Warlord: King of All Clans

The loud sound of Rio's shooting attracted the attention of many longbowmen, and they all came over to watch.

During the past six months, artillery target shooting experiments have been very frequent on the Hewan Peninsula, but it is extremely rare to see a "cannon" held in the hands like this.

Almost all the Basaka people in the Wolf-Driving Plain are longbowmen, but Hewan cannot afford to support so many full-time soldiers, so it can only select the best among them to become the lord's army.

The remaining Basaka longbowmen, after coming into contact with imperial society, also found ways to survive besides fishing and hunting.

That is to form a longbow mercenary group to provide military force to the surrounding caravans and lords.

The powerful Savage Longbow can almost defeat all mortal arms except the armored knights.

Moreover, small-scale battles are different from large-scale wars. Longbowmen can fight more flexibly and demonstrate their individual combat capabilities.

A mercenary group consisting of twenty or thirty longbowmen protected the caravans traveling to various places in Isenpol. When they encountered attacks by bandits that were several times their number, they could defeat them with a few waves of arrows from the trucks.

Even if the bandits rushed to the front and the two sides engaged in close combat, the longbowmen were not easy to deal with.

They would take out the two-handed swords produced in the River Bend Territory, swing them like windmills and slice the bandits into pieces.

The powerful longbow mercenary group brought back extremely generous rewards with very few casualties, and their living standards suddenly surpassed those of their fellow tribesmen who still made a living by hunting.

Therefore, the first career goal of the wild people in Hewan is to become a soldier of the Riverwan Lord’s army, and the second career goal is to become a member of the Wild People Mercenary Group.

Even many young men in the empire, influenced by this trend, began to practice longbow.

Many idle archers come to the shooting range in the river bend to practice archery every day, and Bjorn, a wild folk hunter who has been promoted to an extraordinary level, is a frequent visitor here.

He is a great hunter of the Great Falls tribe and is unwilling to live in a small town of wild people dominated by the Wolf Fang tribe.

On the contrary, as the leader of the River Bay Bow Force, when he was not back to the Great Falls, he always lived in the barracks in the River Bay town.

After his extraordinary awakening, Bjorn's physical fitness further improved and his five senses became sharper, so his archery skills also improved accordingly, and shooting an arrow through a target from a hundred paces away was just a basic operation.

Looking at the strange weapon in Leo's hand, Bjorn first marveled at its great power, but then felt speechless at its poor hit rate.

When it comes to projectile weapons, Big Hunter Bjorn has the most say, so he's worried that Leo might become too obsessed with them.

"You are worse than the Kobold Cannon. The Kobold Cannon kills a large group with one shot, but your handheld cannon can only hit one person with one shot."

"If you have time to study this, you might as well practice archery more."

The heavy flintlock rifle in Leo's hand can be said to be a handheld cannon. It has great power and its recoil is also very amazing.

When he reached the intermediate extraordinary level, Leo's strength was already terrifying. He could actually fight with a 200-jin ogre cannon.

But the cannon was slow to reload, and for a sharpshooter like Bjorn, it was no more useful than a heavy longbow.

Leo was unhappy, "What do you know? This is a musket. One day, you will all wear it."

Bjorn was even more unhappy. He hugged his 200-pound yew longbow and shook his head, saying, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. I will never use a weapon like yours in my lifetime."

The longbowman beside him also shook his head. "The longbow is the right way. It is efficient, accurate, and deadly! There is no substitute!"

In order to prove the correctness of their words, they began to show off their skills. Some shot continuous arrows, and some shot clustered arrows, and every arrow hit the bull's eye.

Leo didn't explain and continued playing with the gun, "I hope you won't regret it this time next year."

For now, the flintlock rifle cannot replace the longbow. First, its production is limited. Second, it has too many defects. Third, the Ba bow is really awesome.

Leo was just trying to satisfy his curiosity and testing its performance in the hope of making suggestions for improvement as soon as possible before mass production.

Not to mention the flintlock rifle, even a knife, a sword, or a longbow were gradually improved after countless wars and countless generations slowly summarizing their advantages and disadvantages.

Based on the design ideas provided by Leo, this flintlock rifle made by Morse using an advanced alchemy table, no matter how sophisticated it was, it had never actually been used on the battlefield.

The hidden defects are not yet clear and can only be tested through repeated test firings and actual combat.

But when the final style and mass production came, it became inevitable that the musket would replace the longbow.

Just as he was about to fire another shot, Leo's trouser leg was pulled. He looked down and saw that the little dog-headed girl Xikes had sneaked into the shooting range at some point, staring at his flintlock with shining eyes.

"Big brother, I want to play too!"

"Where's your pig? Go play with your pig!"

"You scared the pigs away."

Xix has been responsible for taking care of the unicorn pigs in the River Bend Corral. Now he can put reins on the unicorn pigs and ride them to give various commands. They are no more clumsy than human cavalry.

The unicorn boar, which originally weighed six or seven hundred pounds, has grown to nearly a thousand pounds under her careful feeding, and is basically a half-grown rhinoceros.

There are thirty or forty boar riders like her in the Gnoll Valley, but their boar mounts are in the growth stage and cannot be used in the battlefield for the time being.

Sometimes, Sixx would be invited by Strong to the Kobold Academy in the Kobold Valley to serve as an instructor for the Boar Riders and teach the Kobolds how to train boars.

But most of the time he assisted Olivia in Riverbend.

It cannot be said to be assisting, it would be more accurate to say that he was under house arrest.

She is Olivia's most mischievous kobold goddaughter. Olivia was afraid that Six would get into trouble, so she always ordered her to stay in the river bend to feed the pigs.

"Okay, I'll give you a shot," Leo couldn't help but agree when he saw Six's expectant puppy expression.

Six, who was less than one meter tall, now had some strength, but it was still very difficult for him to lift a heavy flintlock rifle that was one meter and sixty long and weighed fifteen pounds.

Leo had to find a bench and place it in front of her to act as a support.

With a roar, smoke rose, and Six was knocked to the ground by the recoil.

Six didn't care at all. He quickly got up and looked at the shattered target fifty meters away with his eyes shining. "Woof woof woof! So strong!"

"Six, you can't be a longbowman, but you can shoot a gun. Six, you want to be a musketeer!"

Because his arms were not long enough, the kobold could not pull the barbarian longbow, but he had no problem pulling the trigger.

Leo was very relieved that Hewan finally had someone who understood him - a dog.

"Well, I declare you the first Musketeer of Riverbend!"

"Come, I'll continue teaching you how to shoot!"

But on the third day, the musketeer master and apprentice at Hewan were now in name only.

Because the gun was stolen by Fraser.