required a lot of experimental research.

Because the chemistry of this era is classified as alchemy, but what is outrageous is that this alchemy can really be refined. Why should I study ordinary things when I can study extraordinary powers?
It can be said that Lance has been promoting the improvement of firearms from the moment he established the research institute, but the problem is that he discovered that this thing is not at all like the situation in the novel where the protagonist gives an order and then develops explosively.

Maybe, but that's based on a huge country, not Hamlet, whose population has just exceeded 90.00, [-]% of which can be supported by an innocent small town that can't even write its own name.

This must be solved slowly, and we need to use the progress of the times to promote progress in mechanics, materials science, mechanics, chemistry, etc.

These basic subjects are also a big mountain that is weighing on Lance. It is a complete joke to rely on an ordinary modern person to promote science.

Damn it, Lance remembered that it wasn’t like this when he read the novel...Why don’t I have a technology system?Why don't I have a riot system?Why don't I have a warehouse system?

No matter how bad you give me a Penguin recharge system, I can barely accept it. I will become stronger just by lying in bed and earning money, so there is no need to work so hard.

Lance's silence made Margaret seem to realize that her words were a bit hurtful. She couldn't help but turned around awkwardly and fiddled with the ammunition, then realized something and turned around to ask.

"Ah...why is thirty rounds called a base number?"

Lance wasn't the kind of person who would be hurt by a word, he was just going crazy.

After hearing what she said, I explained it casually.

“This is the preset amount of ammunition a soldier needs for a day’s battle, taking into account comprehensive considerations such as carrying, preserving, and firearms.

The base number of ammunition for this [Type One] is thirty rounds, and as firearms improve, the base number of ammunition for different equipment will also be different. "

"Why this name?" As a noble, Margaret was somewhat influenced by art. If the names of other people's firearms have characteristics, they will give them nicer names, but this...

“The real name of this gun is [Hamlet Type [-]], which represents the first gun model that Hamlet researched and transformed existing firearms and officially mass-produced.

But everyone is more accustomed to calling it a nickname, just like your father would not call you your full name. For these craftsmen, it is also Hamlet's child. "

"But it doesn't sound good to be called Hamlet~" Margaret then complained bluntly, directly giving Lance an anxious look.

"You can call me whatever you want, I'm not stopping you."

He stretched out his hand and said, "If you don't like it, you can give it back to me."

"How is that possible!" Margaret immediately picked up the gun after hearing this. "I won this."

Lance saw her nervous look, as if she was really afraid that Lance was going to go back, and he couldn't help but be speechless.

Is he like that kind of person?

"You can just play at the shooting range. Don't run around with a gun, and don't reload it casually. I won't pick you up if you are detained by the sheriff again. I can't afford to lose this person."

Not bothering to care about her, Lance turned around and ran away after giving the order.

Margaret didn't think anything of it at first, but after hearing his words, she suddenly realized that guns were not the theme of today in the first place, and she was almost fooled by the sugar-coating he threw out.

Thinking of this, he quickly grabbed the remaining ammunition on the table and followed quickly.

"Hey! Wait a minute, you promised me if I win!"

Lance had no intention of turning back, but instead the pace was accelerating.

But unfortunately, Lance was stopped by Margaret as soon as he walked out.

"Why are you running? Didn't you hear me calling you?"

"The gunfire here must be too loud. It's normal to not be able to hear it." Lance smiled without any embarrassment at all, and he was talking nonsense.

"You are right. Staying in this environment for a long time can cause severe hearing damage. Next time, we need to make earplugs for the staff who test the guns..."

Always paying attention to the physical and mental health of employees, I am really qualified as a lord.

Margaret was speechless when she saw Lance going crazy, but she did not waver, and even pressed forward more firmly. "You promised me."

Seeing how determined she was, Lance couldn't continue to pretend to be stupid, so he could only sigh.

"This is not hunting, and the enemy is not those rabbits, wild boars, or gray wolves. You should have heard Lawrence say that they are so powerful that they can even destroy a city.

As a noble heir, your accumulation in Lawrence is enough for you to live a safe and comfortable life. Why do you have to put yourself in a dangerous situation? "

"What about you?" Margaret was not frightened at all, but asked seriously: "You are also a noble lord. You can fight for mankind and lead everyone to resist the corruption of the cult. Why can't I?"

Oops!Lance realized that she had really been brainwashed by the words he preached, and she wanted to fight for humanity.

It's fucking propaganda, and it's just to trick the lower class into giving up their lives. How come you, a noble, got involved?
"Answer me!" Margaret didn't give Lance any room to escape. "You said before that I wasn't strong enough. Now that I've won the game, why can't I?"

