The first item in the report of the performance went so badly that Major Neville's face looked as gloomy as the sea before a storm. He made up his mind that as soon as the performance was over, he would tie up the fools and whip them until night, and then light candles and continue the whipping. "These fools, only ropes and whips can teach them how to behave!"

In the confusion, the soldiers finally passed in front of the parade stand.

At this time, a squire-like man came up and asked with a grim look on his face, "Who is the commander of this unit?"

"It's all over. I'm going to be reprimanded for making such a fool of myself in front of His Majesty?" Major Neville replied with anxiety, "It's me."

The chamberlain looked at Neville and asked, "What is your name?"

His Majesty's chamberlain asked his name. If there hadn't been those damned accidents if there hadn't been all that, and if His Majesty's chamberlain had come to ask his name, it would have made Neville ecstatic, but now, His Majesty's chamberlain asking his name, such a Jane in the emperor's heart would not be a good thing.

"My name is Neville." Although reluctant, Major Neville could not help but answer.

"Major Neville," the retainer said with a stern face as if Neville owed him money, "His Majesty has said that you should stop playing tricks, he is not here to see this! Can you be ready for the shooting drill right away?"

"Yes. We'll be ready in a minute! I'll give the order right away. Your Majesty, please move to the firing range in five minutes." Neville replied in a cold sweat, knowing that the shooting drill was his last chance and that he had to seize it. He must seize this opportunity to recover the impression he had lost in front of the king.

"Very well, go and get ready, Major!" The Squire turned around and left.

Neville immediately directed his soldiers to the firing range to make preparations.

"While there's still time, let's go over the shooting principles in your mind again. If anyone makes a mistake again, I will make him regret why he came to this world!" Major Neville said fiercely!

By the set procedure, the shooting exercise will be divided into a shooting exercise and a single-armed shooting exercise. The first drill will be a lineup drill. The soldiers will be lined up in neat rows, accompanied by military music, to shoot multiple rounds at a distant target.

First on the field was the first company. In front of them, about 600 meters away, there was a deep trench in which the soldiers of the 3rd Company were staying, holding some targets in their hands.

"Your Majesty, look, the targets are over there." The attendant, who knew the procedure of the shooting drill, introduced the king and handed him a single-barrel telescope.

King Emmanuel II lifted the telescope and saw the target of an Austrian soldier painted as a one-eyed dragon with a messy beard, a big mouth, and a few missing teeth. I couldn't help but smile.

"It's amazing how they can draw people so ugly." The king said.

The soldiers in formation first faced the king and he waved his white-gloved hand in greeting. Then, with the playing of military music, the soldiers began to turn in the direction of the target with the center of the line as the axis of rotation.

"This is a very good turn. It looks like that idiot Uchimori didn't lose much of his regular military training while playing those tricks. It seems that he still let the soldiers even those tricks only after completing the formal training program. This is so, naturally, will not be mastered very well, dropping the gun or something, is also very natural. It's just that this guy dares to show up before he's practiced, so he's too unstable." The king of Emmanuel II thought as he watched the beautiful overall turn of the soldiers.

After the soldiers finished the turn, they raised their rifles and started to use the ruler to aim at the targets roughly 600 meters away, and then fired the first round.

If King Emmanuel II had not previously played with the MacDonald 1857 precision rifle, he would have been puzzled by the fact that the soldiers were firing from such a distance. The difference between the regular rifle and the precision rifle is obvious," he said, "but at this distance, with the help of the scope, I can shoot accurately at 600 meters. Although the hit rate is not that high."

While thinking this, King Emmanuel II was looking at the target with his telescope.

In the telescope, he could see that there were a lot of holes in the targets painted as Austrian soldiers.

"Well, this round of fire has made at least one-eighth of the 'Austrians' get shot. If it were in real combat, the Austrians would be dumbfounded if they had to endure such a guy at such a distance." King Emmanuel II thought happily.

While His Majesty was happily imagining how those damned Austrians would be in a mess in the rain of bullets, the soldiers started to march forward while loading bullets. They took 5 steps forward, stood still again, and then fired a second round of unison fire at the targets ......

"Well, the rate of fire is fast, not even slower than the precision version." King Emmanuel II nodded his head.

