Chapter 229 Grevi's Defeat

(The following figure is a schematic diagram of the Lebel magazine, where the bullets are connected end to end in the tubular magazine)

Then Charles tried the rifle again. As a colonel, he would most likely use a rifle on the battlefield, so he had to learn it.

He soon discovered that the Lebel rifle was also not friendly to novices.

This thing uses a tubular magazine.

Other people's guns load ammunition into the magazine vertically, but the Lebel rifle loads it horizontally one by one. Although it can hold 8 rounds and seems to have a large capacity, it will affect the feel.

Because the center of gravity of the gun changes after each bullet is fired, although it is very slight, it seems that a different rifle is held each time, which gives Charles a sense of confusion. He practiced for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

It would be better if the gun was placed somewhere to shoot, but you can't find a place to place the gun anytime and anywhere on the battlefield.

In addition, Charles was a little scared every time he pulled the trigger: the bullets in the magazine were connected one after another, and if the bullet bounced and hit the previous one when firing... would it go off?

"Let's stop here today." Charles complained, turned his head and thanked Dominic: "Thank you, Instructor Dominic."

"You're welcome, Colonel." Dominic smiled and replied: "Glad to help you!"

Then he added: "It's better to practice again tomorrow, Colonel, we need to consolidate it."

"Okay." Charles waved back.

After Charles left, Dominic pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the target, recalling Charles's previous appearance in his mind and holding his hands tightly, and adjusting his posture in the meantime.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Bang, bang!"

All six bullets hit the bull's eye accurately.

"God!" Dominic was surprised and happy: "It feels great, much faster than before!"

After thinking for a while, Dominic repeated the shooting posture and exclaimed: "This gun holding posture should be promoted to the whole army, it is very useful!"

Suddenly, there was a few applause next to him. Dominic looked in the direction of the sound and found that it was Grevi.

"Hello, Grevi." Dominic asked with a puzzled look: "Why are you here?"

"I just came to see my old classmates. Is everything okay, Dominic?" Grevi walked up.

"Of course." Dominic replied: "Nothing bad."

Grevi smiled and shook his head: "The second son of Saint-Etienne is willing to be a gun tester, and now he is an instructor, and he is still enjoying it!"

"Otherwise?" Dominic answered while loading bullets into the revolver: "Everyone has his own pursuit. Your pursuit is politics. And mine is a gun!"

Grevi raised his eyebrows and watched Dominic demonstrate the shooting posture over and over again. He seemed to be worried about forgetting this posture.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Bang, bang!"

Six bullets hit the bull's eye again.

"Your shooting skills have improved!" Grevi's eyes were full of surprise.

"No." Dominic answered excitedly: "It's this shooting posture, it allows me to shoot faster and more steadily."

"Oh, really?" Grevi complimented: "You invented it? Very good!"

"Not me." Dominic's face was a little embarrassed: "It was Charles, he invented this gun holding posture."

Then, Dominic said to himself: "It's incredible, I started practicing shooting at the age of eleven, and I haven't thought about changing the gun holding posture until now!"

Grevi's face changed, and he was silent in an instant when he was still talking and laughing just now.

Dominic looked at Grevi in ​​confusion: "You don't seem to like Charles very much?"

Grevi smiled lightly. He knew Dominic's habits. This guy hardly cared about anything except practicing shooting, so he didn't know much about the outside world, and of course he didn't know his relationship with Charles.

Grevi didn't answer. He was silent for a while, and then asked without any context: "Have you thought about your future, Dominic?"

"What do you mean?" Dominic answered casually, still practicing his gun posture in his hands, hoping to find the best angle.

"Saint-Etienne's future." Grevi slowed down his tone: "And your own."

"Maybe I don't need to think too much about these." Dominic loaded the pistol again and tried to aim at the imaginary enemy left and right.

"No." Grevi cooperated and stepped back a few steps away: "You may not know that your father is cooperating with Charles, and he is even listening to Charles' arrangements. The profit distribution of the cooperation is also half and half."

Dominic stopped his movements, turned his head and looked at Grevi, his face gradually turned cold.

"I think you've noticed it." Grevi raised his head: "For example, grenades, mortars, and small artillery. If this continues..."

"Is this your intention?" Dominic interrupted Grevi: "To divide the relationship between Saint-Etienne and Charles? Or to make me hate Charles?"

Grevi couldn't say any more.

As classmates for many years, Grevi knew Dominic's character. Although he was not that smart, he would not change easily as long as he determined that Charles was a "good guy".

Grevi was a step late.

"Ignore what I said." Grevi spread his hands to save himself: "You will know later..."

Before he finished speaking, Dominic pulled the trigger at the target.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The bullets hit the bull's eye accurately without exception.

"You'd better leave early, Grevi." Dominic warned expressionlessly: "Otherwise, it will be your turn next time."

Grevi raised his eyebrows: "Whatever you want!"

This was Grevi's most painful failure. When he was studying in "Henry IV", he used a series of means to make Dominic believe in him as a "brain trust".

Just now, Grevi was confident that he could convince Dominic, but he didn't expect this ending.

"Bang bang bang!"

There were several more gunshots behind him. Grevi was so scared that he paused, gritted his teeth, and quickened his pace to leave.

Dominic looked at the target with a strange look on his face, and one of his shots missed the bull's eye.

This was the result of distraction, not because of Grevi.

At that time, a picture flashed through his mind. It was in the officers' club. When he was teased by a group of officers, a young lieutenant bravely stopped them: "Enough, give him the letter back!"

"Instructor." A teacher trotted to Dominic: "Mr. Steed asked you to go to the Ritz Hotel!"

Dominic frowned and said "hmm". Could it be some social event? His father knew that he didn't like this kind of thing!

(The picture above shows the "Henry IV" secondary and higher education school, an aristocratic school founded in 1791)