Poor family mother and son

Chapter 855 "Rush!" "Ah!" ([-])
This is the southernmost place in New Lun Prefecture, and it is a place that Daxuan has always ignored. Even the officials have continued to use the old East Lun team.

To put it bluntly, it is "local self-government". To put it bluntly, no one is willing to take over the barren areas, because not to mention the lack of political achievements, it is easy to be criticized for having something to do with the old Eastern Lun nobles.

Song Tingshan has actually made a lot of efforts in these places, but it is really not easy to produce results.

The grass-roots officials in these places are very aggressive, and the benefits they can get from the nobles of the old Eastern Lun far exceed the salaries and powers given by the Daxuan court.

If there are not a few clear industries to maintain, the life of the people here will not make any progress.

Now, the people of Voss turned their aggrieved feelings about not being able to wantonly plunder and scruples towards Chu Qing into resentment and vented it on the common people.

At this moment, the people's hopes for the imperial court and the trust they placed in the Chu family suddenly dropped to freezing point.

In the eyes of the common people, so many people died in front of them, but there are no officials to make decisions for them, that is "the court doesn't care".

The Voss have been stationed on the Chu family's land for so long, but the Chu family has not responded, which means the Chu family is not trustworthy.

The local yamen is the "imperial court" in the eyes of the common people, but if the magistrates and counties have run away, who cares about them?
The Chu family is so rich, and the land is not short of half a piece of land. The landlord is not in a hurry. What can they expect from the common people who live on other people's land?
"I can't live anyway, let's fight!" The common people shouted in grief and indignation: "Killing one is enough money, killing two counts as earning!"

"boom!"

At this moment, an explosion sounded suddenly, accompanied by a strange smell.

The people who were fighting fiercely didn't pay attention, but a dying Voss man lying in a pool of blood saw that he had just been pierced through the heart and lungs by a Daxuan man's boning knife.

He saw a half-grown child holding a strange object in his hand, smoking.

"Ho...ho..." He panted with difficulty, trying to speak, but bloody foam came out of his throat from time to time.

No one hears, and no one will listen to, a dying man.

The child said something to the people around him, and the people around him shouted: "The young master of the Chu family is back! The young master of the Chu family is back from the country of Vos!"

Holding the cleaning stick, Xiaobao stabbed the second "paper-wrapped bullet" into the bottom of the barrel, and then aimed at the man Worth who was raising his knife to chop at a Daxuan woman.

The Daxuan woman was dragging her injured husband, trying to drag him out of the crowd, but the Navos wanted to kill both her and his husband.

"boom!"

The strange thing shook in the half-grown child's hand.

The Voss man, who was lying in a pool of blood, saw that there was an oval black hole on the cheekbone of his "brand head" (ten husband's head), while the people behind him were sprayed with red, red, white and white, and their faces were sticky s things.

"Ho... ho... he is the son of the devil! His... mother is the devil, and he... is the devil's... son!" The Voss man struggled to finish the sentence, and died, The mouth is full of blood foam.

And the movement of his "Brand Head" slashing with the knife was so froze-until the companion behind him wiped his face in a daze, saw the brains in his hands, and looked at the "Brand Head" being lifted. With the back of his head opened, he suddenly yelled, "Ghost!"

The sound of splitting the fork was worse than that of a ghost.

The crowd of killing each other fell silent, and people kept their original movements—some raised their scimitars high, some had already pierced their daggers halfway into each other's stomachs, and some were shouting with their mouths open, but the shouting stopped abruptly.

People watched the tallest Voss man with a hole in his face fall down, and then they stiffly turned their heads to a half-grown child ten feet away.

The child was holding a strange thing in his hand. It was as long as a ruler, and there was a pipe on it, which was still smoking.

The child brought the pipe to his mouth, "Huh!" and blew the smoke from the mouth of the pipe.

It was eerily quiet, only the sound of horseshoes in the distant streets could be heard from far and near.

Voss cavalry rushed over.

The crowd looked at the horseman, and then at the boy.

Xiaobao seems elegant and slow, but in fact, he filled another paper-packed ammunition extremely quickly, and suddenly turned sharply, and shot the rider who turned towards the corner of the street!
"boom!"

"what!"

The rider fell off his horse.

Without batting an eyelid, the crowd followed the kid... what was in his hand, and then saw the Voss rider fall off his horse.

The whole process was magnified in their eyes like a slow motion - there was an extra hole in the man's armor, at the position of the heart.

"Okay, it's amazing!" Zhuo Yao didn't move his lips, but only squeezed out a very low voice between his teeth: "It's pretty accurate!"

Xiao Bao also squeezed out a reply from between his teeth: "It missed!"

A total of three shots were fired, and the first shot was fired into the sky, as it is done in TV dramas: Fire a shot into the sky, and then the crowd can be silenced—it didn’t.

The second shot was aimed at the right shoulder of the "brand head". The man was so tall, and Xiao Bao was afraid that if he hit his head, the bullet would miss the sky, so he aimed at his shoulder, and hit his face.

The third shot was really aimed at the head, but it hit the heart.

It's not that Xiaobao is not good at aiming, but that this kind of gun itself is not easy to aim.

It takes considerable strength and skill to stay on target throughout a shot, from trigger to recoil.

First of all, the trigger of this gun is very tight and hard, and it takes a lot of finger strength to pull it, which will easily cause the muzzle to shake.

The second is that the gun body is very heavy, more than three catties, and almost four catties. If you want to shoot as smoothly as possible, you need a strong arm.

Also, the flintlock uses black powder, which causes a huge amount of recoil, so you can't relax your body immediately after pulling the trigger, otherwise the recoil will cause the bullet to miss the target.

Therefore, during the whole process from firing the gun to the recoil effect, it is necessary to keep aiming at the target.

From loading ammunition to aiming and shooting, it takes a period of special training to ensure a certain accuracy.

But since Xiaobao got the gun, he didn't have enough time, and he didn't have a few opportunities to practice.

In addition, the launch sound of this thing is too loud, and it is easy to be noticed by Voss people in Linyang County, so they lack sufficient training and experience, so that it is still relatively unfamiliar to use.

Xiaobao had been loading ammunition very quickly just now, but he still couldn't have a chance to aim calmly. He turned around and shot at the approaching cavalry almost immediately after loading.

The target is moving, and the speed of the horse is much faster than that of the human. Xiaobao fired the gun before he could aim carefully. To be honest, it would be nice to be able to shoot the person, let alone hit the position he was aiming at instantly.

Don't look at Xiaobao blowing the barrel of the gun very elegantly, and loading ammunition very slowly. Even now, it is very common for the Voss to be shot in the heart and fall off the horse. But in fact, The little guy's arms were trembling slightly, and the recoil was shocking.

However, the big-tailed wolf should pretend.

Seeing the rider's war horse run wildly in fright, rushing towards him, Xiao Bao threw out a porcelain jar with his hands.

(End of this chapter)