For example, a pistol with six barrels, a hand cannon with a caliber as large as a baby's fist, and even a shield gun with a shield fixed on the gun body.

In order to prevent the pistol duel from turning into an arms race, later duelists designed a process for inspecting weapons to completely exclude these strange weapons from the duel.

But Lawrence still safely handed over his pistol to the opponent's deputy for inspection. Although his pistol was engraved with rifling, there was still no difference in appearance from an ordinary pistol, and the inspection of the weapon basically stopped at the target.

It's just a visual inspection.

Sure enough, Count Falcone's deputy only looked at Lawrence's pistol for a while after taking it, and then quickly returned the pistol to Lawrence. After all, in everyone's eyes, this duel was not good for Lawrence. If he was still there,

It would be unjustifiable to make things difficult for Lawrence with weapons.

Grosso also took Count Falcone's luxurious pistol decorated with gold and silver and looked at it for a while, saying that there was nothing wrong with it.

"Hmph, then let's go to the castle courtyard. Don't let your legs get so weak that you can't walk."

After checking each other's pistols, Count Falcone gritted his teeth and looked at Lawrence and said.

"Wait a minute."

After Lawrence put the pistol back into his waist, he did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he looked at the notary brought by Count Falcone and said:

"I should have the right to discuss the rules of the duel, right?"

"Uh... Of course, as long as you both reach an agreement." The notary nodded hesitantly.

"Very good, then I propose to set the duel distance from the normal thirty steps to sixty steps." Lawrence looked at Count Falcone and said.

"Sixty steps?"

Count Falcone sneered, thinking that Lawrence deliberately increased the duel distance to delay time. After all, at a distance of 60 steps, it would take seven or eight rounds of firing to hit the target with a pistol.

But in Count Falcone's view, his shooting frequency must be faster than that of the injured Lawrence. Even if the distance was increased, he still had the advantage, so he responded directly:

"Okay, sixty steps, sixty steps, let me see what tricks you can do."

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After a while, Lawrence and Count Falcone came to the courtyard of the castle.

Nobles and ladies crowded the platform on the second floor, watching the duel from above. Most people also silently prayed for the heroic Lord Bonaparte, hoping that he could defeat the despicable Falco.

Count Neighbor.

Both of them took off their coats and stood back to back wearing only their shirts. This was also to prove that neither of them was wearing protective gear.

The bandages on Lawrence's body were still vaguely visible under his thin shirt. Seeing this, the noble ladies who were watching him shook their heads and sighed, admiring his courage and character even more.

In addition to the two dueling men and the notary in the courtyard, people from Prince Louis and the Duke of Choiseul were also standing below, ready to rush up and interrupt the duel at any time.

Crown Prince Louis even stood at the gate of the courtyard in person, watching Lawrence uneasily.

Soon, the notary began to issue orders skillfully, directing the two people back to back to walk forward, accurately opening a distance of sixty steps.

The summer evening breeze stopped at the right time, and there was silence in the castle courtyard. The onlookers looked down with bated breath, swallowing nervously.

"Both sides started loading," the notary announced nervously.

As Laurence and Count Falcone drew and reloaded their pistols, the notary finally raised his voice and shouted:

"The duel begins!"

As soon as the words fell, the two men turned around almost at the same time, raising their pistols and pointing them at each other.

The distance of sixty steps is almost fifty yards, which is more than forty meters. At this distance, it is only enough to distinguish the opponent's head, body and legs.

Coupled with the poor shooting accuracy of the pistol, experienced duelists will not pursue defeating the enemy with one shot, but will use skillful reloading to shoot the most times in the shortest time.

Count Falcone was obviously experienced. He turned around and pointed the barrel of the gun at Lawrence before pulling the trigger without hesitation.

A burst of white smoke erupted from the muzzle of his gun, and the projectile came out in response, but it only hit the soil a dozen yards in front of Lawrence. The distance of sixty steps was indeed a bit far for the accuracy of the pistol.

But Count Falcone was not discouraged when he saw this. He skillfully took out the ammunition from the paper bag and started loading again. In his understanding, such loading and shooting would take more than ten rounds to determine the winner.

However, Count Falcone, who was reloading, also noticed something was wrong. He had only heard the sound of his own gun just now, and Lawrence on the opposite side seemed to have not fired the first shot.

Through the slowly dissipating gunpowder smoke, Count Falcone glanced at Lawrence and saw that he was still standing there, aiming his pistol at himself with both hands flat, but he had not yet pulled the trigger.

Seeing this scene, even Count Falcone, who was in the duel, suddenly laughed from ear to ear and cursed in his heart:

"It turned out to be an inexperienced guy who made me laugh so hard. He was still taking aim. Did he think it was archery?"