"Look at what you said! Do I look like the kind of person who doesn't keep his word?" Lance's face was naturally not something she could shake. "What's more, I didn't say you couldn't do it. If you win the game, I should announce it in front of everyone. Yes, we will definitely fulfill our promise.”

Margaret's angry look couldn't help but pause, but she still asked with some hesitation.

"Really?"

"You know what you said hurt my heart? You don't believe me..." Lance pretended to be very sad and opened his mouth, "Isn't this a lack of action? The Guards are also resting. There are definitely cultists. Call you."

Margaret's questioning expression also subsided slightly, and she couldn't help but question herself: Could it be that she was thinking too much?
However, at this moment, a soldier ran over.

"My lord!" The soldier couldn't help but glance at Margaret, but did not continue.

Lance was worried for no reason and was about to get rid of her, but he happened to meet Margaret's curious eyes. He suddenly felt guilty and had to turn back to signal.

"Go ahead."

The lord had already said it, so he stopped talking nonsense and simply explained the situation.

Worried that the Bastia prisoners were causing trouble, they sent some scouts to monitor their departure, and it was these scouts who accidentally discovered a huge convoy approaching the town.

What makes the reconnaissance feel threatened is that there are some well-equipped troops in the team.

"The convoy pulled up a flag with a noble heraldry. We didn't recognize it, but there was something wrong with their appearance, because some of them were injured.

Moreover, their overall condition was sluggish, but they were highly vigilant. Our men were counterattacked after being discovered, but once we pulled away, their cavalry did not even dare to chase us out, and they stayed around the convoy. "

Before Lance said anything, Margaret on the other side became even more excited.

"Could it be that we were attacked by cultists? We must take action!"

"Look! You're anxious again, aren't you." Lance suppressed Margaret's restless heart for a while, then turned to the soldier and continued asking.

"The proportions of carriages and people? And their orientation?"

"The convoy came from the old road, not from the direction of Bastia. More importantly, the soldiers did not protect the convoy, but gathered under the noble flag.

It was a pity that because they were so vigilant, we would have taken a hit if we got close, otherwise we would have been able to get a more detailed picture. "

Listening to the soldier's description, Lance also noticed the problem. The proportion of horse-drawn carriages in the convoy showed that it was not logistics. Could it be that a caravan was escorted by a noble?

There is only Hamlet at the end of this old road, and the arrival of a nobleman with an armed force is enough to make him suspicious.

"Tell everyone to step back and try not to irritate them."

"Yes! Guaranteed to complete the mission."

The soldier turned and ran back, while Lance looked at Margaret.

The duty of reconnaissance is not to fight, but to bring back news. It is difficult to train a qualified scout, so Lance basically will not take risks with them.

But...some people can use it.

"What are you doing?" Margaret looked at Lance a little strangely.

"Don't you want a mission? Then give it a try first."

[Mission: Investigation
Content: An unknown force is approaching Hamlet. You must investigate their purpose and tell them who is the master here if necessary!
Reward: none]

Margaret accepted the task without much hesitation, and Lance also called Disma directly from the training camp's shooting range, and then called Laura from the resting eagle group.

Lance, Disma, Laura, and Margaret, a team specifically for investigation appeared.

The target's location has been determined. Lance can't be stupid enough to run there. Instead, he directly uses the carriage to pull a distance.

With the four of them in the carriage, Lance briefly introduced the details of the mission.

"This is probably the case. We need to determine the identity of the other party and determine whether their purpose is a threat to Hamlet."

Veterans like Disma and Laura didn't react much to such a small task. On the contrary, Margaret looked serious, even a bit solemn, and held the new gun tightly with both hands.

Saying it is one thing, but doing it is another.

After all, she really had no similar experience, so she was still a little nervous about it.

Instead of comforting her, Lance treated her coldly.

Just to tell her that even the simplest tasks are not comparable to hunting.

The team quickly determined the location of the convoy based on the marks left by the withdrawn reconnaissance team.

There is no way, it is too conspicuous, you can see it from a distance.

The road that was originally quite spacious was filled up, but even so the queue was stretched. A rough estimate was that there were about sixty or seventy vehicles.

The convoy was in front, while the armed forces were behind. As expected, a clear separation could be felt.

Lance handed the monocular to Laura and whispered: "See if there is anything you are familiar with?"

Laura was called here because she was familiar with the Bastia army, but after seeing it, she shook her head and handed the binoculars to the next person with her backhand.

"Those are not people from the Bastia army. Their style is more like a noble private army, but I don't recognize the pattern on the flag."

"I know!!!"

A voice full of irrepressible anger came, instantly drawing Lance's attention back... (End of Chapter)