On the training field, a series of piercing booms echoed one after another.
Cleaning the gun bores, ramming in lead bullets, loading gunpowder, aiming at targets, pulling the trigger…
A group of guards, strictly following the procedure, fired lead bullets one by one under Lowen's scolding, quickly turning the targets ahead into tatters.
In the end, Lowen had to replace all the targets with steel ones; otherwise, they simply couldn't withstand the wear and tear.
An entire afternoon passed by just like this, and although their palms and shoulders were somewhat sore from the recoil of the muskets, the novelty of the weapons made old York completely disregard the discomfort, wishing he could spend all day at the range.
Even when they heard Lowen announce the end of the shooting practice and that they could rest, many of the new recruits felt a sense of reluctance.
