Chapter 1737 - 487: There Are Still More Good People Out There_2

Since childhood, he loved tinkering with his father's bird gun used for scaring birds, and was quite familiar with firearms, but had never seen anything as powerful as this.

Pulling the short metal lever next to the gun mechanism, a gentle breath can blow out the partially burned paper cartridge.

Next, you insert a paper cartridge bullet filled with gunpowder and push the lever back vigorously, completing the loading for the next shot.

This type of rifle doesn't even require cleaning the bore or slowly pouring gunpowder; close the breech and it's ready to fire!

When soldiers push and pull the lever, the breech emits a crisp "ding" sound, so they jokingly call it the "ding-ding rifle," while those mountain people, for some reason, call it "cow-boy rifle."

Regardless of what others call it, Laman prefers its official name—"Roxey 1052 Rifle."

The name comes from "Roxey Colin" Prince, produced by the Punk Gun Factory in Thunder City.

Fighting with the Prince's gun made him feel honored.

To many Campbell soldiers, this generous, kind-hearted Prince of the Empire, who was deeply in love with Princess Erin, had already become one of them, like a son-in-law to all of them.

In the hearts of countless Campbell people, His Highness came second only to their venerated Duke Edward, and Princess Erin.

"Look! The prince is here to see us!" In the ranks, a soldier lowered his voice and exclaimed excitedly.

Laman looked up towards the distance, surprise evident in his eyes; he didn't expect the esteemed prince to also be here in this swamp.

Not only did the young men in training see the prince, but their Centurion obviously saw him too.

This normally nonchalant fellow now stood with his chest puffed out high, looking almost like a proud rooster, his face glowing with excitement.

"Everyone, straighten your backs, Campbell lads, stand tall!"

The Centurion shouted loudly, pacing back and forth in front of the ranks, his booming voice echoing through the swamp.

"...Show the Prince what we practiced yesterday! Let our brothers from the Colin Duchy see the skills of their allies!"

With eyes wide open like bronze bells, they responded with a high-spirited shout.

"Yes! Centurion!"

Joining the shout, Laman took a deep breath, held it, and meticulously adjusted the ammunition pouch on his waist to ensure perfection.

On the nearby high slope, the prince indeed stopped there, holding a Giant Dragon hatchling in his arms, smiling as he looked in their direction.

That hatchling seemed to also have curious eyes, watching in their direction as if seeing something novel.

"All soldiers!" The Centurion drew his Commanding Sword, exhaling warmly, veins popping on his neck, "Target, wooden stakes a hundred meters ahead! Suppressive fire ready—"

Listening to the drummer's rapid beats, Laman quickly raised his gun, aligning the sights with the thick wooden stake, suppressing his increasingly accelerating heartbeat.

"Fire!"

With the Captain's command, Laman pulled the trigger.

"Bang—!"

Orange-yellow flames burst from the muzzle, gunshots scattered, and a hail of bullets poured towards the forest ahead.

His shoulder was abruptly struck, but Laman didn't pause even for a moment, his fingers deftly hooking the lever.

Pull, load, push forward!

This time, the paper cartridge burned thoroughly, so even the step of blowing into the gun chamber could be omitted, aiming smoothly once again.

"Ding—"

"Bang—!"

The crisp sound of the breech was followed by another gunshot!

Deafening gunfire echoed like a firecracker explosion, no longer like the sparse sound of frying beans from before, but a continuous thunder!

The so-called "suppressive fire" is the latest tactic trained by the Campbell Army.

Unlike the previous drills of "three-stage firing" and "gradual advance and shooting," they maintain formation unchanged and repeatedly load and fire in a very short time, unleashing a storm of bullets towards enemy positions!

Laman's speed was astonishing.

He's a natural carpenter, his hands steady and nimble, averaging every two and a half seconds per shot!

Beside him, a younger fellow with even more extraordinary talent, rumored to have played the piano before, could compress this speed to every two seconds per shot!

In an instant, the entire training ground erupted into a frightening roar.

In just one minute, a hundred soldiers unleashed astonishing firepower!

Amidst the flashing lights, the concentrated rain of bullets resembled a continuous steel storm, sweeping towards the target with overwhelming force.

Those wooden stakes used as targets were almost instantly shattered into fragments, wood chips flying everywhere.

And the small forest behind those stakes suffered even more, under the dense barrage, its bark splitting apart, countless broken branches and leaves scattering, as if undergoing a baptism of artillery fire!

Not far away, the Lizardmen helping to carry wood were terrified by this immense display of power, dropping their work, trembling on the muddy ground.

At the center of this storm, Laman felt his ears buzzing, the barrel already scorching hot like a red-hot iron.

"Ceasefire!"

The Centurion shouted, sheathing the military saber, mimicking the nobility, slightly bowing to the distant prince.

Laman saw that the prince seemed very pleased, even returning a salute to their commoner-born Centurion.

Apparently, their Centurion didn't expect the prince would return the gesture.