Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 338 Improved Bullet

"You are a warrior." Harden looked at the nun with approval. "I hope you won't use such despicable tricks."

"Stop talking nonsense and follow the rules," the nun said coldly.

Harden snapped his fingers, and soon the orc boy set up the facilities for the shooting competition, and the surrounding spectator stands that were destroyed by the storm were also rebuilt.

Although the storm also killed many orcs, these orcs have now returned to their daily lives of eating melons, watching the show, quarreling and fighting. They even brought an airship full of speakers, on which stood the orc's gold medal tour guide No. 2.

"Hey boys! Next up, Xiami and Crazy Fang are competing in—shooting!!!" Commentator Number Two displayed the same boisterousness as Commentator Number One from the very beginning. "In the last match, the cunning Space Bean Sprout used trickery, but still couldn't defeat the great war leader. So, what tricks will these shrimp pull in this match?"

Nothing seems to have happened or changed, except for the death of humans.

"The rules are simple," Harden explained. "The target shooting competition consists of two categories: fixed target and moving target. For the fixed target, we need to stand in a specific, planned circle and shoot at distant targets. Whoever hits the most wins. It's that simple."

"This circle." The nun pointed to the white circle drawn on the ground and asked, "Is it that no part of the body can leave the circle, or only the feet?"

“It’s started! It’s started!!” Commentator No. 2 continued to yell, “Kuangya is explaining the rules of the competition to this little shrimp!”

"As long as my feet don't leave the circle," Harden replied.

Then the nun took another look at the target object a hundred meters away. It was a clay pot placed on a standing log. The pots were the same size but the heights of the logs on which they were placed were different, and the logs were not lined up in a row.

The nun carefully observed the placement of the pots and asked another question:

“Are there any regulations on bullets?”

"No," Harden said. "But you can only destroy these pots by shooting them with bullets."

"What are the rules of the moving target?" the nun continued.

Harden pointed to a line drawn on the ground and said, "Our machine will throw a Frisbee every five seconds, twenty times in total. You can only move behind this line. You have twenty bullets, and the number of hits counts as points."

"You can't use psychic powers." The nun confirmed again.

"Without the ability to use psychic powers or smart weapons, all you and I can rely on is the accuracy of our shots," Harden said.

"Can't use the scope?" the nun asked again.

"You can't use the sights," Harden replied. "Auto-aiming, sights, and a whole series of other auxiliary systems can't be used."

"I accept," the nun replied, "and you said I had ten minutes to prepare."

After listening, the nun sat down on the spot. The weapon she chose was her grenade launcher. She poured out all the bullets in the magazine. These bullets were called bullets, but in fact they were small rockets with a propulsion device at the tail, which were completely different from ordinary bullets.

"Oh—oh—let's see, Shrimp is fiddling with her toys. Is she doing something? Is she plotting something? Is she thinking of cheating again?" Docent Number Two kept chattering. "Let's wait and see."

The nun selected a bomb, used the tools she had with her to pry it open, poured out the gunpowder inside, modified the trigger fuse, and finally filled it with gunpowder.

However, the nun took another look at the placement of the pottery jars and poured out a few more grains of gunpowder.

Then she reloaded the bullets. The first eight were normal explosive bullets, the ninth was the explosive bullet she had modified, and the rest were normal explosive bullets again.

Harden crossed his arms and watched the nun's blatant tricks, but did not stop her.

"I thought you were a warrior and wouldn't do these cheap tricks. It seems I was wrong about you." Harden shook his head.

The nun ignored Harden's ridicule. She put the magazine back on the grenade launcher and changed it to single-shot mode. Then she pulled the bolt and fired into the air, accurately knocking the skull microphone out of the hands of the gold medal commentator No. 2.

"Attack the referee! Attack the referee! Foul! Foul! Out! Out!" The commentator and referee No. 2 who was hit jumped in anger, but it only caused a burst of laughter from the beasts.

"Who goes first?" asked the nun.

"Ladies first." Harden was quite gentlemanly.

The nun did not refuse. She walked into the white circle, raised her gun, aimed, and shot.

"boom!"

A jar shattered.

"boom!"

Then there was an explosion behind the tank.

The kinetic energy of the bomb is too great, and the reaction force generated by hitting these pottery jars is not enough to trigger the fuse inside the bomb. Therefore, the bomb will pass directly through these pottery jars and will not explode until it hits a solid object behind it.

Harden nodded. Judging from the nun's smooth shooting movements, this shrimp is a master.

The nun didn't notice Harden's approval. She fired again and another can shattered.

However, the order in which the nun hit the jars was not simply from left to right or from right to left. There were several jars between the second jar she hit and the first jar.

Howard, watching, was puzzled. The nun had agreed to a shooting contest with Harden, clearly aiming for a perfect accuracy. In theory, she would have to break every jar, so why was she selectively breaking some first? Was she worried that the flying debris from some jars would affect others, invalidating her score?

Howard looked at May. With the nourishment of Isha's divine power, the elf had almost recovered, but she was still very weak and haggard. The echo of her soul had caused more than just physical damage.

May responded to Howard's gaze and shook her head, indicating that she didn't know why the nun did this.

In the blink of an eye, the nun had smashed seven jars. So far, her hit rate was 100%, and every bullet hit its target.

Currently, there are only three cans left in the arena by the nun. According to the order in which the nun loaded the ammunition, the next bullet will be the specially modified explosive bomb.