"Hey, it's coming!" Maez, who was still lazy on the shelf bed, struggled to move her ass, damn it. It's not time for dinner yet.

"Oh, is there a dinner party today?" Maiz said as she approached the wooden door. Before he could reach out, the wooden door with the wire deadbolt was kicked open.

"Eh, you guys, what are you going to do! Uh-oh-oh......" Frightened, he fell to the ground and was immediately stuffed with a wet rag.

"Report to the marshal, Maiz spread rumors before the battle, confusing the army, and when he heard that the marshal was going to have lunch with him, he had already committed suicide by jumping into the river."

Rucha jerked his head up, feigning surprise. "Oh? Did you go fishing for it? ”

"Report to the marshal, Maiz is too heavy, you can't see a figure at once, not to mention that we can't catch it!" The people who came were still talking nonsense in a serious way. The generals on the ship will all smile, and at this time, everyone who is dead and may be slandered knows what is going on.

Rucha began to laugh too, and this smile seemed to make the ass feel much better. Although they are all members of the Inquisition who make people feel gloomy just thinking about it, Eufe Mondridge, who knows how to use his brain and is not biased, is so high that he doesn't know where it is compared to the straw bag of worldly politics like Maiz, whether in terms of appearance or posture level!

Since April 4, Maiz has not been able to collect any Chinese goods. Of course, a large part of it was bought by Efmontridge and fooled the new area with fake copper coins made by his craftsmen. Other merchants who had returned before had heard a little smell of gunpowder from their customers, or perhaps stumbled upon a march that had been broken into pieces, and a large part of them had directly followed the advice to eat and drink well when they bought the goods, and waited in Duncheng and Xincheng to watch the show...... Prior to this, Maiz had been used to carry out the mission of the temple, and the military resources embezzled by Zhengda Guangming had reached less than one-tenth of the total cost before the invasion. The vacuum in the sales of "luxury goods" created by the overthrow of the wealthy merchants and landlords in the west was directly blocked by this big fat man. It was really touching, so that the businessmen who fell into the ice hole for a while were grateful, holding the swollen wallet and shouting long live. With this Lei Feng deed, Maiz is simply capable of being selected as one of this year's "Top Ten People Who Moved Elta".

It's just that the officers and even the soldiers were angry because it was their salaries and rewards that were being appropriated. Especially Ofe Mondrich, if the money he can deduct is used to counterfeit copper coins, he can buy more goods in the new area. It's a pity that Maez can't let Maez know about this, so he can only watch him take the money and buy it as a wronged boss.

However, now Odd Mondrich was not surprised when Hirzi learned that the front line had been defeated twice. Even if he knew tomorrow or the day after tomorrow that the Western Expeditionary Army had withdrawn from camp and withdrawn to Garcia, it would not have much impact on his current strategy.

The weapon that propels the projectile forward with the force of the explosion turns everyone into a magician, no need to learn magic, no need for ten years of training, just provide enough projectiles and propellants, aim - pull the trigger, and the enemy will fall to the ground, it's as simple as that. So what would happen to a team full of mages against an army that was still largely melee combat? Every time the Twin Moon Western Expeditionary Army loses a magician, it can only be transferred from its own country, so if there are no magicians in this country, then how can this battle be fought? In contrast, with such a weapon, there is no need for the muscles to pull the crossbow, no cumbersome learning steps and no high steps of magic—the hundreds of thousands of children in the West who are still rolling in the fields can take up arms if they want to...... Such a failure was within the scope of consideration of the director of the Western Expeditionary Army.

In fact, at this moment, Euphemont's heart did not fluctuate, and he even wanted to laugh. In front of him were replica samples of firearms that had been developed day and night by magicians and craftsmen who had traveled across the ocean to reach Elta.

"What a beautiful pattern...... "Offey Mondrich stroked the beautiful pattern on the outside of the barrel." Did you carve these patterns? ”

"Dude, you're so forgetful." The magician who led the ironsmith to Hilzi and Eufamontridge's father were old acquaintances. "All the water pipes in your house are all patterned like this. Four soft iron plates are used to surround the thick iron rods, overlap each other and then beat them back together, and after polishing, this color and pattern are formed. ”

"It looks like this thing is much thicker than the third sample you made earlier...... "Speaking of Thick, the iceberg beauty who was followed by Orfe Mondridge to visit, the Northland envoy who was captured by the director's physical and mental charm, covered her mouth and laughed.

The magician who had been tinkering with the powder next to him turned around and said helplessly: "Mr. Director, in the first experiment, even if the iron pipe was bound by wooden parts, it could not prevent the explosion of the magic powder with the minimum activation amount...... So the answer we can give is to reduce the pressure and increase the diameter of the iron pipe......"