The closer the soldiers walked to the target, the closer they were to the target, and when they were only about four hundred meters away, they fired their last rounds. By this time, every target on the other side was already riddled with holes, which meant that if this had been a formal battle, the enemy would not have been able to walk 200 meters before they were all shot down using the traditional means of maintaining a slow approaching formation. An army cannot hold out until the last man is still advancing. They should have been demoralized and fled.

After the first company's shooting display, they were sent to the trenches to hold up targets, the second company went into the firing position to prepare for the display, and the third company passed in front of the king and the ministers holding up broken targets so they could see the "Austrian soldiers" who had been beaten into a hornet's nest.

While the king and the ministers were pointing at the "Austrian soldiers" with holes all over them, Major Neville was asking for help from the Americans.

"Captain Robson, there is something I need to ask you for help with." Major Neville said to Robson.

"What is it?"

"Lend me some of your marksmen. We need to get a good result to redeem the bad impression we have just made on His Majesty." Neville said, "I will let them wear our uniforms and go to the marksmanship exercise."

"No problem, who do you want?" Robson was very dry.

"Mason, Bob, Stephen ......" Neville gave a long list of names in one breath as if he wanted to simply top off all the regular soldiers with Americans.

"No, there are too many people, and the level is too neat, it will show. In case the king is happy and speaks to them, their current Italian will be heard. If there is only one, we can still say that he is a stutterer." Robson thought a little more thoroughly.

"Okay, then lend me Bob, whose Italian is slightly stronger." Neville thought about it and realized that he had been in too much of a hurry and hadn't thought it through enough.

"Bob, come here," Robson called for Bob.

"Go pretend to be a soldier from the Kingdom of Sardinia and show them how fast and accurate you can shoot."

"No problem, sir!" Bob replied.

"If the king calls on you, do you know what to say?" Robson asked.

Bob shook his head. There is no king in America, although there is a living treasure who calls himself the Emperor of the United States. But what manners and words to say when you meet the king, ordinary American barbarians like Bob didn't know anything about.

"You go with Major Neville, he will explain these things to you," Robson said.

......

The show was soon over, and King Emmanuel II was very pleased with the soldiers' performance in the firing squad, and the accompanying ministers were all smiles.

By this time, the shooting rehearsal was over, and it was time for the soldiers to perform their single-armed shooting. Almost everyone was relaxed. Because in the war conditions at that time, the level of shooting is an important criterion to judge the level of an army. And the single-armed shooting was considered to be of limited significance in terms of tactics. So this program is an amateur program.

The target has been set up, the distance is about 400 meters. King Emmanuel II thought that at this distance it would not be easy to hit the target accurately without a scope, even with the "MacDonald 1857 Precision Shooting Rifle". As he expected, the first few soldiers made sure that most of the bullets hit the human-sized targets, but it was not uncommon for them to miss the targets. However, this is usually a very impressive result, so most of the people were already very satisfied.

The last soldier's shooting set off a climax. Not only did each of the ten rounds fired by this soldier hit the target, but they all hit the head part of the target painted as an Austrian soldier. This result even made King Emmanuel II not quite believe his eyes. He knew that even with the "MacDonald 1857 Precision Shooting Rifle", even with the help of the scope, he could not have achieved such a result. So he ordered, "Send that soldier to see me."

The stout and simple-looking soldier was brought before the king with a look of excitement and fear.

"What is your name?" King Emmanuel II said to him in as kind a voice as possible.

"Your Majesty ...... Your Majesty ...... Viva ...... Viva ...... Viva. " The soldier stammered in panic and replied, "I ...... I ......" Perhaps because of nervousness, his tone appeared extraordinarily strange.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to answer for you." Major Neville said, "His name is Jockel, is a marksman, but from childhood has a stuttering problem. Now that he has seen Your Majesty, he is so nervous that he cannot speak well."

Jockel (Bob) nodded vigorously.

"There is no such thing as a perfect man." King Emmanuel II said, "God gave him unparalleled marksmanship so that he speaks so clumsily. Well, you have just done a great job, what do you think I should reward you for? ...... Ah, you can't say anything? Then let me decide. I'll give you a better gun than the one you have in your hand."