What Ikaruga is holding now is an M1841 Mississippi rifle!

It was the late summer of 1841, and the rifle had just been introduced.

In later years, it became known as the Jaeger rifle, or the Windsor rifle.

Since its launch, it has been heavily equipped in the U.S. military, accompanied the U.S. military through the Mexican-American War and the Civil War, and was loved by many cowboys during the Western Gold Rush.

It was not until 30 years later, after the appearance of the M1861 Springfield rifle, that the M1841 Windsor rifle completely withdrew from the stage of history.

But it was eventually phased out, and it was not until the beginning of the 20th century that the Springfield Gunsmith created the M1903, which was used as the standard rifle of the U.S. military, and completely disappeared from the U.S. military.

Although the M1841 is still a front-loading smoothbore gun, it uses a round projectile. But it already has 'rifling'!

In order to ensure the fit between the projectile and the chamber, the projectile will be wrapped with a layer of cloth, which will expand into the rifling after being pushed into the chamber by the cartridge lever, so as to play a better sealing role.

The principle is already the same as that of Mini.

As for the rest of the configuration, it is no different from a normal smoothbore gun.

But it is such a small improvement that makes it a unique weapon in this era.

……

"Turtledove! There are six people on the other side, you think again, okay? The beaver made a last-ditch effort to convince the turtledove not to be impulsive.

The bullet of the front-loading smoothbore gun is stuffed through the muzzle, and after being stuffed, the bullet is compacted by sticking into the barrel of the gun.

Even if you don't consider the hit rate, it takes at least half a minute just from loading to shooting. This has to be done by a skilled shooter.

And what about turtledoves?

Just by watching the turtledove hold the gun on his shoulder and adjusting it back and forth, he knew that it was a chick that could not be reborn.

It will not take more than half a year to touch the gun.

"Or, you're really going to fight—let's go back first, and I'll get you a bow and arrows?"

The beavers were about to cry.

He preferred to believe in the Indians' ability to throw stones rather than in the Indians' marksmanship.

No, he shouldn't have trusted the Indians!

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out!

A puff of smoke rose from the front of the barrel, but it was quickly dispersed by a gust of mountain wind.

The beaver was startled and quickly hid behind the rocks, babbling incessantly, not knowing what to say.

Turtledove ignored him, silently reloading and pressing the bullet......

"It's over, it's over......," the beaver poked his head out in a trembling manner.

I saw that there was a mess under the river valley.

The whites hadn't figured out where the bullets were coming from, and they were looking around. Some were running around, some were hiding behind a rock with their backs to them.

There was a corpse lying on the river valley.

The white men below screamed in panic, and no one even bothered to care about the corpse in the first place.

The beaver rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

This shot, it was actually shot?

He looked back at the turtledove suspiciously.

"You shot?"

"Won't you read?" Turtledove said coldly.

His heart is actually far from being as calm as it seems.

The huge recoil from the butt of the gun made his shoulders hurt.

But this pain made his blood boil even more. It's like seeing a bloody shark, killing only makes him more crazy.

The beaver retracted his head and watched silently as the turtledove loaded.

Then, the turtledove leaned out and fired another shot!

"Bang!"

The turtledove turned around and reloaded.

"Hit again?" The beaver asked in surprise.

"Hmm." Turtledove said lightly.

Two shots in a row hit, which is beyond the beaver's knowledge.

When, the hit rate of the rifle was so high?

Moreover, this turtledove looks like a raw melon egg who can't play with guns!

He hesitated, poking his head out in disbelief.

Then he quickly shrank back again.

"They've found us!" The beaver said nervously.

"Hmm." Turtledove said. If you can't find two shots in the same place, then those people down the valley are stupid!

"They're coming!"

"I know!" Turtledove said lightly.

For some reason, the beaver was annoyed by this indifferent look.

"They're coming, turtledoves!" The beaver roared in a cuffed voice. "Let's run!"

The turtledove was still unhurriedly loaded with bullets.

His movements were so rusty that when he loaded the gunpowder, some of the gunpowder was scattered on the ground.

But he unhurriedly twisted the spilled gunpowder from the ground and refilled it into the barrel, which wasted a long time.

"Turtledove!" The beaver glanced outside, then quickly shrank back again. "Let's run! If you don't run, it's too late! ”

"Turtledove, I know you're good at marksmanship! You've already killed two people, and even the most angry anger is enough to quench! Let's run! ”

"Turtledove! I beg you! ”

"There are four more people on the other side! They're already rushing up! ”

"You can't get every shot......"

In the midst of the beaver's chattering pleading, the turtledove stood up and fired a third shot.

Immediately afterward, a series of gunshots rang out from the bottom of the mountain.

The whites below the mountain are shouting!

"He's there! I see him! ”

"He only has one gun! Don't be afraid! ”

"Rush forward! Rush up! He hid behind a stone! ”

And, of course, all sorts of swearing.

The beaver's face turned white.

The voice of the white man under the mountain is so clear that it is no more than 100 meters away from the place where he is hiding!

Although it is said to be a back-attack, it can definitely rush up within a minute.

"I'm going to be killed by you, turtledove!" He said with a trembling mouth, his palms groping on the ground, feeling a stone and grasping it in his hands, not knowing what he wanted to do.

"Beaver, you just counted wrong!" Turtledove said.

"What?"

"There are 8 white people down the hill!" Turtledove said.

The beaver groaned in despair and sat down on the ground.

No wonder he thought the sound on the hillside was too noisy, it turned out that there were 5 more people!

How can this be fought?

"Bang!" The turtledove fired another shot.

And this time, the turtledove didn't shrink back behind the stone.

"Beaver, do you want to know what courage is?" Turtledove asked suddenly.

"What?" Beavers don't know what turtledoves mean.

Turtledove smiled.

He rolled over and jumped on the rock, and stood on the stone like that.

He shouted down the hill:

"Hahaha!"

"Anglo-Saxon juggling! Ye is standing here! ”

"Let's fight!"