NOVPUBChapter 444 -66 Introduction to Statistics_2
鈥淪enior, the issue is not about how accurately you hit, but how to fire as many lead bullets as possible in the shortest amount of time. The more you shoot, the better. The faster you shoot, the stronger the suppression. The Herders were even pinned down next to the cheval de frise, not daring to raise their heads. Though the efficiency is reduced, the actual combat results have increased.鈥
鈥淢usketeers earn half more than spearman because they are technical troops,鈥 Mason said regretfully. 鈥淚f you keep training like this, all your musketeers will only know how to fire randomly in one direction, and not a single accurate shooter will be found!鈥
Winters blinked, a smile appearing on his face, 鈥淭he accuracy of matchlock guns is limited anyway.鈥
鈥淪o, you just shoot blindly? Shoot randomly? If you can鈥檛 shoot accurately, you should be shooting more carefully! Shoot slowly!鈥
鈥淪enior, don鈥檛 be angry,鈥 Winters said, putting an arm around Mason鈥檚 shoulder and whispering in his ear, 鈥淩egarding accurate musketeers, I have a new idea.鈥
鈥淲hat idea?鈥 Mason asked with a stern face, looking sideways at his junior.
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Winters drew his double-barreled rifled revolver, presenting it horizontally to his senior, 鈥淭his.鈥
鈥淭his?鈥 Mason鈥檚 eyelid twitched as he took the rifled gun, 鈥淲hat do you mean?鈥
鈥淔or those who can鈥檛 shoot accurately, let them volley fire. For those who can, I want to make them even more accurate!鈥 Winters said with spirited eyes, his gaze intense, 鈥淰olley fire, precision shooting, I want it all.鈥
This time, it was Mason鈥檚 turn to be at a loss for words.
A sudden shout came from beneath the watchtower, 鈥淟ord Montaigne!鈥
Winters looked out to see the colonel鈥檚 messenger below the wooden tower, 鈥淲hat鈥檚 the matter?鈥
鈥淭he savages want to negotiate.鈥 The messenger gasped for breath, 鈥淟ady Jeska wants you and Lord Bard to go.鈥 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
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鈥淚f they want to talk, let鈥檚 talk,鈥 Winters said as he slid the gun back into its holster, 鈥淚鈥檓 going to see what devilish idea the savages have.鈥
Winters rode Warhorse, and Bard rode his bone-penetrating palomino, both leaping onto their horses.
The two magnificent horses, one gold and one silver, moved in unison and coordination, appearing not like they were on a blood-soaked battlefield, but as if in a parade of formal dance steps.
The Paratu People on the fortress couldn鈥檛 help but cheer.
The red-faced Herder wasn鈥檛 at the negotiation this time, just the Translator.
Seeing who had come, Winters didn鈥檛 feel like talking.
Without waiting for the other to speak, he frowned and said coldly, 鈥淚f you don鈥檛 want to talk, forget it.鈥
With that, Winters spurred his horse to leave, and Bard turned his Warhorse without another word.
鈥淭alk! Talk! Of course, we want to talk!鈥 The Translator became flustered, pleading desperately, 鈥淟ord, what do you mean by this?鈥
鈥淭alk?!鈥 Winters roared like thunder, 鈥淲hat are you? You dare to talk with us? Get lost! Bring someone with the credentials. That monkey-butt face! Make him come!鈥
The Translator said awkwardly, 鈥淭hat one, the fire-starter鈥 He is my master, the blood of the Golden, the grandson of the Swift Deer, the son of the Bowless, the great chief of the Terdon Tribe, the war leader and divvied-flesh man.鈥
Winters laughed out loud, 鈥淭hat monkey-butt face, the fire-starter? Why doesn鈥檛 he come?鈥
鈥淵ou have cannons, my master doesn鈥檛 wish to risk his life,鈥 the Translator replied cautiously.
The negotiation site was only three to four hundred meters away from the fortress, within the effective range of the artillery.
鈥淎udacious!鈥 Winters said angrily, 鈥淵ou doubt our integrity?! Then there鈥檚 nothing more to discuss.鈥
Having spoken, he raised his horsewhip again.
鈥淧lease don鈥檛 leave, my lord, please hear me out,鈥 the Translator said with a wry smile. 鈥淭here really is no trust between the Paratu People and the Herders. There have been many instances where they claimed they wanted to negotiate but then lashed out and killed people.鈥
The history of feuds between the Paratu and the various Herder tribes was an area that touched upon Winters鈥 blind spot in knowledge.