At the same time, the nobles who were watching on the second floor also noticed something strange about Lawrence and discussed in panic:

"What's going on?! Why doesn't Monsignor Bonaparte shoot?"

"Isn't the pistol malfunctioning?"

"No, he didn't report it to the notary. He is indeed still aiming."

"Oh my God, even aiming at this distance is useless."

"Hey! Governor Bonaparte! Can you hear me? Shoot quickly!"

Even Duke Choiseul frowned and looked at Lawrence. He could tell from Lawrence's performance that this was a complete rookie who had never experienced a pistol duel. Duke Choiseul regretted allowing Lawrence to engage in this.

duel.

However, Lawrence, who was under the spotlight, just stood there calmly, blocking out all the shouts from the outside world.

For a humanoid target at a distance of more than forty meters, with the gun in hand, as long as the shooting skills are in place, the hit rate is at least 70%.

Lawrence was still waiting silently, waiting for the white eyes in front of Count Falcone to slowly dissipate. Only then could he aim at Count Falcone's head with complete accuracy.

"What a fool looking for death."

Count Falcone had completed the second reload, pointed the pistol at Lawrence, and said to himself disdainfully.

The gray-white gunpowder smoke slowly disappeared as if dissolved in the air, and before Count Falcone's second gunshot, the head of Count Falcone hidden in it was briefly revealed.

"It's now."

Lawrence's face froze, and his wrist suddenly exerted force to hold the gun more steadily, and he pulled the trigger almost at the same moment.

Driven by the gas in the gun chamber, the Mini bullet rotates at high speed within the constraints of the rifling and is ejected from the muzzle, squeezing out the air in the air to form a short but transparent bullet mark visible to the naked eye.

When Count Falcone heard that Lawrence finally fired, he subconsciously opened his mouth to mock this slow idiot. However, when he opened his mouth, what came out of it was not mocking words, but a chilling scream.

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The nobles who were watching looked at Count Falcone blankly. With the dim light, they could barely see that Count Falcone's crotch was immediately stained red with blood.

"Hey...did you miss it?"

Lawrence frowned and looked at the screaming Count Falcone. Although his shot hit the target, it was still far from the expected headshot.

And just when Lawrence was about to load the second round, Count Falcone couldn't support himself and fell backwards. Even when he fell to the ground, he was still screaming loudly, and the facial features on his face were almost twisted into a ball.

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Count Falcone's deputy, like the nobles who were watching, had no idea that Lawrence could knock down Count Falcone with one shot. However, as his deputy, he rushed to the duel field and shouted:

"Admit defeat, admit defeat, we admit defeat! Damn it, where is the doctor? Call the doctor quickly! He is the grandson of the Duke of Richelieu!"

Upon seeing this, the notary quickly stepped forward to stop Lawrence from filling in, and announced loudly:

"In that case, I declare that His Excellency Laurence Bonaparte has won this duel!"

Although the nobles who were watching on the platform were in disbelief, when they heard the verdict of victory coming from the notary's mouth, they cheered in unison, and their thunderous applause lasted for a long time.

Prince Louis also hurried to Lawrence, patted him on the shoulder and said excitedly:

"I, I really don't know how you did it, but no matter what, hearing his screams made me feel a lot better. Hey, let's go see how this bastard is doing."

Prince Louis said excitedly, and at the same time he pulled Lawrence forward to check Count Falcone's injuries with the palace doctors.

Count Falcone was seen lying on the ground, his body twisted in pain, the pistol had been thrown aside long ago, and the roots of his pants were stained with blood, but it seemed that the amount of bleeding was not large.

Lawrence's mouth twitched, and he probably guessed where the bullet hit would cause so much pain to the Earl, so he patted the doctor who was examining Count Falcone's injury and asked:

"How is his injury?"

"Uh... Well, how should I put it?"

The doctor looked strange and said:

"Your bullet penetrated his... symbol of manhood. After we help him stop the bleeding, his life should not be in danger, but in the future..."

Lawrence and Prince Louis looked at each other in tacit understanding, and both of them felt a chill in their lower bodies and a sense of sadness.

"What a pity. My dear Count Falcone still has a lot of romance to enjoy. You must cure him."

Lawrence took advantage of Count Falcone's unconsciousness and said to the doctor with regret.

"Oh, what a pity." Crown Prince Louis also rarely felt proud, shaking his head at Count Falcone and saying:

"He may never again be able to do his beloved nighttime runs."

"You! You! Ahhh!"

Count Falcone, who was squirming on the ground, raised his finger with all his strength and pointed at Lawrence and Crown Prince Louis. As soon as he uttered two words, he fainted. He didn't know whether he fainted from the gas or the pain.
To be continued...