"Three hundred meters away target!"

"Oh my God, that's impossible, right?"

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

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

"How many pounds of pull does that take?"

"I don't know."

The orcs chatted in a casual manner, their eyes fixed on Allen's posture before the shot.

The butt of the gun rests on the shoulder, the right hand holds the part of the gun that part of the machine, and the left hand holds the middle and second half of the gun body, and the eyes are half narrowed.

His hands did not move, and his eyes seemed to see through the barrel of the gun, the size of each gunpowder, and the curvature of the lead bullet.

Then he looked into the air, and his full-level shooting talent instantly made him aware of the various changes in wind direction and the gravity of the entire planet after pressing the board machine for a second.

At this moment, the orcs who were watching all found that Eren had an invisible attraction, and they couldn't help but hold their breath, subconsciously respecting the bullet that had not yet been discharged.

The orcs knew that weapons with fire words were terrifying, so they closed the cat's ears on their heads early.

Alan pressed the trigger, and the locked spring flicked violently, and the flint struck the side of the fire door with a flash, and a flash of sparks ignited the primer.

Bang!

The sound of gunpowder exploding rang in the ears of the orcs, and little Ivan saw a white smoke coming out of the muzzle and breech of the flintlock pistol at the same time.

No, not at the same time, it was the breech that first emitted white smoke, and then a cloud of white smoke with flames gushed out of the barrel, and the flames disappeared instantly, and the white smoke slowly rose.

Then there was the sound of a small object piercing the air and leaving quickly, and 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 what Lord Allen said about the bullet."

"Where did the bullets go, why didn't I see them?"

"You can't have dynamic vision, I did see a black shadow coming out of the firelight just now." There are awakened people who pride themselves in the crowd of beasts.

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

Hearing the Awakened catch the trail of the bullet with their eyes, they were even more eager to awaken their own talents.

Up to now, Allen's army has three hundred awakened talents, and the unawakened orcs are assassins who have not yet mastered their skills, and Allen feels that they need a few real assassinations to awaken their talents.

Then, three hundred years away, an orc ran to check the damage on the plate armor, and saw a small hole in the chest of the plate armor.

He dismantled the arm joint plate and saw that the deformed lead bullet had fallen inside, and the back of the plate armor also had a very obvious bulge, which almost pierced the back.

In a few seconds, the orc inspecting the plate armor left with the broken plate armor, and he would later transport it to Allen's side to show the orcs the power of Allen's sharpshooter.

……

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

"You've all finished playing, now you're looking at the seventy-meter plate, everyone is standing in a row, listening to my command...... Preparation! ”

Twenty-nine gun-wielding orcs set up flintlock pistols, put the butts of their guns against the flesh down their shoulders, held their guns steadily with both hands, and raised the muzzle of their guns slightly.

"No, you don't need to raise the muzzle so high, I raise the muzzle because my target is three hundred meters long, and your goal is seventy meters, you don't need to raise the ......" Alan turned back and forth step by step, staring at the movements of each orc, very harshly entangled with the wrong posture of each orc.

Until the guns of the twenty-nine men were all lined up in a straight line that Alan shouted: "Shoot! ”

Bang bang!

The 29-shot flintlock pistol shook slightly, and the muzzle of the 20-millimeter gun burst into flames, and the smoke slowly swung away, filling the front of the gunners with smoke.

The orcs in the back row, or the awakened who were ready to get started, heard the neat sound of twenty-nine flintlock pistols firing at the same time, and also saw the white smoke blocking the view and obscuring the front.

"I don't know if I've been hit."

The orcs discussed, and found that the white mist was gradually disappearing, and finally saw the plate armor target seventy meters away fall to the ground.

"Hit!"

The orcs' eyes widened, and they ran in groups, looking at the damage to the plate armor.

Just now with a simple wooden stick stuck in the ground to fix the plate armor, not tied with ropes, the orcs found twenty-seven plate armor lying on the ground, and two bodies standing on the left and right sides unharmed, with not a single bullet on their bodies.

And those plate armor that fell to the ground, without exception, have conspicuous large holes, and even the plate armor on the back has been pierced with small holes, which shows how powerful the bullet is.

"This is the musket, it's too strong." The crowd gasped.

If they go to the battlefield to wear plate armor, they will be targeted by a flintlock gun within 70 meters, and they will die directly.

What's more, they're just getting started!

The first time I started to hit a place 70 meters away, I was able to change a group of villagers to do the same.

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

The orcs were excited, and two orcs were rather depressed, because their target did not fall to the ground.

Obviously, at that time, Allen's position was corrected, and his hand was held very steadily, and there was no shaking, why didn't he hit.

Alan didn't explain why, because there is such a thing as a smoothbore flintlock pistol.

Just now he helped them assist in the preview when he was teaching, but the thing he taught was half a minute ago, and half a minute later, the wind direction suddenly increased, and there was an inevitable muzzle shaking from the gusset machine to the ignition of the gunpowder, and the bullet suddenly missed and passed by the plate armor.

It is precisely because of this unforeseen human and external factor that the war of firearms develops towards a linear formation, that is, the whole platoon stands in a line and fires a salvo, and there are always bullets hitting the enemy.

"It's okay, you're novices, and the hit rate within seventy meters will increase in the future." Alan encouraged the two Awakened.

Alan then opened fire on another round of Awakened Ones, this time changing the target to a wooden target at a distance of eighty meters.

Under Allen's correction, twenty-five out of thirty shots.

Ninety meters, twenty-four shots hit.

One hundred meters, twenty shots hit.

One hundred and fifty meters, five hits.

The orc awakened man with the gun finally had a fine sweat on his head, one hundred and fifty meters was already so difficult, wouldn't it be impossible to shoot three hundred meters alone.

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

Allen single-handedly shot at a target of 300 meters, and probably didn't hit either.

No, not probably, but definitely missed...... The orcs live for themselves.

……

When the orcs were practicing their guns, the orcs who had gone around in a big circle sweated and came back with the plate armor on their backs.