More than 50 people, one in eight, this loss is not small, but it is not too big.

In Richard's opinion, only seven-eighths of the number of enemies remained, and he could still crush Gro's party, and once he made up his mind to force an attack, it would not change much from the previous result.

The only thing that might be different is morale.

Morale is critical to an army, especially in the age of cold weapons, where morale can determine almost everything. And in the explosion just now, in the confusion and fear of the unknown, the morale of the army outside the camp was obviously more lost than the number of people. If the previous morale was a hundred, then the current morale is about fifty.

After all, the destructive power of the hot weapon type is almost devastating to the soldiers of the cold weapon era.

In addition, if I guessed correctly, the soldiers and leaders who came to besiege did not necessarily know that they were doing a rebellion. This kind of thing is illegal and under great pressure.

If all goes well, they may be able to carry it out a little crazily by virtue of the temp of enthusiasm, or the temptation of profit. But once encountering failure, madness will turn into fear and fear, morale will drop rapidly, and it can only barely be maintained, and then enter a state of wait-and-see and temptation. At this time, once it is hit again, it will become the last straw that breaks the camel's back, and the morale will be directly reduced to zero, and it will collapse and flee.

This is equivalent to the chaotic army in the history of modern earth, when fighting a good battle, the combat effectiveness of slaughtering cities, rape and plundering is stronger than anyone else, and it can defeat the official army head-on. However, once the war is unfavorable and encounters the elite official army, it may collapse at the touch of a button, and the officers and troops of a few hundred people can chase the chaotic army of several thousand people everywhere.

In this case......

Richard raised his eyebrows, and saw that the soldiers outside the camp had finished organizing their ranks and were about to launch a new round of attacks tentatively, when he turned to look to the side and looked at a nobleman.

"Bill Caesar...... Mr. Richard shouted.

"Ahh......h What do you want to do?"

"Do two things for me. Richard said calmly, "One is to bring me the arrows I made in the tent, and the other is to help me find a better hand crossbow." ”

"Ah, why me?" said Bill Caesar, reluctantly.

"Isn't that okay?" Richard looked at the other calmly.

"I ......" Bill Caesar's mood at this moment is like finally rolling beautifully on the bed with a beautiful noble lady, and when he is about to complete the great harmony of life, he suddenly sees that the beautiful noble lady is not a young lady at all, but a stupid dog.

Why is it yourself again? This damned wizard not only killed his own horse and drew his own blood, but now he even has to instruct himself to take things, why! Is it because of all these people, only he has not inherited the title? But can he blame himself, his father can't die, he is so healthy that he may be able to send himself away, and he is helpless.

Really!

This is already a very sad thing, can you stop bullying yourself?

Although Bill Caesar thought so in his heart, he didn't dare to say it, looking at Richard's calm but emotionless gaze, he couldn't help but feel a chill, and shrunk his neck and said, "Uh...... Okay, I'll go get it for you. ”

Bill Caesar left quickly, and Richard looked at the other party's back, and couldn't help but reflect: Did he grab a sheep wool too hard? If so, ...... Then finish the wool.

Bill Caesar didn't know what Richard was thinking, otherwise he might have jumped up and fought with Richard, but because he didn't know, he finally obediently brought what Richard wanted.

Richard nodded in satisfaction, picked up an arrow that he had processed, placed it in a well-made hand crossbow, wound it, and turned his head to look out of the camp.

Outside the camp, the soldiers were preparing to attack, this time not with cavalry charges, but with bows and arrows. After all, the sudden explosion just now made everyone feel uneasy and didn't want to suffer again. For safety reasons, it is better to stay away and use a bow and arrow.

Outside the camp, a leader was constantly shouting orders, directing many soldiers to adjust their formations to ensure the effectiveness of the salvo.

Richard's eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his crossbow to aim at the other party.

The next moment the trigger is pulled.

"Whew!"

The arrow flew out as fast as a black ray, and it hit with great precision...... A tree outside the camp.

"Poof", the arrow pierced into the trunk, and the tail of the arrow was still trembling.

Didn't hit!

Richard's face was expressionless, there was no embarrassment, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes, as if he had expected it.

The reason for this is because I really thought that there would be this result, or I did it on purpose.

A sharpshooter who wears through a hundred steps exists in reality, but a sharpshooter who misses a shot and never misses only exists in entertainment novels and movies.

The reason is very simple, due to the influence of the external environment, equipment, and the shooter's personal body, there must be errors in shooting. The farther the distance, the more complex the environment, and the worse the physical state, the greater the error.

Even on the modern earth, the most elite snipers, holding the highest precision sniper rifles, cannot guarantee that the first bullet issued will hit 100% during the mission.

In general, in the course of a mission, a sniper needs to assemble a disassembled sniper rifle before shooting, or shoot with an unfamiliar firearm. Then before aiming at the target, it is necessary to test fire one or several bullets to adjust the error of the firearm, otherwise the place where the bullet hits and the target may be several meters away.

After all...... Murder should also be reasonable and scientific. It's not that you can kill if you want to, unless you really have fully mastered the ability to kill and mastered every detail.

His eyes flashed, Richard looked at the shaft of the arrow that hit the trunk of the tree, his head did not turn, he continued to hold the crossbow with one hand, and the other hand reached out and said very simply: "Arrow!"

With some reluctance, Bill Caesar, who was holding a large number of arrows, handed an arrow to Richard's hand.

Richard didn't hesitate, quickly inserted the arrow into his crossbow, rewound it, and continued to aim at the leader outside the camp.

"Whew!"

The arrow flew out a second time, turning into a black glow, and then hit the same tree outside the camp again.

Compared to the first arrow just now, this one is a little lower.

"About 5 percent error...... Richard muttered to himself, and then exclaimed, "Arrow!"

Bill Caesar quickly handed over the arrow again, looking at the effect of Richard's archery, he couldn't help but feel a little contempt in his heart: just this accurate, even he is not as good as himself.

Ignoring what Bill Caesar was thinking, Richard mounted the arrow in his crossbow for the third time, raised it up and aimed it, this time for a slightly longer aim, then pulled the trigger and shot it again.