It is understandable to fail in invention and creation, and there is no experience to learn without failure. Offy Mondridge nodded and asked, "Are you injured then?" ”

“…… Thankfully, Vervigan, who was in charge of carving the wooden handle, had come up with a way to pull the trigger with a thread, otherwise someone would have been hurt. One pipe maker recalled the scene when the whole room shook when the chamber was blown up, and he was visibly still apprehensive.

"And what about the current one?" Ouffer Mondrich softened. This group of people who are not low in the artisan world and the wizard circle, he really wants to thank them for being so interested in his rhapsody.

"We've done more than 20 tests with match-sized shot put, and all of them have worked well...... It's just that this thing is too big and heavy. ”

Indeed, the breech magic power gun in front of Orf Mondridge is a monster with a caliber greater than 25mm. In order to ensure that the minimum amount of magic powder does not explode behind the chamber, this is the lowest safe caliber. The length of the barrel is also the most convenient length made from a water pipe mold, and for balance, the same huge bolt and firing structure are embedded in a wooden shoulder rest. A shortened version of the wand, with integrated chanting, is placed on top of a shoulder rest, resembling a hammer in a captured revolver, and the tail end is carved into the shape of a dragon's head.

"It's heavy." Offy Mondrich carried the hope of the new era directly with both hands. The wooden support under the front barrel is also glued to non-slip cowhide, which makes people unconsciously grasp the handle. The superintendent also rested his shoulders against the tail of the butt attached to the cowhide, and naturally assumed a posture with a gun. "It's just that after this thing has been launched once, it's very difficult to reload."

"Yes." The leading artisan magician pulls out a set of tools. "After pouring the magic powder into the chamber of the gun, press down the end of the lead ball and the iron bar to the end...... Then take it out and you're ready to launch. ”

Offe Mondridge recalled the process of the police revolver being loaded and fired multiple times at a time, and sighed secretly. "So what is this mold for? Cast shot put on site? ”

The barrel craftsman just now also put on a helpless look. "We can't guarantee that everyone's guns will be exactly the same in detail...... Therefore, after making each barrel, we will have a set of molds to match, and the soldiers should also learn the corresponding lead casting. ”

Orfe Mondridge learned to tear open the paper bag and shake the magic powder into the barrel of the gun while measuring the technical gap between the new district and the Bilunar Church with his thoughts. The enemy's guns were loaded and fired multiple times at a time, and it took only as long as he tried to slip the lead ball out of his pocket and into the barrel of the gun. If this really goes to the battlefield, I'm afraid it will only be possible to use one shot to determine the victory.

The weapons workshop was located directly in an abandoned manor on the outskirts of the city, and Eufe Mondrich walked out of the door with his gun, pulled the hammer at the target in the garden, and pulled the trigger.

The first was a slight impact, the hammer pulling the magic powder in the chamber of the gun, and the complete explosion and combustion turned the powder into almost all of it into gas, propelling the lead ball forward. His shoulder was pushed back slightly by the recoil, and the shot put also hit the target in an uncontrollable arc.

"I almost didn't even keep up with the target." Ouffe Mondridge sighed. Accuracy is not good, and the rate of fire is not good, it seems that it is really necessary to make up for it with quantity? However, as a new weapon for infantry, this thing is much better than bows and swords.

The mages and craftsmen next to them didn't see the complicated expression on Uffy Mondridge's face. Being able to make this thing is already a cross-generational progress, and of course the little gun that was dismantled to provide research is even more cross-generational - but it is really difficult to make with the technical level of the Bilunar Church......

Offe Mondridge held on to the barrel of the gun he had just fired, his eyes staring blankly at his iceberg beauty. But he wasn't just watching the ball, he was thinking about how he could maximize the advantages of this weapon. Wait, balls, pecs, cuirass ...... Offe Mondrich clapped his hands violently. That's it!

Swapping guns and tools for craftsmen, Eufay Mondrich suddenly asked a question that had nothing to do with the mass production of firearms.

"Can you make this kind of weapon for large golems to carry? That is, simply to enlarge it......"

"No kidding. Is that kind of creature with zero intelligence wearing steel armor also stupid? ”

"No, remember when you pulled the rope in the distance? It's just 'let them carry', not 'let them shoot'! The Director said this, waving his hands excitedly, as if he were operating the firing mechanism placed on the golem. If you can make a large magic golem carry a large magic power gun that can unleash a huge explosion, then the large golem that can only step into the enemy's position stupidly is about to transform, from a dead and stupid meat shield to an excellent weapon that is both offensive and defensive!