Shooting at a distance of 600 meters is quite difficult even for a modern sniper, except for those fantasy-level snipers who used anti-sky snipers during the Anti-Japanese War and could blow off the head of a ghost soldier with a single shot from 800 kilometers away. Mason looked at it carefully, then crouched down and carefully opened a long suitcase.

In the suitcase was a rifle with a scope. This is a special rifle, and in terms of appearance, except for an extra scope, this gun is not much different from the average MacDonald 1857, but Mason knows that this gun is definitely different from the average MacDonald 1857, just a completely different new gun.

First of all, the caliber of this gun is completely different from that of the MacDonald 1857, which is a rare small-caliber rifle (by the standards of the time), with a barrel caliber of only 0.3 inches (7.62 mm), which is really too small compared to the 0.63-inch caliber rifles common in this era. When he first saw this gun for the first time, Mason even doubted that with such a small caliber, how could the power be guaranteed?

But after the test shot, Mason was struck by the accuracy and power of the gun.

First of all, they tested the power, and at that time, the guys from the McDonald Infantry Weapons Company's testing department put a very thick piece of pine at a distance of 500 meters, and then asked Mason to shoot at the plank, and then the carpenters sawed the piece of wood in the direction of the bullet hole in the wood, and measured it with a ruler, good fellow, this 0.3-inch bullet penetrated a full 400 mm of pine.

This result made Mason almost unable to believe his eyes, even those 0.63-inch caliber bullets could not have such penetration. Mason was amazed by the accuracy test that followed, and when tested on a fixed gun platform, even at a distance of 1,000 meters, the bullet could be effectively hit the target in windless conditions. Of course, if you change to a shooter, you will definitely not be able to achieve such a result, but at a distance of 600 meters, you can still effectively shoot at hostile targets.

In order to improve the accuracy of shooting, this rifle does almost everything that a qiē can do. Although its caliber is small, it is not lighter than the MacDonald 1857 rifle that uses 11mm caliber bullets, and even heavier, because the heavier weight helps to improve accuracy, in order to reduce the effect of the force exerted on the bolt when the bolt is pulled on the muzzle, the stroke of the bolt is greatly lengthened, so that this gun actually requires the shooter to pull the bolt twice to fire a bullet.

It's just that the price of this gun is also amazingly high, and the McDonald Infantry Weapons Company actually offered it a sky-high price of $1,500 a piece, which made Mason, who originally loved this gun and was ready to buy one himself, immediately dispelled this idea. What's worse is that not only is the gun itself surprisingly expensive, but the bullets it uses are not cheap - for every round of ammunition, McDonald Infantry Weapons thinks it is charging a sky-high price of one dollar. You know, this price is enough to buy forty or fifty rounds of ammunition for other rifles. For the average person, this gun is neither affordable nor useful.

Such an expensive gun has attracted a lot of attention once it was launched, but although there is a lot of attention, there are very few people who are really willing to buy it. In fact, it is not that there are guns with similar prices to this one, but those guns carved with gold and silver, inlaid with various gemstones, are not so much guns as handicrafts.

Of course, Scrooge is not counting on making money from such a thing now, and for Scrooge, the main purpose of this thing is to raise the grade of his own products. In fact, in the 21st century, many so-called high-end goods are actually very expensive. For example, Pagani's sports car is really better than Porsche's performance? It's just that the price is high and it's easy to install B. In comparison, Scrooge was quite kind, at least, the performance of this gun could really be said to be unparalleled at the time.

This gun was loaned to the "Blackwater" company as a real product, and it was the only one in the escort team. Of course, this gun was left to Mason, who had the best shooting skills.

Mason carefully took the gun out of the case, opened the chamber, and loaded it with a special bullet - the bullet was nicknamed "the gold coin egg" by the guards because of its high price. He carefully loaded the bullet into the chamber of the gun, prepared it to shoot, and then carefully extended the gun from behind the shutter.

Targets at a distance of 600 meters are not much bigger than even in the 8x scope of the so-called MacDonald 1857 precision shooting model. Mason first took a few deep breaths to slow down his heartbeat—even the vibration of his pulse could affect the accuracy of his shot—and then held his breath and placed the cross in the scope firmly on the Indian chief, whose head was covered in turkey feathers.

