During the whole hunt, Roque did not fire a shot, although among the dozens of people at the scene, only Roque was a real military officer, and the others were either high-ranking officials and nobles, or wealthy gentlemen, but they were very keen on hunting, and regarded this as the best stage to show the charm of males.

It felt like hunting was a cultural activity for these people, and many of them used guns that looked very old, and they also needed the kind of old flintlock pistols that were hand-loaded from the breech, with beautiful and intricate patterns on the handles and barrels, and many of them had noble insignia that Roque did not recognize, and these guns were now almost eligible for museums.

The Persians in their turbans were very diligent and soon built a wooden platform on a hillside, on which were carpets, parasols, tables, chairs, and benches, and the ladies ate and drank in the rest area and judged the men, and Roque and McMahon waited at the edge of the wooden platform.

"What are we waiting for?" It was the first time for Roque to participate in this kind of event, and it was unclear how the event would be.

"When they drive their prey over, then it's time for us to put on a show." McMahon also uses an old rifle, but it is still more advanced than the manual loading, at least it can use bullets, and the bullet is loaded in another tube under the barrel, and when it is used, it uses the lever principle to complete the reloading, and it is actually a lever-type magazine rifle.

"This gun was used by my father, who used to fight the enemy." McMahon is proud, and this is called family legacy.

"Oh, that's pretty good, but after so long, the rifling must have been smoothed out." Roque also has his own pride, the gun he uses is made in Nyasaland, and if, according to McMahon, he should cut a stick and tie a sharper stone, that is the respect for his ancestors.

"The barrel is replaceable." Before McMahon could speak, someone next to him offered to explain.

It was a young man who looked to be in his twenties, but this was not accurate, many white people matured early, and looked like middle-aged people in their teens.

The young man's tone was not very friendly, and he could probably hear Roque's mockery, which was actually impolite.

Roque does not agree, and some people emphasize that compared with the family heritage, Roque cares more about the comprehensive cost performance, Roque of course also knows that the barrel can be replaced, but these ancient rifles have been discontinued, to replace the barrel is estimated to be hand-ordered, the price of a barrel is more expensive than the latest rifle.

Of course, this problem can not be seen as such, existence is reasonable, people here are indeed able to afford the latest rifles, but the new rifles do not meet their requirements, although manual customization is wasteful, but since there is a demand, someone will provide this service, and then an industrial chain can be formed.

Roque is actually thinking this way, otherwise there would be no current Itno.

As long as it's not too much, Roque is always more tolerant of young people, but Roque doesn't care, it doesn't mean that others don't care, and Angel and Barton are also young people, so their expressions are a little unkind.

"This hunting ground is a thousand years old, it has been around since the Ottoman Empire, and it was much larger than it is now—" McMahon said with a rich expression, actively avoiding unpleasant topics.

"It's a lot of history, but why not turn it into a farm or a plantation, it would make a bigger difference." Roque also laughed it off, and although Roque did not agree with the way of life of the nobility, he would not oppose it.

After all, these ancient families don't know how many years of wealth they have accumulated to be valuable when they are liquidated, so consumption is also encouraged in southern Africa, but overconsumption and overconsumption are discouraged.

"Why turn it into farms and plantations? The hunting ground has existed until now, and there is a reason for its existence. "McMahon is an official sent from London and will not think about these issues.

Roque also casually said that the phrase existence is reasonable, there is actually a problem, the former "Invincible Armada" and "Sea Coachman" have now become historical terms, and people at that time must have thought so, so there is the current "empire on which the sun never sets".

In the same way, it is understandable that young people do not think about this issue, and if McMahon and other senior officials also hold the idea that "existence is reasonable" and do not take the initiative to change and cater to this era, then sooner or later the "empire on which the sun never sets" will become a thing of the past.

"Gentlemen, how long are you going to talk?" Ida is wearing a relatively tight riding suit today, with leggings, a small suit, and a small black round hat, which looks very eye-catching.

Unlike the women who ate, drank, and gossiped, Ida also carried a decorative double-barreled shotgun, apparently ready to participate in the hunt, unlike Roque's unadorned rifle, Ada's shotgun was decorated with a large amount of silver patterns, and there was a golden family crest on the hilt, which Roque did not recognize.

