Bab 43: 43 Alice

A row of soldiers dressed in bright yellow military uniforms, neatly lifted their rifles to their shoulders at the command, aimed at the distant targets, and pulled the triggers under their index fingers.

"Bang!" A concentrated volley of gunshots echoed across the drill field, with white smoke spewing out from the barrels, rolling in front of this line of soldiers and refusing to dissipate for a long time.

"Reload!" The officer standing beside this row of soldiers shouted the command, lifting his chin high.

The soldiers set down their rifles, pulled the bolts on the sides of their rifles, and began to clean the gunpowder residue and the partially burnt paper cartridge from the barrels.

Their movements were somewhat awkward, but it was clear that they had already developed some familiarity with these new type of rifles.

This weapon was more powerful than any flintlock gun they had ever seen and would give them an advantage in the imminent war.