Cumberland gestured to the craftsmen: "Do it again."
A craftsman set up the musket, aimed at the target, and pulled the trigger.
With a huge flash of light as the bullet left the barrel, a crisp sound came from the dragon bone parasite.
Before the smoke of battle had cleared, Ackerman rushed to the dummy and removed the dragon skeleton from it.
Cumberland took a closer look and saw a small dent on the front of the dragon bone parasite's armor. The bullet was stuck in the broken armor and had not damaged the soft parts inside.
Ackerman breathed a sigh of relief: "Although the musket broke through the dragon's outer armor, the Tyrant Dragon Bone can increase its defense by transforming and layering multiple insect armor layers the moment it is attacked. So it seems that the dragon bone can withstand musket attacks."
Cumberland asked, "How many sets of these keel bones are there?"
"Less than a thousand sets. Six hundred sets are used by the Knights of Twilight, and the remaining four hundred sets are for the use of the Crusader commanders..."
Ackerman's voice trailed off as he understood Cumberland's deeper meaning.
The keel grows slowly and is difficult to reproduce, making it impossible to equip it on a large scale.
As Cumberland stroked the musket, he said, "This is just the attack of one musket. Imagine if dozens of muskets attacked a keel at the same time. In addition, the enemy also has shotguns, which have a wider range of attack and greater firing power."
Seeing Ackerman's serious expression, Cumberland sighed, "Let's discuss these issues later. Let's continue with the weapons experiments. Send the word: the craftsmen prepare the bunkers, and the soldiers clear out the crowd. Next, we'll try to see how to blow open these turtle shells!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a harpy, flapping its wings and swaying its body, stumbled and crashed down at Ackerman's feet, shouting anxiously, "Commander! Commander! Something's happened! Something's wrong!"
Ackerman said unhappily, "What's all the panic about? No matter what the big thing is, you have to stay calm. Is the enemy attacking?"
"No, no! There are several shamans and commanders in the orc tribes who, dissatisfied with the prolonged lack of offensive operations, secretly led their people into the forest, claiming they would prove their strength and faith with a great victory!"
"What did you say?!"
Cumberland's eyes widened, his body trembled involuntarily, and the musket in his hand fell to the ground.
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