Chapter 63 Hunting (asking for monthly recommendation tickets, thank you!)

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The sound of dozens of cannons firing at the same time shocked Zhang Feng, who saw it for the first time. The feeling on the scene was indeed very different. Although it was not earth-shaking, he could feel the ground shaking.

The attack of the natives was very scattered, and it seemed that they were indeed frightened by the artillery fire. When they came within the firing range of the muskets, they suffered an attack even more fiercely than the previous two days.

"We can't fight like this. If the natives suffer too many casualties, they will withdraw, and the purpose of our training will not be achieved. We should stop firing some artillery and replace some veterans to reduce firepower."

Zhang Feng discovered through the telescope that after the natives reached the firing range of the muskets, they were powerless to continue. After all, there were nearly 6000 people deployed on the front battlefield. After a wave of bullets was fired, a large number of the natives fell down even if they were dispersed.

"Yes, boss." After hearing the order, Xiao Cheng immediately asked the messenger to convey it to each team officer.

"Xiao Cheng, I've thought about it for a long time and I think we can't defeat the enemy in front of us too quickly, let alone kill them all. Otherwise, the Kingdom of Madagascar will definitely send more soldiers over, triggering a bigger war. Of course, we are not afraid of just an indigenous kingdom, but such a large-scale war will hardly fail to attract the attention of the French. If the indigenous kingdom is defeated, as their colonial overlord, the indigenous people will ask the French for help even if they are unwilling. Now is not the right time to go to war with the French."

Zhang Feng put down the telescope and continued, "Well, you inform them not to shoot the injured natives as much as possible. After repelling the enemy, capture a few living prisoners and bring them back. We will talk to them while fighting, give them some benefits, and see if we can appease this tribe."

Although Zhang Feng was not very afraid of France, as long as he continued to fight with the natives, he would be able to train tens of thousands of qualified soldiers in half a year, and then he could fight guerrilla warfare against the French.

After all, France suffered heavy losses during World War I, with 138.5 million French soldiers killed and 426.6 million wounded. This was undoubtedly a huge loss of life for France, which had a population of only 4000 million, so France surrendered so quickly during World War II.

France now has too many colonies to take care of and can only focus on areas that can bring benefits. The number of troops sent to Madagascar will not be large, and most of them are new recruits. Fighting a war of attrition is not worth the cost for France. The barefoot are not afraid of those wearing shoes.

But now the Meihua Company does not have a navy, which is a disadvantage. If the coastline is blocked by the French, immigration will be forced to be interrupted, and the subsequent cooperation plan with Germany will come to nothing. This loss is something Zhang Feng cannot afford, so he wants to temporarily compromise with the natives.

"Yes, boss!" Xiao Cheng certainly didn't think as deeply as Zhang Feng. He only needed to be responsible for winning the battle. Since the boss had given the order, he would not object.

"Well, before that, let me practice first." Zhang Feng took a rifle from the bodyguard. This was an improvement on the Mauser M98 rifle imitated by the Raytheon Military Factory. It can be said that most of the guns in the world are modified based on the Mauser M98 rifle.

In 1898, the Mauser M98 rifle was introduced. It not only absorbed all the improvements of the earlier Mauser models, but also had the main features of a fixed double-row magazine and a rotating bolt. The magazine was double-row and fixed, and its bottom plate could be removed. When loading, it could be loaded one by one from the top ejection port, or it could be loaded with 5 rounds at a time through a magazine.

Although it is not as good as the Kar98k rifle, it is basically enough. With a 6x scope installed, with Zhang Feng's skills, he can definitely hit the target within a range of 500 meters with one shot.

The Kar98k rifle, also known as the Kar98k Mauser rifle and the Kar98k carbine, is a classic rifle that was widely equipped by Germany during World War II. It has an effective range of 800 meters. It was developed in 1933, but was not equipped until 1935.

Zhang Feng named it Thor-31K, and planned to modify the production line and start mass production once the technical process matures. Later, he would see if the Public Opinion Survey Office could get the production technology of Kar98k. His own research and development could only serve as a supplement, and he would still need to rely on reference in the short term.

Zhang Feng loaded five bullets into the magazine, first familiarized himself with the new gun, then extended the muzzle of the gun through an opening in the fortress and aimed at a native about 5 meters ahead who was holding a gun and preparing to shoot.

"Bang!" A precise headshot, the benefit of time travel is still there, this skill is still easy for him to master. "Dad, did you hit it? Let me see." The sons shouted, wanting to know the result, and even snatched the binoculars from the bodyguard to get closer to check.

"The boss's shooting skills are amazing. He can hit the enemy's head with one shot." After seeing it through the telescope, Xiao Cheng immediately offered his flattery. Of course, he meant it sincerely. When they were training together in the manor before, Zhang Feng always hit the target with every shot.

"Haha, it's okay. I haven't practiced for a while." Zhang Feng was a little humble, then aimed at a native who was nearly 550 meters away and shot him in the head again.

Zhang Feng came to test the limits of his skills, so each shot was fired at a farther enemy. After the fifth shot at 850 meters, no one knew where the bullet flew to, and Zhang Feng ended this hunt.

The effective range is the distance at which a weapon can achieve the expected accuracy and power requirements when firing at a predetermined target. The effective range of various weapons depends on their performance and the type of target. In other words, "the expected accuracy and power requirements" means "hitting what you want to hit" and "killing what you want to kill".

The first thing to ensure in an effective range is accuracy. The so-called "out of range" means that there is no guarantee of hitting the target, but the lethality is still more than enough. It is not surprising that an assault rifle with an effective range of 500 meters can hit a target at 800 meters; similarly, a sniper rifle with an effective range of 800 meters cannot guarantee 100% hits within the range. Accuracy involves too many factors, and human ability is always limited.

Putting away the gun in his hand, Zhang Feng stopped the little guys who were making a fuss. His sons all inherited his time travel benefits. They were 5 meters tall before they were 1 years old and were very strong. The standard height of a 3-year-old boy in later generations is generally between 5 cm and 102 cm.

At this time, the opening height of the fortress was 1.5 meters. Zhang Feng asked several bodyguards to bring bricks to pad the place, and then let the children experience the thrill of hunting.

According to size, Zhang Chengtian was the first one. He took the rifle from Zhang Feng's hand, his face full of excitement. He imitated Zhang Feng's previous actions, raised the gun, and looked at the enemy through the scope.

"Bang!" After aiming for a while, he pulled the trigger. Zhang Feng looked through the telescope and saw a native falling to the ground more than 300 meters away, wailing, then crawling backwards. It turned out that he was hit in the thigh.

Zhang Chengtian raised his head and glanced at Zhang Feng. Perhaps he felt ashamed for not killing the enemy with one shot, so he wanted to observe Zhang Feng's reaction.

"Go on!" Zhang Feng said lightly beside him.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chengtian quickly turned around and repeated the previous operation.

"Bang!" Another gunshot was heard. The lame soldier who had been running away just now lay on the ground motionless. Zhang Feng looked through the telescope and found that this time he was hit in the neck.

"Well, good job. Fire three more bullets and then I'll switch to the next one." Zhang Feng was generous with his praise. Praise can improve children's self-confidence and self-worth, motivate them to repeat good behaviors and promote positive development.

Criticism will only hurt children's self-esteem and make them frustrated and resistant. Of course, the ideal situation is to find a balance between praise and criticism so that children can grow up in an environment that is both supportive and challenging.

However, Zhang Feng still hopes to give more praise. As long as the child does not go astray, Zhang Feng does not want to be too strict. If the child really does not have the ability, he should just eat and wait for death and increase the family.

(End of this chapter)