Mason gently flipped the bolt once, and now the rifle was in a real ready to fire state. Just then, an Indian on horseback suddenly broke into Mason's scope and blocked Mason's range of shots.

Mason doesn't drop the gun and spit out a bunch of words starting with F out of his mouth, as in some movies, and the precision shooter has to make sure that the emotion is stable, and the intense emotion will only make the bullet not know where it flies.

The man shook a little, making way for the Indian chief to be half exposed, but in a blink of an eye, he closed the gap again.

Mason didn't seize the gap and shoot. The MacDonald 1857 Precision Shot shot a bullet with a muzzle velocity of 820 meters per second, and it only takes less than a second to fly to the target, but the time that this gap may not last less than a second, in fact, the man immediately blocked the chief firmly, if he had just shot, it would have been this guy.

A flaming spear grazed Mason's head, but Mason remained unmoved, continuing to aim. This kind of composure was very admired by the immigrants on the side. Unbeknownst to them, however, Mason was so calm because he had no idea that a spear was so close to his head—one eye was fixed on the scope, the other was closed, and all his attention was on the target, and it was impossible to notice that a spear was flying past him.

At this time, perhaps the chief had just said something to the man beside him, and the man ran to the other side with his legs in the belly of the horse, and the chief was completely exposed to Mason's vision.

"Good chance!" Mason thought. In fact, he was already aiming very well, so he held his breath and gently pulled the trigger - "Bang! ”

Then Mason saw through the scope that the Indian chief's body shook violently, then tilted to the right, and fell off his horse. A crowd of Indians immediately surrounded them......

Mason immediately crouched down, it was obvious that he had successfully hit the target, and as for whether he had been killed, it was too far away, and she couldn't see it too clearly. However, considering the power of the gold coin bullets and the backward medical care of the Indians, he felt that the chances of the Indian chieftain surviving were not high. It would have been safer if there had been a chance to refill the shot, or if there were several shooters using this rifle to shoot at the target at the same time, but for now, there was only so much Mason could do.

The bull chieftain was suddenly hit by a bullet, which threw the Indians into confusion, and many of the cavalry who were circling around the cart involuntarily slowed down and retreated outward, and all the Indians turned around to look at the chief's original position.

"If you still have a team of cavalry in your hand, rush out now, and with a light blow, you can completely collapse these Indians!" Robson looked at the situation in front of him and couldn't help but have such an idea. But he immediately realized, what are you doing with all this uselessness? So he gave the order:

"Let's shout that the chief is dead!"

The guards didn't speak the Sioux language, but before they left, they recited a few words, one of which was, "The chief is dead!" Run! ”

Before the war, the guards also taught this sentence to the immigrants, so everyone shouted together in various non-standard accents, which also increased the panic of the Indians. Taking advantage of this time, the guards using MacDonald's 1857 rifles began to break through the restriction of not firing at targets from a distance of 400 meters, and began to attack the Indians who looked like they were still in range and looked like small bosses. The Indians, believing that they had run from a safe distance, were holding their horses and looking over the chieftain, when suddenly they were shot at several more.

At this time, an Indian cavalry in the distance came running, shouting something as they ran, and then the Indians immediately became a mess, and they threw down the corpses of the dead in battle, mounted their horses and galloped away.

If he was still in command of his own cavalry company, Robson would definitely have to chase and kill, but now that he is doing the work of a bodyguard, he can't do this kind of thing anymore. He simply ordered to remain on guard while he began to count the losses in this battle.

……

About a kilometer away, in a wood, a gang of bandits was quietly ambushing here, and the gang boss himself climbed up to the tree and watched the whole battle with a telescope. When the Indians retreated, he jumped from under the tree.

"Boss, are we going to do it?" Some of the bandits who were sitting on the stones and sharpening their knives quickly stood up and asked questions, and the horses also nervously slashed their hooves and snorted twice.

"Pack your things and go back!" The boss said, "The idea is very strong, the Indians have suffered a big loss, and we can't please us if we go up." Even if it can be defeated, it will not be worth the loss. Let's go back! ”