Chapter 69: Shooting adjustment

　　 More than fifty people, one eighth, this loss is not small, but it is not too large.
　　In Richard's view, only seven-eighths of the enemies remained, and it was still possible to crush Gro and his party. Once he was determined to attack, he did not change much from the previous results.
　　 The only thing that might be different is morale.
　　 Morale is very important for an army, especially in the cold weapon era, morale can almost determine everything. In the explosion just now, in a state of confusion and fear of the unknown, the morale of the army outside the camp obviously lost more than the number of people. If the previous morale was one hundred, then the current morale is about fifty.
　　 After all, the destructive power of hot weapons is almost destructive to the soldiers of the cold weapon era.
　　 In addition, if there is no wrong guess, the soldiers and leaders who came to the siege may or may not know that they were doing a rebellious thing. This kind of thing is illegal and under great pressure.
　　If all goes well, they may be able to carry on with some enthusiasm, or the temptation of interest, and some crazy execution. But once it fails, the madness turns into fear and fear, and the morale declines rapidly, and it can only barely be maintained, and then enter a wait-and-see state. At this time, once again hit, it will become the last straw to crush the camel, morale directly reduced to zero, collapse and escape.
　　This is equivalent to the chaotic army in the history of modern earth. When fighting downwind, the fighting power of the slaughter city and adultery is stronger than anyone, and it can defeat the official army head-on. However, once the fighting is unfavorable, if you encounter an elite official army, you may be crushed at a touch. The hundreds of officers can chase thousands of chaotic troops everywhere.
In this case……
　　Licha raised his eyebrows and saw that the soldiers outside the camp had sorted out the team. They were preparing to launch a new round of temptations and turned to look aside and look at a nobleman.
　　 "Bill Caesar...Mr." Richard yelled.
　　 "Ah? Me?" Bill Caesar among the nobles looked at Licha cautiously, "You...what do you want to do?"
　　 "Help me do two things." Richard said calmly, "One is to take the arrows I made in the tent, and the other is to help me find a better crossbow."
　　 "Ah? Why me?" Bill Caesar said reluctantly.
　　 "Can't it?" Richard looked at each other calmly.
"I..." Bill Caesar's mood at this moment is like rolling over in bed with a beautiful lady of nobility. When she is about to complete a harmonious life, she suddenly sees that the beautiful lady is not a lady at all. A silly dog.
　　Why are you again? This wizard not only killed his own horse, drew his own blood, but now even instructs himself to take things. Why! Is it because, of all these people, only one has not inherited the title? But can I blame myself? My father can't die, so he may be able to send him away, and he is helpless.
　　 Really!
　　 This is already a very sad thing, can you stop bullying yourself?
Although Bill Caesar thought so, he didn't dare to say it. Looking at Li Cha's calm but unemotional gaze, what he couldn't help was a cold, shrinking his neck, Nono said: "Ah... , I'll go get it for you."
　　Bill Caesar left quickly. Richard looked at the other person's back and couldn't help but reflect: Was he holding a sheep's wool wool so hard? If that's the case...Let all the wool go.
　　Bill Caesar didn't know Richard's thoughts, otherwise he might jump up and fight desperately with Richard, but because he didn't know, he obediently took what Richard wanted.
　　Richard nodded with satisfaction, picked up an arrow he had processed, put it into a hand-crafted crossbow, stringed it well, and turned his head to look outside the camp.
　　The soldiers outside the camp were preparing to attack. This time it was not a cavalry charge, but a bow and arrow. After all, the sudden explosion just made everyone feel terrified and did not want to suffer again. For safety reasons, it is better to stay away and use a bow and arrow.
Outside the camp, a leader-like person is continually shouting and issuing orders, directing many soldiers to adjust their formation to ensure the volley effect.
　　 Li Cha narrowed his eyes, raised his crossbow and aimed at the other party.
　　 Pull the trigger the next moment.
　　 "Hey!"
　　The arrows flew out as fast as a black awn, hitting with great precision... a tree outside the camp.
　　 "Poo", the arrow penetrated into the trunk, and the tail of the arrow was still shaking.
　　 missed!
　　 Richard was expressionless, without any embarrassment, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes, as if he had expected it.
　　 This is because I really thought that there would be such a result, or that it was done on purpose.
　　The shooter who wears Yang in a hundred steps does exist in reality, but the shooter with a hundred shots and no misses only exists in entertainment novels and movies.
　　 The reason is very simple. Due to the influence of the external environment, equipment, and the shooter's personal body, there must be an error in shooting. The farther away~EbookFREE.me~ the more complex the environment, the worse the physical condition, the greater the error.
　　 is that on the modern earth, the most elite sniper, holding the highest precision sniper rifle, cannot guarantee that the first bullet fired during the mission will hit 100%.
　　 Generally speaking, in the process of performing a mission, if a sniper needs to assemble a disassembled sniper rifle before shooting, or shoot with an unfamiliar firearm. Then, before aiming at the target, one or more bullets must be tested to adjust the firearm error, otherwise the place where the bullet hits may be several meters away from the target.
　　 After all... killing should also be reasonable and scientific. It's not that you can kill if you want to kill, unless you really have a full grasp of this ability to kill, and every detail.
　　'S eyes flickered, and Richard looked at the arrow shaft that hit the tree trunk without turning his head. One hand continued to hold the crossbow, and the other hand protruded a very simple way: "arrow!"
With a lot of reluctance, Bill Caesar, holding many arrows on one side, handed an arrow to Richard's hand.
　　Richard was also not too long-winded, quickly inserted the arrow into the crossbow, re-winded, and continued to aim at the leader outside the camp.
　　 "Hey!"
　　The arrow flew out for the second time, turned into a black awn, and then shot the same tree outside the camp again.
　　Compared with the first arrow just now, this one is slightly lower.
　　 "Is the error about 5%..." Richard said to himself, and then said, "Arrow!"
　　Bill Caesar quickly handed the arrow up again, looking at the effect of Richard's archery, he couldn't help but despise it: this accurate head, even his own.
　　Richard ignored what Bill Caesar thought. He installed the arrow in the crossbow for the third time and raised it to aim. This time it took a little longer to aim, then pulled the trigger and shot again.