Gawain and Anna moved their tent to a dry plateau between the Great Turtle Fortress and the valley of the Marcicatus. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Anna looked down at the huge cannon below for test firing, and was very satisfied.

Soon every other hour, fireworks, smoke, and loud noises erupted from its mouth in front of Anna's eyes, and Anna watched as the huge stone pellets that were smoking, smashed into a stone hill opposite the test range, sending a columnar rain of gravel, and the mountain of rocks wept and shivered and shook and collapsed—the unbeatable power of the cannon made Anna feel that a feverish wetness was burning between her pink legs under her skirt, and she was so ashamed that she felt that there was a rampant flow there.

Fifty feet in front of the tent, Gdyer and Leotius sat in an independent tent, logging in and updating the data on the shooting table, how much medicine can shoot and how far away, one by one is very clear.

And the people and soldiers in the city of Prussa, including the generals and leading officers of the new army led by Tetisius, also listened in horror to the rumbling cannons in the distant valley, and looked at the smoke rising from the other side, "What the hell is Gawain doing?" Is his siege artillery hitting empty targets? "It's normal for Tetisius to have such doubts, because even he is shrewd and good at war, like many of the Empire's best craftsmen, he doesn't know the concept of artillery shooting watches, and this group of people lacks the awareness of basic mathematics, and relies more on their own excellent instincts to face the battlefield and homework, and Tetisius is no exception.

Only Gawain's thinking is beyond this era.

When the manuscript of the shooting watch was delivered to the tent, Gawain immediately asked the confidential officer Philaktos to remove the brocade cloth covering a mysterious device.

"Anna, my wife, for the last two years I have spent a great deal of money on twelve skilled smiths, some of them Flemish and some of them Persians." Gawain stretched out his arms enthusiastically and proudly, pointing to the mysterious large instrument behind him, and said that in the eyes of Anna and several henchwomen, it looked like an enlarged screw oil press, and the plate on it was framed and pasted with fine Seleucian paper. Then Gawain lifted the delicate and small ivory-like object from a plate next to the utensil, "This is the 'movable type', and each of the twelve craftsmen can now use the instrument to make forty of these 'movable type' every hour, and if I let them work for four hours a day, they can make 1,920 movable types in one day, and 10,000 movable types will take less than a week." ”

Anna shrugged, not quite understanding.

However, Gawain was not ready to explain in vain, he glanced at the confidential officer Philaktos, and then Philaktos raised a small wooden hand holder, according to the text and regulations on the manuscript of the shooting table, and used the hand support to combine the corresponding movable type, row by row, into a tight typesetting plate, because the shooting table is actually a piece of paper, so the work was quickly completed. Then Firactos gathered his eyes, and after correcting the typesetting plate, he and the other two "typesmiths" in Gawain's mouth pasted the typesetting plate on the lower plate of the screw, and then one of the craftsmen lifted the brush and evenly applied the fine ink from the jar next to him to the typesetting plate.

"The big barbarian must have improved the ink formula." When Anna saw that the ink was neither spread out nor gathered into droplets, but was tightly distributed on the movable type that was wedged on the typesetting plate, she quickly made a judgment.

Then several people got busy, the screw rotated, the upper and lower layouts were constantly pressed, then separated, then inked, and then pressed: one after another "shooting tables" with exactly the same content were printed, and Anna felt the horror of this technique, she trembled and took the paper printed with the shooting table, and the rest of the female officers watched, the layout on it was compact, and the text was blue and black and clear.

"Well, this is Mr. Zhao Zhao's cutting-edge technology and equipment imported from the East." Although Gawain was proud, he was still sloppy.

"I don't know how to describe it...... But in the future, the intellectual class of the world, who take pride in copying and interpreting manuscripts, will madly hate your great barbarian. Because of you, you seem to have completely turned your beautiful and chaste wife into a prostitute...... You have destroyed the fortress with artillery, and you will use this kind of thing to completely disintegrate the beautiful and majestic temple. Staring intently at the identical "shooting tables", Anna rolled her brown pupils and used a terrifying but apt metaphor to describe the brand-new device.

In fact, only fifty copies of the cannon firing watches were printed, which was about the time of a feast, and then they were framed and sent to the cannon gunners of the Great Turtle Fortress, many of whom had graduated from the academy and could certainly read the shooting table, which also saved them the effort of measuring it themselves, because the walls of Prussia would not move, and everything could be done according to the shooting table.

"All gunners must memorize the firing table as soon as possible, and in three days we will officially launch the artillery attack!"

When the appointed time came, and when she turned around, she could see the city of Prussia and the scarlet tent on the hill of the siege position, and Anna, half excited and half shy, walked out of the tent at the beginning of the morning light, and carried a soft skirt, and came to the miscellaneous bushes that could block the view from below, where a group of female officers and forbidden soldiers had already been stationed around, and a curtain embroidered with red hand badges had been erected, forming a semi-enclosed temporary camp.

The long summer grass under her boots stimulated her legs, obscured by the light gauze skirt, and the restless atmosphere of the season permeated her, and the restless chirping of insects.

Anna exhaled, her dew-stained bun was a little heavy, hanging on the left side of her neck, she stopped, holding on to a medium-sized tree trunk with both hands, looking down from here, the huge gray outline of the big turtle base was clearly displayed in her eyes, where two huge cannons were visible, the muzzles were aimed at the southeast corner of the city of Prusa, and many soldiers and gunners were surrounding them, carrying and piling up all kinds of equipment, pushing wooden poles, Khitan snow bags, heavy stone pills and iron pills, etc., because the scheduled guns three days ago were coming!

"Ah......h

There was a rustling sound in the grass behind her, and soon a big hand touched Anna's braid from behind, pulling it back slightly, Anna's brows furrowed, and then she felt extremely cool rising from below, because the other big hand directly lifted the back of her skirt!

As the skirt was raised, the long grass that had been driven swayed back and forth rapidly, and scratched her round and bare knees, and the slight stinging pain stirred her heart even more, and her whole garden-like beauty was exposed to the big brute without defense......