And the fact that it could punch through a wooden board a full 4 centimeters thick from 25 meters away showed that the Revolver's gas seal was excellent. Otherwise, it could not possibly have possessed such power.
One had to know that an ordinary single-shot Pistol had roughly this much power.
The shooting range immediately erupted in applause, and people around them exclaimed in admiration, "This is truly a great invention unlike anything ever seen before!"
"His Majesty the King's hands have surely been blessed by God."
"This gun's rate of fire is simply beyond belief!"
"Only His Majesty the King could create such a miraculous weapon..."
Louis XVI quietly corrected them, "This gun was made by the Crown Prince and me together."
Joseph smiled. "The credit is mainly yours, Father. Hmm, what do you plan to call it? How about the 'August 1797 Model Pistol'?"
"No, I already have the naming rights to two new guns, and they were both truly conceived by you first." Louis XVI seemed to have considered this long ago and immediately said, "I have decided to name this gun the 'Joseph 1797 Model Pistol.'"
Joseph did not stand on ceremony with his father. Smiling, he nodded. "It is my honor, dear Father."
Seeing Aymeric reload the weapon nearby, Louis XVI eagerly went to the breastwork himself, pulled back the bolt, and aimed ahead.
He fired six shots in succession. Raising the Pistol before his eyes, he inspected it carefully. There was not the slightest deformation; the workmanship was highly reliable.
Soon, a continuous string of bang, bang gunshots rang out across the shooting range.
Joseph had finally waited until his father had gotten his fill. Just as he took the Pistol and was about to load it, he saw two Court Guards hurrying over,