Qin Mo called Heather over and began drawing diagrams on the ground to explain: "Right now, none of you have developed an awareness of 'counter-sniping.' As firearms develop, you will realize how important this technology is in the future."
“In every environment, there is an optimal sniping position. Once firearms like ‘big guns’ become widespread, we must develop a habit of using our superior perception to scout out any dangerous sniping positions in advance. Although this is more tiring, it will make it very difficult for others to ambush us.”
"And if someone like 'Big Gun' were to openly shoot at you, what would you do, Allen?"
Allen had already grasped Qin Mo's meaning, and he said proudly, "How can the archery skills of our Elven race be compared to a lifeless object like a 'spear'? I'll shoot him dead before he even gets there!"
"That's right. Although close combat will never disappear, long-range sniping will become increasingly important on the battlefield. As long as your gun is always better and stronger than the enemy's, you can strike first."
"Counter-sniping requires a very special kind of awareness. Once you get used to it, you can even anticipate the enemy's intentions. As long as my awareness is good enough and my gun is powerful enough, even if they copy the 'big gun,' what do I have to fear?"
Qin Mo watched as Allen and Heather, two super-level powerhouses, humbly listened to his explanation, even asking questions when they didn't understand. The small sense of satisfaction he felt made him feel incredibly good.
"Xiao Mo... what you said makes a lot of sense, so let's start honing your counter-sniping awareness from now on!"
"Uh... it's impossible for the Imperial Family to replicate the Great Gun in less than ten years, so we're not in a hurry!"
Allen said blankly, "It's all about being prepared! Sister-in-law, you use his 'big gun,' and I'll use 'Evening Moon.' These next few days, we'll pretend to be assassins and give him a good demonstration of his 'counter-sniper' awareness!"
Qin Mo immediately jumped up: "Hey! This isn't fair! Why are you two the assassins? I'm the musketeer who knows assassination best!"
Qin Mo wasn't stupid. Judging from Allen's expression, he was sure he was going to suffer. He knew the miserable feeling of being constantly targeted by snipers. How could you expect to be the same as someone else being targeted?
Heatherine gently tugged at Qin Mo's sleeve: "Neither of us is afraid of these firearms, so... this is all for your own good!"
"For my own good...hehe! Haha!"
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