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Chapter 1572 Chapter 206. Sniper

Jack and the elf instructor made an appointment to have another fight in a while.

In the next few days, they received training from the elves in the temporary camp.

Jack liked people with talent, and Genie was no exception.

Pike's shot made him a big star in the legion and qualified him to receive special training from the forbidden instructor.

Just as he said, that shot was indeed not a fluke, Pike really had the talent to become a ranger...but the probability of replicating it was about the same as a fluke.

Being able to hit an arrow as thin as a hair at a distance of at least 30 yards would make him a qualified archer among the elves.

boom!
Gunshots were heard a few hundred meters away from the makeshift camp.

Pike put down his gun in embarrassment and said to the elf instructor who had just released the bowstring: "I missed again."

From yesterday to today, he fired hundreds of times, but hit the target only three times with his arrows, and even in the last fifty times he didn't hit the target at all.

The elf instructor frowned for a long time, then suddenly walked over, drew his bow and arrow, shot another arrow into the distance, took Pike's magic musket, and pulled the trigger.

boom!
The gun went off, but the arrow still followed the predetermined arc and was not hit.

The elf instructor threw the musket to Pike and said, "The gun is not accurate."

"No?"

Pike said in a daze, looking dejected.

The elf instructor pointed at the gun and said, "It can't become your extended touch."

The elves have mixed opinions on the existence of magic muskets. It has too many shortcomings, such as the slow attack speed. They can quickly fire three or four arrows in the time it takes to fire one shot. There is also a loud sound. Once you fire a shot, creatures within a few miles will know your location. It is not natural enough. The stupid, big and black appearance is so ugly that no one would doubt that it is an orc artifact.

But even with all the prejudices, they had to admit that magic muskets were very easy to use. It took elves decades to train a qualified ranger, but humans only needed three days of training to hit an enemy 30 yards away.

"Its arrow is faster and should not be affected by the wind, but I didn't hit the arrow just now."

Pike held the magic musket and tried to make amends for his baby: "Could it be that the machine spirit is unhappy?"

The elf instructor was slightly startled, and his expression became visibly gentler: "So you have guns too?"

It was Pike who was stunned. It turns out that machine souls really exist?
Pike didn't know whether the machine soul existed or not, but this musket was really inaccurate - he placed five fixed targets from 100 yards to 500 yards in sequence according to the instructions of the elf instructor, then helped reload five times, let the elf instructor fire five shots, and followed her to check the targets.

The first target hit the bull's eye, the second target was offset to the upper left, the third target was close to the bull's eye, and there were no bullet holes on the fourth and fifth targets.

Although the last two missed the target, it was enough to shock Pike.

The target at 200 yards is as big as a sesame seed, at 300 yards it becomes as thin as a hair, and at 400 or 500 yards it is almost dust that is invisible to the naked eye.

The elf instructor said: "Your..."

"Crosshair?"

"Your crosshairs are tilted to the left." The instructor pointed at the second target that was tilted to the left, and then pointed at the third target that had regained its accuracy: "I'm aiming at the third target on the right."

"The fourth and fifth targets resumed their aiming normally."

Pike unconsciously stroked the magic musket, which was good news for him: the miss was not his problem, but the magic musket's poor accuracy.

He picked up a few more guns and tried them one by one, and found that these magic muskets all had the problem of the crosshairs being biased to the left.

After all, they were all cast from the same mold in the blacksmith shop. As for the magic musket having flaws... it's definitely not the case. The distance between them and the enemy is mostly 100 to 150 meters. If it's over 200 meters, even if the aim is right, they can't shoot. Why would they need such high accuracy?
Pike could accommodate, but the elf instructor couldn't. She shot two arrows in a row like dancing. Her eyesight was far away, so she couldn't see the exact location of the arrows, but they definitely hit the target.

"Your advantageous distance is 100 yards. Beyond 300 yards, a small elf squad can wipe out your legion." The elf instructor said mercilessly.

Pike turned pale.

He didn't believe that the elf team could defeat the legion, but they really couldn't... As long as they kept their distance and kiteed them, they could easily be defeated.

Use magic cannon? But given the elves' talent for dodging bullets, they probably wouldn't just stand there and let the cannon hit them.

Fortunately, he was just a soldier and the centurions could solve any problems he had.

"Me?" the centurion asked, feeling a headache.

Fortunately, he was just a centurion, and any problems could be solved by the legion commander.

"Not accurate enough?" Jack frowned in thought.

Fortunately, he is just a legion commander, and any problems can be solved by the City Lord's Mansion.

The news was quickly sent back to Liberty City. In the letter, Jack talked about the accuracy problem of the magic musket and the fact that Pike was treated differently by the elves.

"Sniper?"

Annan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the first sniper in Liberty City would appear in the Third Legion.

Olmedo looked up from the letter. "What's a sniper?"

"They are musketeers who can kill enemies at very long distances."

Annan had thought about training snipers, but with the current efficiency of magic gunpowder combustion, the effective range is at best 300 yards. Not to mention the accuracy beyond 300 yards, that amount of power can't even penetrate leather armor.

To put it bluntly, Liberty City's industrial base is lagging behind and cannot keep up with Annan's ambitions.

Establishing a foundation is not something that can be accomplished in a short period of time, and Liberty City is taking a path without any experience to draw on.

But once the signs have appeared, we have to cultivate them.

Should Bronzebeard work harder and ask the blacksmith shop to make a better set of molds?
Snipers are good things. Even though ten of them didn't even scratch the elves' skin, that's because they are nature's darlings and any long-range attacks can hardly hurt them, just like dragons can be immune to low-level spells.

With the sniper, the last... the last two... the last few shortcomings of the musketeers are made up: they can kill high-level soldiers in the rat tide.

However, before he could tell Bronzebeard the bad news, a solution was found in the north.

If dwarves were born with hammers, then elves were born rangers. Even if they had only been exposed to magic muskets for a few days, they improved the accuracy of the magic muskets by calibrating the crosshairs and notching the bullets.

It took Pike only a few tries to hit a target 300 yards away. He was now trying to hit a target 400 yards away that he couldn't see clearly and had to rely on his intuition.

Jack looked at it with envy, hoping that the elf instructor could help him adjust it. The elf instructor responded coldly: "You can't use it, it's useless."

Jack was still unconvinced: "I am their leader, I can hit a fly ten meters away, Pike learned his marksmanship from me -"

boom!
Gunshots rang out, and the black dot in the distance fell down.

Pike turned around and said, "Master Jack, what did you say?"

(End of this chapter)