"Communication is also part of the hunt, Mr. Director-General of Taxation, welcome to the world of men." McMahon is also yin and yang, but it is obviously more of a good-natured joke with no other meaning.

"Huh!" Ida dismisses that her gun is not an ornament.

Finally, a low horn sounded in the distance, and then there were animals on the ridge next to them, followed by more animals, mostly antelopes and elk, and those who drove their prey were the real old hunters, who cleared all the aggressive prey early on, leaving no potential danger.

However, the hunt became lackluster, and Roque didn't even bother to raise his gun, and Angel and Barton looked at their yelling peers with pity, their understanding of the term "male world" was skewed, and they were not in the same dimension as Angel Barton.

"Major, don't you want to show you your marksmanship?" It was the young man who had just interjected that he took the initiative to provoke Anqi.

Angel didn't pay attention to it at all, and casually threw a look at it to realize it for herself.

"Don't you dare?" The young man continued to work, and compared with the tall and fierce-looking Patton, Angel, who looked weaker, was indeed better to bully.

It just seems that Angel is a doctoral student at the University of Nyasaland, a former police officer, a grassroots background, a formal pilot's license, and more experience than Barton, but in fact she is not weak at all.

"Boy, don't try to provoke me, you've picked the wrong person." Angel didn't mean to raise a gun, and the action of casually holding the gun under her arm was indeed very amateurish.

"How old are you? Is there a fifteen-year-old? Who is your father? Major, hehe, it's probably your father's relationship-" The young man didn't know whether he was jealous of Anqi's military rank or Anqi's standard "little white face", and constantly provoked Anqi's bottom line.

"God, how can there be a fool like you, doesn't anyone take care of him?" Anqi was really helpless, the voice of complaining was a bit loud, and the gunshots one after another couldn't cover it.

With the appearance of more and more wild animals, the "hunters" who have been in time have raised their guns to shoot, their skills are still good, and the hit rate is quite high, but this form of hunting does not mean anything, it is just a game.

The game can also explain a lot of things, the loading of the breech flintlock pistol takes time, there are two or three skilled servants next to each hunter to help reload, the hunters only need to choose a handsome posture to aim and pull the trigger, at this time it reflects the so-called aristocratic demeanor, the free time of the servants to reload, the hunters smoke cigars and exchange a few words with each other, and there are also young people who are eager to perform and scold the speed of the servants, this kind of person is to stay away, and I don't know why I am not popular.

Even at times like these, Ada excelled, aiming at a larger antelope and taking it down, and then the barefoot little black bravely rushed over and carried the antelope back.

Then there was a round of applause, not only for Ada's marksmanship, but also for the brave servant.

The performance of the servant is also part of the family heritage, you must know that the servant who rushes out has to face not only the wild animals that rush in, but also the possibility of being accidentally injured by the hunters, which is actually more dangerous than the latter.

"I'm going to take this antelope back and make it into a taxidermy and put it in my collection." Ada's expression was calm, Roque disdained to behave in such an occasion, and Angel and Barton followed Roque as if they were young and like an old man, and Ada became even better.

At this time, someone finally noticed the situation on Anqi's side.

Roque didn't care, and talked to McMahon on his own.

"No matter what the situation is, when others challenge you, you have to be brave to fight, pretend to be old at a young age, and young people must let go of themselves." Ida was very dissatisfied with Angel after learning about the situation, and she was indeed qualified to teach Angel a lesson.

"Yes, Aunt Capet—" Angel didn't dare to say anything, Ida was from the same generation as Anton, and it was normal to call her aunt.

"And you, Barton, who is so big and blind that you don't even say a word when you watch your brother being bullied, do you still have the appearance of a brother?" Ida was also not polite to Barton, and also split her head and face as an aunt.

Compared to Angel, Barton is a standard man of action, and before Ada's words fell, Barton picked up the rifle resting on his leg and raised his gun to shoot in a standard standing position.

Phew-

A slender-horned gazelle on a galloping scurry, with two beautiful horns that are perfect for taxidermy.

"Aunt Capet, I'm actually my brother—" In the fierce gunfire, Anqi's voice was really weak.