Standing on the top of that hill, Henri François, a sharpshooter instructor from the army, had to squint to see the scene where the unlucky guy was shot, again because he had the short sequence 'Eagle Eye' that increased his eyesight.

"I can't see it at all." His assistant shook his head, and the young cadet Heinz Thorwald raised the monocular after speaking: "That Marlin made us lose five hundred yuan, it's really fatal, if it weren't for the fact that this is indeed the starting point of ballistics, and that tower master has also passed the detection of lies, I wouldn't believe him in any way." ”

"Heinz, you didn't think that maybe Marin was lying." Henry said with a smile.

"No, I have a good relationship with the chief commissar of the 17th Infantry Division, he is a relative of mine, and the last time he came back to visit his family, he mentioned the record of His Excellency Marin Gayat, and he said that this is a standard marksman, and he can do a hundred shots after a hundred shots with a coin hundreds of yards away."

"I've heard this story too, and it sounds like a political commissar made up a good way to encourage the front-line soldiers." The middle-aged man of the François family sighed when he said this: "To be honest, I don't like this Nanyan child. ”

"Don't do that, Instructor Henry, I'm a Nankee too."

"You're different, you're human, and he's half-blooded."

At this point, they saw a team of personnel appear nearby.

"Our old adversary is here." The duo from the Western Royal Army Academy saw these people coming over after passing the inspection of the patrol, and at the same time showed an unpleasant smile, as an instructor, Henry stretched out his hand to the middle-aged man who walked up to the top of the hill: "Welcome, Matthias, my companion. ”

"Me too, Henry, and I'm glad to see you here." The middle-aged man finished speaking with a smile, glanced at the scene, and then looked south: "Five hundred and seventy-nine yards, a dreaded number, have you tried to re-shoot." ”

"Not yet, but considering that the musket Marin uses is specially made by him, we are buying a rifle of the same model from his workshop."

As they had said this, they saw a dwarf coming on his goat: "Who ordered a gun in the Marlin workshop?" ”

"It's us, old friends from the mountain." Henry waved his hand.

The dwarf came to Henry on a goat, noticing the medal on his chest from the dwarven army: "A human friend of the western wilderness!" Come on, let's take a look at the receipt stub! ”

The two of them looked at the receipt root, and the dwarf took the gun out of the bag and handed it to Henry, then turned to look at the middle-aged man: "Matthias, my old friend, why are you here?" ”

"Look at the genius who has just created a new shooting range, since the rifled muskets were made, muskets are no longer the favorite game of the gentlemen of the Middle Ages who held them and looked for a fatal encounter within thirty meters." The middle-aged man smiled and stretched out his hand, while the dwarf pulled out another gun: "It just so happens that there are two extra guns today." ”

Then he looked at the two of them as if he had thought of something: "Ah, by the way, do you need a scope?" ”

"It's better to get used to the things you prepare."

Henry and Matthias, as rivals, came to a rare agreement on one thing, they took out their scopes, loaded them into their guns, and then pulled the bolt and pulled the standard heavy ammunition out of their pockets.

Closed the bolt together, raised the gun together, and aimed at that position together.

“…… My scope seems to be a little smaller, my old friend, do you know how many magnifications Marlin usually uses. ”

"I don't know, he has several magnification lenses, there are wide-angle plane lenses, he says they are called red dots, and double and quadruple mirrors, but he also made himself an eight-fold long mirror, which is very little produced, and is usually sold to us dwarven mountain rangers."

"Do you have one?" Again, the two opponents asked in unison.

"The master master said that you will definitely regret using your own sights." The dwarf smiled and took out two small boxes: "You shouldn't understand, but it's okay, the box has instructions inside." ”

"Yes, leave it to us."

Henri François from the Western Royal Army Academy, and his eastern counterpart, Matthias Heitzenor from the Sidney Wehrmacht Academy, quickly learned to use the new scope, and after a few test shots, they easily hit their target – on that beach, they both hit the trunk of a small tree.

"Very perfect musket, can we order it?" The third time, the two instructors thought together.

Only this time the dwarf disappointed them: "I'm sorry, our orders are already scheduled for next year, a large number of orders from elves and dwarves, and your majesty the king is ordering this kind of good guy from us." ”

"Is there a single one for sale?"

"Yes, as a general rule, we keep one of the best guns every day, and if you want them, you'll need to find Mr. Marin, because they are basically on his rack, and he may use them sometimes."

With that, the dwarf manipulated the goat and left.

The two instructors who were left behind frowned.

Then they turned their heads to look at their assistants at the same time.

"Help me contact Lord Marin, I need to buy him a special high-precision musket of this kind from him."

Once again, the two old rivals came to a consensus.

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Marin received a church draft from the tower owner the next day, and he also obtained some information - the prize pool was more than 200,000 to be honest, which scared him, but later I heard that it was all kinds of sharpshooter instructors in the army, the hunting clubs of the nobles, and the fraternity of the substitute punisher in the church all heard about this epoch-making hunt, and the sharpshooter instructors were surprised by the distance of this hunt, and the masters of the hunting club were surprised by the perfect shape of this gun, and the representatives of the punisher fellowship were full of praise for its accuracy, Requests for orders from the three organizations poured in like snowflakes, and the dwarves of the workshop had to carry out the third round of recruitment in advance, and the master craftsmen said that there had never been such a happy time—making money and making such perfect muskets had never been so closely linked as they are today.

Marin felt the same way, especially when His Majesty asked again how much his estate had earned, and his butler answered him in place of Marin, and the surprise on the middle-aged man's face was so ...... Authentic.

"You're richer than I am."

"Your Majesty, I think you must be talking nonsense, you have the loveliest daughter in the world." Marin felt that the old man was really a little confused—he didn't want to think about how important his daughter was in the eyes of the kid in front of him.

"But she belongs to you already." His Majesty was very unhappy with this.

What's wrong with not being satisfied, what can I do, come out and mix, I always have to pay it back.