Oh~~!
A wave of understanding swept through the crowd.
This was true teaching.
Van Augur and Mihar knew that wrapping bullets in silk (assuming One Piece has silk) increased accuracy, but not why.
Alistair's explanation clarified this.
They hadn't considered this point, yet Alistair addressed it.
They focused on Alistair's lesson.
Not only they, but the pirates were captivated by Alistair's simple explanations. This was something they'd never been taught.
But it was directly related to their lives.
"Silk blocks gases, but burns quickly. It blocks gases, propelling the bullet, then burning away, resulting in uniform propulsion…"
Alistair's explanations were clear, humorous, and engaging, making the pirates feel like expert sharpshooters, capable of fighting Devil Fruit users.
"But we lack silk and bullets that perfectly fit the barrel. Your bullets still fly erratically."
"How do we compensate?"
Alistair tapped the blackboard, indicating a key point: "Enough muskets!"
"Eight men per row, two rows per group. Each group's sixteen shots create a fan-shaped coverage area." Alistair drew, illustrating this clearly.
Sixteen bullets for one person seemed wasteful.
But Alistair drew two more figures in the fan-shaped area, increasing the target count to three.
This improved efficiency.
"Behind you are the third and fourth rows, firing in the next second, taking down the remaining three."
Alistair turned it into a math problem.
"If you and your enemies are equal in number—thirty-two people."
"After two volleys, how many enemies remain?"
"Twenty-four. You now have a numerical advantage."
Alistair's voice flowed through the night. He spoke for a long time…
Many tossed and turned, unable to sleep, even under the blankets Alistair provided.
If Alistair opened a new world of thought for the Devils Luck Pirates on the ship, this lecture opened a new world of knowledge.
They learned that fighting involved much knowledge.
Strength wasn't just about physical fitness, reloading speed, or marksmanship.
It was about a different kind of strength.
This was a new wave of thought, like the Wild Pig's scholars, who never imagined boiling water could power a train.
This was a new world of knowledge.
The previous intellectual upheaval caused widespread inferiority; some even called for abandoning their language and adopting Western languages.
Their patriotism was genuine, but their limited perspective led to radicalism due to the shock.
The five hundred pirates, wrapped in blankets, were restless.
Alistair hadn't even discussed warfare, but they recalled their daytime defeat.
Considering Alistair's lecture, they realized that even with four times the enemy's number, continuous attacks could overwhelm them, even achieving parity…
This was replicable. If they learned this tactic, they could become as strong…
Should they really escape?
Should they give up this opportunity?
Pirates deeply admired strength.
Someone like Buggy, a crewmate of Roger, simply used Shanks' name to become a Shichibukai. Many pirates couldn't distinguish between real and false strength; they followed those who appeared strong.
Many pirates were wavering—this strong pirate was kind, didn't abuse them, and provided good food. Perhaps serving him was a good choice…
Everyone pondered this; perhaps escape wasn't necessary.
Ambitious pirates considered extracting all his knowledge before leaving.
Ordinary pirates considered serving him.
He gave his Devil Fruit to his subordinate… This boldness surpassed their captains.
Even Hancock served him; why oppose him?
Many lost their desire to escape.
The next morning, Alistair arrived with breakfast, seeing all the pirates present. He nodded gently, saying, "Since you didn't leave last night, you won't leave."
"You're now part of the First Army. Captives will form separate groups; every eight will elect a captain. If anyone escapes, the entire group is punished!"
This was Alistair's carefully considered decision.
The old system of collective punishment wasn't just about punishment; it constantly reminded them: you are one unit.
This unit might seem to hinder each other, but on the battlefield, they would become comrades—because not protecting each other would result in punishment.
External pressure would forge them into a true unit!
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