The training place for pistol shooting was arranged in the castle, and all the witches selected for the investigation team, including Sylvie, were given a revolver.
Roland spent two days to familiarize everyone with and master the posture of holding a gun, and then the training began with live shooting. The main content was divided into ten meter aiming shooting and five meter rapid shooting, in order to cope with the two situations of being prepared and being attacked.
During the gun training, the witches' performance was decent, but when it came to shooting, they were exposed.
Especially when the deafening sound of gunfire sounded, the first thing most people did was to cover their ears, which made Nightingale raise her eyebrows.
Except for Anna.
She held the gun motionlessly with both hands, continuously pulling the trigger, completely ignoring the sound of gunfire and the smoke. Not to mention the accuracy, just this action was done very cleanly.
In addition to learning knowledge, Anna was also very talented in other aspects … Roland was secretly surprised, but as a large caliber revolver, even with the use of black powder bullets, there would be a strong recoil, so how could her arms remain motionless during the continuous shooting?
He curiously walked behind her, only to see two balls of Black Fire clinging to the handle, firmly clamping it in the air, while Anna was only holding the gun, not touching it at all. Patting her on the shoulder, she took out the Black Fire from her ears, using it as an earplug, with an expression on her face, "How is it, I hit all the targets?"
Roland didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to loudly announce: "No one is allowed to use their ability to assist in the training."
"Hey, why?"
"If we encounter an enemy with a God's Stone of Retaliation, wouldn't we be in a panic?" Roland sighed, reaching out to plug Anna's ears, "This way, we won't be afraid."
"Yes …" Her bright eyes were full of smiles, after changing the bullets, she once again raised the gun to aim.
"Maggie, come quickly, I also need to plug my ears," Lightning said enviously.
"Coo …" The latter pointed to the gun in her hand.
"You can't shoot after you turn into a bird," the little girl winked, "You help me first, I'll help you later."
Gu!
The other witches in the castle were also attracted by the continuous gunshots and gradually gathered in the castle's front yard. Many of them even showed an eager expression. In the end, almost everyone came up to experience how to operate a firearm.
Seeing a group of colorful women fiddling with the weapons in their hands in high spirits, Roland was deeply moved.
Until now, he could still remember the first time he met each witch.
In the past, Anna's limbs were as thin and weak as bamboo poles. Her eyes were lifeless, and her face was always expressionless.
There was always a hint of gloom between Nightingale's eyebrows. Her smile had nothing to do with her emotions, or rather, it was to hide her emotions that she always wore a playful smile on her lips.
There was also Vendy's exhaustion that could not be concealed after her soft voice, Leaf's resignation and confusion when she bet everything on the future, and Lily, who was as alert as a cat.
Lightning, Mystery Moon, Hummingbird, Scroll and so on.
After experiencing oppression, being framed, and being hunted down, being able to survive was already a form of luck. As for where he should go, he had no time to think at all. But now, they were completely different from the past.
The witches all exuded a unique charm, their eyes sparkling with a lively light. For them, the future was no longer uncertain. In addition to being able to survive, they now had the spare energy to pursue something else, something that was as beautiful as life itself.
And every time he saw the gratitude and trust in the witches' eyes when they looked at each other, Roland's heart was filled with strength.
After lunch, it was his turn to practice high-altitude throwing in the afternoon. The number of witches participating in the practice was reduced by more than half, leaving only Anna, Vendy, and Lightning.
This was also the minimum number of people needed to complete the air raid.
Setting the time of the attack at the beginning of the second month of autumn was the result of Roland's careful consideration. If the time was too short, he would not be able to fully prepare; if it was too late, he was afraid that he would not be able to stop Timothy from sending troops. As long as he insisted on launching a large-scale attack on the Western Region and fed the forcibly conscripted civilians with the drugs, this air raid would not achieve the desired effect.
Therefore, the autumn offensive had to be launched before he had completely completed his conscription.
In order to achieve his goal, Roland planned to drop a 250-kilogram bomb directly over the Graycastle Palace. This bomb, which was equivalent to the weight of five Nightingale, would be dropped from a height of two thousand meters, directly penetrating the palace dome and detonating inside the palace.
As the hot air balloon slowly rose, a huge basket carrying a solid imitation bomb rose into the sky. Because Roland was also riding in the basket, this solid iron bomb was a size smaller, probably only the weight of four Nightingale. However, its shape was exactly the same as the aerial bombs that would be put into actual combat in the future. It had a streamlined shell with a thick front and a thin back, and at the end was a stabilizing tail and a decelerating parachute, which could ensure that it would always fall perpendicular to the ground and control its maximum falling speed.
The throwing basket had also been specially modified with an iron bracket, so that the bomb would stand vertically in the middle of the basket, with half of it sticking out of the bottom of the basket. As long as the valve was pulled, the claw mechanism would be released, and the bomb would leave the basket and fall straight down.
As the altitude continued to rise, Border Town soon became only the size of a fingernail, while the Redwater River turned into a sparkling silver ribbon.
"This is the first time I have stood at such a high place," Vendy looked out through the observation window, "I feel that the entire Western Territory has become narrow."
"Because this place itself is very narrow," Roland said with a chuckle, "Look at the Barbarian Land in the north, that is the place we should go later."
"Do we still have to go up, I can't see the target point," Lightning shouted from outside the basket.
"That's more or less enough," he nodded towards Anna, and then gestured to the little girl that he was ready.
Although it was impossible to judge how far away they were from the ground, it should be more than a thousand meters away. Launching an attack at this height could be said to be absolutely safe, moreover, the enemy would also be unable to observe the hot air balloon's movements.
However, the drop distance of more than a thousand meters meant that hitting the target depended entirely on fate. In order to accurately hit the target, this bomb must have a guidance system.
And the little girl Lightning would be responsible for this task.
"Drop the bomb," Roland ordered.
Vendy pulled the valve and dropped the bomb, causing the air to suddenly flow into the basket. Anna had already prepared a cover to seal the throwing hole and tighten the fixing bracket. These processes had been repeatedly practiced on land, so the two of them seemed to have a very good understanding of each other.
"Can she hit the target?" Vendy asked while leaning against the window.
"We'll have to wait until we get down to know the answer," Roland said with a shrug.
During the process of the bomb's fall, Lightning would fall at the same speed as it and exert a horizontal thrust, so that the bomb could freely change its trajectory, thus turning it into a guided bomb. When it was close to the target, Lightning would pull the tail mechanism, separating the parachute from the bomb. The bomb would then obtain sufficient kinetic energy in the last few hundred meters until it penetrated the roof of the palace.
In this way, a sufficiently high falling distance would instead become a guarantee of accurate control of the falling point.
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