When Old John led people to move the big wooden box to everyone, at this moment, everyone's eyes were attracted by this big wooden box.

As the wooden box was opened, under the expectant and curious eyes of everyone, the contents were displayed in front of everyone's eyes.

Five Garand M1 rifles, five Steyr TMP submachine guns, plus a couple of loaded black boxes.

Under the sunlight, these guns and ammunition are pitch black and shiny, and the light shines.

At this moment, except for Morris, everyone on the scene saw this legendary armor-piercing weapon for the first time: a musket

The scene was silent, and the silence was extreme.

Sean picked up a Garand rifle from the box and slowly introduced: "This holy spear from heaven is called Garand, it weighs 4.3 kilograms, is equipped with twenty bullets, and has an effective range of more than seven hundred meters, and within two hundred meters, it can penetrate any ordinary heavy armor." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell into shock again.

Even Morris, who was standing next to him, was frightened by Sean's remarks.

What is the concept of 700 meters?

Generally, ordinary bows and arrows, even if they are thrown, are estimated to be more than 100 meters away, and their lethality is limited.

Then there are the siege longbows of some elite legions of the principality, and the range is less than three hundred meters.

However, the distance is nothing, the key is that its lethality is still very terrifying, within two hundred meters, it can penetrate ordinary heavy armor, and its weight is only a few kilograms.

It's horrible, it's horrible.

Even the most powerful Monroe musket is estimated to have a range of one-third of it before it has a magic pattern.

"Oh my God, seven hundred meters!"

"Wouldn't that shoot farther than many of the ballistae that protect the walls?" exclaimed one of the midshipmen.

Hearing this, Sean smiled and said, "The heavy weapon of the ballista is usually used for city defense, mainly to break the enemy's heavy formation, no matter the speed and accuracy, it is far from being comparable to the holy spear in my hand...... It's useless to talk too much, so I'll show you a demonstration. ”

Hearing that the lord was going to demonstrate the use of the holy spear in person, the scene boiled again.

Under Morris's shouting, everyone avoided and cleared a shooting training field.

Sean held the rifle and slowly walked to the center of the training ground under the gaze of everyone, slowly raised the muzzle of the gun, and aimed at the target board fifty meters away.

I saw him gently pull the trigger, his body trembled, and suddenly several consecutive gunshots rang out "bang bang bang", and there was a muffled sound of a bullet hitting the target in the distance.

Immediately, everyone flocked to the target board to observe, and the scene above made them stunned and gasped.

On top of the thick target plate, several round holes were penetrated.

Obviously, the lord's holy spear just now easily penetrated the target board.

This kind of attack speed, this kind of lethality, is simply many times stronger than their crossbows.

When I used the repeater before, I thought the repeater was so lethal.

But after seeing the lord use the holy spear with his own eyes, this one realized that compared to this Garand, the repeater is rubbish.

After the demonstration, Sean called the person back to his place again, and said with a serious expression: "Now I will teach you to use this Garand holy spear, and then, every word and every action I say, you must remember it in your heart, and you must not miss anything, if there is anything you don't understand during the training, or what you want to know, you can ask me at any time......

"Finally, I would like to remind you that at no time should the muzzle of the gun be aimed at your own people, and in non-combat situations, you must pull the safety to prevent misfire and accidental injury to your own people......

Sean was speaking patiently, and everyone on the scene, including Morris, listened attentively.

Immediately after that, some people kept asking, "My lord, what is a fire?"

"And what's the recoil?"

"What does it mean to be stuck?"

"Why do we have to plug our ears when we practice shooting?"

"What are we going to do if the Holy Lance fails?"

"What is the barrel? Why do you want to check for cleanup?"

"And my lord, if the bullet you just mentioned gets wet by accident, can we put it on the fire to dry?"

In the face of everyone's questions, whether they are normal or strange, Sean patiently answers them one by one, and explains them carefully with the meaning they can understand.

Although these guys are not very educated, they are all relatively alert and receptive, especially little Pierce and the black dog who looked a little silly, and quickly mastered the correct posture and tricks of shooting.

For a whole morning, everyone spent the whole morning practicing shooting posture or asking questions, and the number of times they actually practiced shooting was not much.

Sean knew very well in his heart that training the first batch of gunners was the hardest.

As long as this group of people is successfully trained, and new gunners are recruited to join him later, it will be much easier for him.

Later, when it was almost noon, Sean taught them how to use submachine guns.

The submachine gun is small and delicate, light to carry, and simple to operate, and after a little explanation to them, they basically understand how to use it.

Rifles focus on precision killing, and submachine guns focus on firepower output, two different fighting styles.

As long as these guys are familiar with rifles, it will not be a problem to use any firearms in the future.

The only hope is that they will have better marksmanship and faster progress in training, so that they can save a lot of bullets in the future.

Poop!

When the church bell rings, before you know it, it's noon.

It's clear that Sean underestimated the guys' craze for firearms.

When the time for the afternoon prayer came, they held guns one by one and gathered around to discuss and communicate, not knowing the time at all.

Even Morris, who has always been steady and cold, participated in their discussions.

Sean coughed lightly, but everyone still didn't react at all.

In desperation, Sean said loudly: "It's noon, take a break, and continue training in the afternoon, lunch has been prepared for everyone in the castle, let's go over together." ”

Hearing the lord's urging, everyone reluctantly put down their guns and left the training ground unsatisfied.

Sean turned his head to look at Morris, who was following him, and said, "Wait and inform the five of them and let them come to training in a few afternoons." ”

Morris nodded, "Okay, Lord Lord!"

At the moment when everyone left the training ground, all of a sudden, there was a strange bird cry in the sky.

Sean frowned, looked up at the sky, and saw flocks of black-pressed birds, flying over the Black Hawk Territory in an overwhelming manner.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but be curious: "What's going on?"

Morris also looked up at the flock of birds, and said suspiciously: "I don't know, it seems that they all flew from the dark forest." ”

Sean pondered for a moment, secretly feeling that something was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "Zebra, haven't they come back yet?"

As soon as these words came out, Morris immediately woke up and said: "According to the time, he should have returned now, is there something wrong?"

"Let's go, we've got to get over and have a look. ”

After saying that, Sean said to little Pierce, "Hurry up and bring my horse." ”

Little Pierce was stunned for a moment, didn't he want to eat? Why did he have to lead the horse again?

Although my heart was full of doubts, I respectfully complied.

At this time, Morris also ordered to Tyson's five trainee knights: "Prepare to get on the horse, we must hurry to the border to investigate!"