Winters remained unmoved, thundering with rage, 鈥淟ook at you, a Paratu, actually selling your life to the Herders!鈥
The Translator, his temples graying, fought back tears, 鈥淢y lord, I had no choice. Thirty-one years ago, I was captured by the previous chieftain, 鈥楤owless,鈥 to be a slave. Since then, I鈥檝e been wandering the wilderness, unable to return home.鈥
鈥淯nable to return home? Then I鈥檒l give you an opportunity,鈥 Bard suddenly interjected. 鈥淐ome with me, I鈥檒l take you back to the fortress. Once inside, the barbarians won鈥檛 be able to harm you. After the battle is over, you can go home on your own, how about that?鈥
The old Translator hesitated for a long while, then said timidly and shakily, 鈥淢y lord, there鈥檚 no one left of my family in Paratu. I have taken a wife and had children in the Terdun Tribe, I鈥︹€
鈥淣o more nonsense!鈥 Bard said coldly, his eyes flashing with a chilly light, 鈥淎re you coming or not?鈥
The Translator鈥檚 face went pale, and he shook his head slightly.
鈥淲hat did the Barbarian Chief send you to talk about?鈥 Bard, usually the epitome of refinement, rarely showed a killing intent, 鈥淪peak directly!鈥
鈥淢y lord, the Fire-kindler,鈥 stammered the Translator, licking his lips, as cold sweat beaded on his forehead, 鈥渨ishes to engage your commander in an ancient ritual, a Mak鈥檊ora鈥攁 duel to the death. If my lord wins, you must hand over the sacrificial golden figure. If your commander wins, the Terdun Tribe will withdraw their troops and no longer participate in this war.鈥
Even with all kinds of expectations, the enemy鈥檚 proposal still left Winters and Bard speechless, exchanging glances, unsure what to say.
鈥淵our Excellency can trust in the Mak鈥檊ora,鈥 the Translator continued. 鈥淏oth your army and ours will certainly respect it. Historically, there have been thirty-six Mak鈥檊oras between the Herders and Paratu People, and regardless of who lost or won, both sides have honored their commitments.鈥
鈥淲ar is a matter of vital importance to the state!鈥 Bard鈥檚 brows were tightly furrowed as he rebuked in a deep voice, 鈥淗ow can you decide the critical matters of warfare with a duel? What madness has possessed your flat-ass-faced chieftain?鈥
鈥淏ut鈥︹€ the Translator swallowed, 鈥淣ed Smith of your forces killed Queye Kahn in a Mak鈥檊ora ceremony鈥︹€
Hearing the name of the old Marshal in such an unexpected place, Winters suddenly perked up.
鈥淭here鈥檚 such a thing?鈥 he asked with interest, 鈥淗ow come I鈥檝e never read about it in the annals of war? Tell me about it. What are the constraints of this Mak鈥檊ora? Mounted combat? On foot?鈥
The Translator wiped the sweat from his brow and said, 鈥淭he parties can decide for themselves. It can be on foot or mounted, and generally, there is no restriction on weapons鈥︹€
鈥淭hen is it okay to use guns?鈥 Winters鈥 eyes widened.
Before the Translator could respond, Bard hastily interrupted his exuberant friend.
Bard extended his hand to seize Winters鈥 reins and said to the Translator, 鈥淲ait here, I鈥檒l go back and tell our commander.鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛 go! I haven鈥檛 finished asking yet!鈥 Winters shouted as he was dragged away, getting farther and farther from the old Translator but still calling out persistently, 鈥淗ey! Translator, is it okay to use guns? To use鈥︹€
Upon returning to the Bridgehead Fortress, the two were surrounded by other officers.
鈥淲hat did the Herders want to say?鈥 Colonel Jeska asked.
鈥淭he Herders have gone mad!鈥 Winters was overjoyed, 鈥淭hey truly have no solution for this fortress! They have become so desperate that they wish to try anything.鈥
Bard frowned and said, 鈥淚f that Translator wasn鈥檛 lying, the one leading their forces is the great chieftain of the Terdun Tribe鈥攖he Fire-kindler. That鈥檚 not good news. And it seems they are very confident; that Translator even refused to defect to us.鈥
鈥淭hey even brought the sacrificial golden figure! How could it not be the Barbarian Chief personally entering the fray?鈥 scoffed Jeska with a snort, 鈥淎nything else?鈥
鈥淗ahaha!鈥 Winters laughed until he had tears in his eyes, 鈥淭hey want to challenge you to single combat!鈥
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