After installing the crosshair sight, Claude resumed shooting practice and his life became regular. For example, two days a week he rides horses in school, two days goes to the woods outside the town for shooting practice, and two days a week he goes to Ericson's dock to help build fishing boats. Of course, he just follows along and does what he can. , it’s not his turn to do technical work yet
On another Sunday, Bockar encouraged all four of them to bring matchlocks and go hunting in the hills and forests on the southern outskirts of the town. The result was that he set off in high spirits and came back dejected. He didn't even pick up a bird feather, and he had two big blisters on his feet from shopping all day. When he got home, Claude collapsed on his bed.
This is no longer a question of accuracy in marksmanship, but an issue of not being able to catch any prey. The area on the southern outskirts of the town is mostly home to the town's farms, forest farms, orchards and vegetable gardens. Although there are many mounds and forests, there are no larger prey at all, and some have long been hunted for teeth. sacrifice.
The remaining animals are nothing more than moles, mountain rabbits, pheasants and other animals, but these guys are hunted down by the watchdogs of those farms, forest farms, orchards and vegetable gardens every day, and all of them have become extremely clever, and they will immediately run away at the slightest movement. Several times Claude and the four found targets, but before the muskets were set up, the targets fled without a trace.
On the way back, Bok'ar gritted his teeth and said harshly that it was his fault that he got nothing this time because he chose the wrong place. The mounds and mountain forests in the southern suburbs of the town were not a good place for hunting. He forgot that there were so many people coming and going here that there could be no big prey. Therefore, next Sunday he is going to get out the delivery carriage of his business and take everyone to the foot of the mountain to the west of the town. There are dense forests there, and they will definitely find good prey.
Let’s talk about next week. Claude picked out the two blisters on his feet and applied some trauma medicine given by Vericro. His feet felt a little cool and the pain was relieved a lot. . Last week, because my feet were a lot bigger, the original shoes were no longer suitable for wearing. My mother went to buy a pair of leather boots in a larger size for Claude. However, Claude forgot that the new shoes would chafe his feet. Wearing new leather boots to climb mountains and ridges, two big blisters on my feet were self-inflicted.
There is a stack of Manly paper on the table, which is the result of Claude's time. Every night at home, he drew what he remembered about the structure of the flintlock gun and the shape and design of early muskets in his previous life on these Manly papers, so as not to forget it in the future. It is a pity that the time traveler did not study science majors such as mechanics and chemical engineering in his previous life, but studied computers and business management, which is of no help to his current situation.
If I had known that I could time travel, the time traveler might have worked hard to learn and understand the knowledge of military affairs and mechanical forging.
Claude sighed and lay helplessly on the bed. In his previous life, he was not even a pseudo-military fan. The only gun he touched a few times was the first time he was given a gun during the military training in college. He used the B1 style to shoot. He fired ten bullets and got a score of sixty-three, ranking among the top in the class.
Later, I don’t know whether it was the third or fourth time that the boss took me to an underground shooting range. It is said that it is a business place of a company that cooperates with military and civilian businesses. But most of those times were for socializing and negotiating business cooperation. Who told me that the boss was a gun fan and loved shooting sports, whether it was at the shooting range or in bed
It would be great if I had Boss Wu's knowledge of firearms. He is very knowledgeable about any gun. He can even transform a flintlock gun out of discarded material pipes in the garage, paint it with gold and red and decorate it into a gift for the boss. What a great gift, it looks very dazzling when placed on the desk. Many people who don’t know think it is a real original antique musket, which makes Boss Wu very proud.
If it were Boss Wu who traveled through time, Claude would definitely show off his skills in this different world. This is what Claude thought. Most of the flintlock guns painted on his desk were also the flintlock guns given to him by Boss Wu on his boss's desk. The impression left on him was that the flintlock gun had never been fired once. Although Boss Wu also mentioned that the gun was practical, no one was so full that he actually used the gun to shoot a round.
To be honest, Claude also thought about it. If Bock Al sells his Sullivan gold coin, if he has the money, he should go to Big Hammer to find boss Mike and give these flintlock accessories one by one. Build it yourself