Guests gathered around the two royal family members to the shooting range.
Sure enough, it was different from the many shooting ranges used to train soldiers that Sean had been to. This place was more like a leisure place.
In the middle of the beautiful evergreen trees is a well-manicured lawn without a single weed. On one side is an awning with a carpet under the awning and tables with various food and drinks.
There is also a row of well-trained waiters waiting for guests' call at any time.
For some reason, the firearms were managed by the officers of the Guards, including the pistols brought by the guests.
When muskets became popular, shooting sports also became more popular, because it does not require as hard training as archery.
There are many people signing up for shooting competitions. Except for a few people who are too obsessed with shooting, most people just focus on participating. They like the banging sound.
More people regard this competition as a social event, just like they are chasing a new opera or a new melody composed by a musician.
They enjoyed food and drinks while showing off their firearms. Except for a few contestants representing the Bass Machinery Manufacturing Company who used Bass's latest 1830-style rifled rifles like Sean, everyone else used their own rifles——
Personalized decoration and your own unique mark or signature.
But without exception, they all use rifled guns, and the barrels are all carefully selected and considered to be the most perfect of a certain model. As for the rifling, some are semicircular, some are straight, and even six
Side type - they all use special bullets, and the cost is of course quite gratifying.
The first competition: precision shooting. All 50 people, each group of 10 people, a total of 5 groups. Each person has ten rounds of bullets. Within 20 minutes, shoot at the chest target 200 meters in front. Set the number of rings. The bullseye is of course
10 rings.
The game is divided into two rounds.
The top three best scorers in each group, if there are any with the same score, will also enter the second round, and then compete to determine the top three.
In the past, the effective range of ordinary muskets was 270 meters. This effective range meant that the two sides lined up in a dense formation and fired at each other, possibly hitting each other. However, the hit rate never exceeded 50%.
Even in intense shooting, the misfire rate was never less than 20%.
After the emergence of rifled guns, due to better air tightness, the projectiles still rotate at high speed due to the rifling, the range can reach 900 meters, and the effective range and hit rate can also reach extremely high levels.
The target distance of 200 meters is a good distance. For those who are good at shooting, it has a certain degree of difficulty. The key is how far it is from the target.
Organizer Bess allowed all contestants to test fire three times before the official competition, so the shooting range immediately erupted with gunshots.
"This gun looks good!" Sean fired three bullets, three ten-rings, and the second prince Philip walked up to him and watched the gun target together.
"It's really good." Sean nodded. The Bess rifle in his hand was even better than the last time he wiped out the Benjamin Tang gang. It had already used the conical-head cylindrical empty tail chamber bullet "invented" by Sean - named "Bess"
bomb.
The Second Prince Gang also scored three ten-ring good results. Despite this, Sean did not forget the purpose of Boss Bess’s purpose of holding this shooting competition, which was to show the excellent performance of Bess’s new rifle.
"We will stand together later and we will compete. If you win..." The second prince thought for a moment and shook the sword on the left side of his waist. "This sword will be yours."
"But if I lose, I don't know what prize I should get? His Highness's sword cannot be measured by money." Sean asked.
"I don't need anything from you." The second prince smiled, making people naturally fond of him, "The Royal Science Society needs to increase its membership quota."
Seeing Sean's doubtful expression, the second prince explained: "Membership of the Royal Scientific Society is just an honorary title. It gathers once a year and publishes one issue of the journal."
The implication is that this is a pragmatic association, just to reflect the royal family's emphasis on science and scholars.
"Actually, I'm not a scholar. I'm at best a somewhat clever inventor." Sean said truthfully.
"Someone told me that being too modest is tantamount to being proud." The second prince said, "Mr. Connery, you wouldn't agree with my understanding, would you?"
"Okay then, I'll try to win the game." Sean nodded.
"Very good, but I hope to win you even more. The Royal Science Society needs young people like you. You seem to be younger than me, right?"
"I'm nineteen and a half," Sean replied.
"That means you are younger than me." The second prince laughed heartily, "Haha, I am a back door person. If it weren't for my royal status, I would not be able to join the circle of the smartest people in the empire. I suddenly
I regret a little, because if you join, you will break my record of being the youngest member of the association!"
The second prince's self-deprecation made people even more fond of him.
Sean noticed that Princess Elizabeth was carefully inspecting her firearm. It was a rifle with a walnut handle inlaid with silver. It had a beautiful shape and the curvature fit perfectly into the woman's hand.
"My sister has been playing with guns since she was ten years old. Her shooting skills are very accurate. If she aims at your head, she will definitely hit you in the knee. You have to be careful later and don't get hit by her by mistake. Otherwise, the empire will lose a
A young genius." The second prince joked.
"Brother, have you ever ridiculed me like this?" The princess blushed. She was dressed in a hunting suit and stood tall and graceful. When viewed from a close distance, she was even more stunningly beautiful.
"The marksmanship is all taught. As long as you spend more time practicing, your marksmanship won't be too bad, Your Highness," Sean said.
"This is fair." The princess gave Sean an appreciative look, "Phillip, you always bully me."
"Yes, I always bully you. However, my father didn't allow you to come today. I begged my father personally and you succeeded. What do you say?" the second prince complained.
"You know the truth," the princess said.
The relationship between this brother and sister seems to be good, which is quite enviable. In his previous life, Sean was an only child, and he was alone in this world. I really don’t know what it would be like to have an older brother or older sister who cares about him.
"First group, take your place!"
A loud voice issued an order, and the guests ended their chaotic noise and started to get serious. Sean and the royal siblings were in the first group.
As the organizer, Boss Bass will certainly not put the seed players representing his company in the same group, and no one wants to compare His Highness the Second Prince.
Therefore, the only informal player in this group who uses a bass rifle is Sean.
Twenty minutes, 10 rounds of ammunition, enough time for the shooter to adjust his condition and aim accurately.
The ammunition of this era already used fixed ammunition, which used a layer of grease-soaked paper to wrap the projectile (lead bullet) and propellant together.
This requires a series of relatively complex operations. For example, you need to bite the paper shell ammunition in your mouth, open the medicine chamber, bite the paper shell, pour part of the gunpowder into the medicine chamber to use as a flint to start the fire, and then close the medicine chamber.
, stand the muzzle up, pour the remaining gunpowder from the barrel into the breech, and then put the lead shot through the muzzle. Because the lead shot is usually slightly larger than the inner diameter of the barrel, you need to push it in with a push-pull rod, and then aim.
emission.
Obviously this is very complicated, and the order cannot be mistaken, otherwise there will be very bad consequences. However, because the rifled gun has rifling, it is more difficult to load the projectiles, and the rate of fire is much slower than that of the smoothbore gun.
Compared with breech-loaded metal striker-type ammunition, shooters can usually only operate while standing. Considering firepower and accuracy, the "queue to kill" tactic on the battlefield is also an inevitable choice.
On the shooting range, there were sounds one after another, and white smoke filled the air. Princess Elizabeth was choked and coughed, and even tears came out.
"Congratulations to Your Highness Philip, you won first place in this group."
"Congratulations, Sean, you won second place and successfully advanced to the second round. My poor sister also won first place, but unfortunately she was last."