"Elena, what did you just say?" Offy Mondridge, who had just returned to Hilzi's office base, was shocked by Elena's words.

"Letter from the North, Doniva at the Western Medal Ceremony claiming that if Elta is unified, he will give up the imperial power and maintain the ......country by a system such as a citizens' assembly" Elena hurriedly filled in the first sentence, this is indeed explosive news, but it is a pity that she could not relay the information to him in time when she received the information, and by the time Euffe Mondrich knew the brief result, it was already completely late.

"Did he give up voluntarily?" After standing for a long time, Ofe Mondrick slowly squeezed this sentence out of his mouth.

"Yes, he announced it himself." Alena may still not understand the meaning of the word voluntary, "He himself is still active in various activities in Cierta......"

Before Elena could finish speaking, Offe Mondridge interrupted her explanation. "What I want to know is, is that what he intended...... Forget it, it's hard for outsiders to know...... True or false, who can know the truth? Halfway through, he suddenly laughed at himself. The king of a country, how attractive is such power and status to young people, others don't know, can he, the governor of an army who is against Doniva, not know? Even if the invaders of the other world did not put a knife on Doniva's neck to make him give up imperial power, there were 10,000 ways to make him "voluntary" - everyone would come up with their own answer to this question, and he himself was the same. He simply wanted to conclude that Doniva was being held hostage to relinquish imperial power, so he sent an envoy to secretly contact him and make him change his court...... Such an idea is still too wishful thinking.

Ouffer Mondrich sat down in his chair dejectedly. The opponent's power has also been completely hollowed out, and the phrase "after unifying Elta" from Doniva's mouth is not a reflection of the self-confidence of the alien invaders in their own strength? From this point of view, Doniva's words to the whole army were like a gavel sounding the death knell. It seems that the time left for the Western Expeditionary Army and him is running out.

"And what does your stepfather say?" The regrouped Ofemundridge looked at the work reports of the craftsmen during his absence, and asked Elena, who was cutting ham and preparing dinner at the back of the table. The ruler of the Northland probably used the righteous daughter as a bargaining chip for the director of the Western Expeditionary Army from the beginning, and it can be regarded as acquiescing in the lover relationship between Elena and the trading partner. After all, a righteous daughter is used as a bargaining chip for political speculation, and even if she takes a few boxes of furs for "dowry", the price is too much more than doubling taxes.

"What else can I say, my father-in-law means that even if this kid can rely on the strength of the alien invaders to unify Elta, it is nothing more than a natural straight boat to the bridge. I think even so, no matter how strong Doniva is, then you have to look at the face of this elder, right? ”

"Stupid." Orfmontridge had already walked over and wrapped his arms around Elena's waist, stabbing her face with his beard and shaving her nose as he spoke. "Your stepfather also knows how to bet on both sides and deal with the aftermath on both sides. If Doniva really drives me into the sea, it won't be Doniva who talks to your stepfather about life. ”

"But I would like to ask, what will you do if I am defeated?" Offe Mondridge glanced behind him and asked meaningfully.

"Hmm...... Honey, don't crow's mouth, okay? Don't rub it, I'll chop vegetables......" Alena twisted her silver-white hair and waist, signaling to Offe Mondrich to block her from chopping vegetables. In fact, both of them knew that Elena couldn't imagine it, and she didn't dare to imagine what to do when she did.

"Cut what to cut, see if I eat you first!" Ouffeol, who hadn't encountered meat for more than two weeks, picked up Elena and began to disarm regardless of her protests......

"Hold the butt steady, keep your center of gravity, and shoot in the space between breaths!" While Orf-Mondridge is obsessed with Gentle Country, the Craftsman, who doubles as an instructor, is training the recruits on how to use the Magic Powder Power Gun. Thousands of people alternately hit targets fifty meters away at the newly opened shooting range outside the manor.

These 1,000 people are the basis of Uffey Mondridge's intention to turn the tables. Of course, it would be a fool's dream to defeat the Otherworldly army with a magic power gun force composed of 1,000 or even 5,000 people. Offe Mondrich estimated that he would only be able to draw about 10,000 reliable troops from the rebel army and equip them with weapons.

But I'm afraid it's still hard to win. The idea of the director of the Western Expeditionary Army is to use natural danger in the defensive battle, and even use the capital Garcia as a cost to lengthen the supply line and lower the vigilance of Cierta, and use the magic spear team under his control to smash the Western Army once, in exchange for more time to make plans.

After all, no matter how smart he was, he couldn't have imagined it, and he didn't dare to think about how much energy the monster behind Sierta could release with steel as the bone, nano-process silicon chips as the brain, and oil as the blood.

After several trial production, the production of the magic powder power gun has entered the standardization stage, after repeated trials, the craftsman replaced the main raw material for the manufacture of the barrel with the crucible steel mixed with the "dime steel coin" smelting, and then the tempering strength further increased, so that the caliber was reduced, the chamber pressure of the minimum charge increased, the range and accuracy were improved, and the double-barreled gun was closer to the actual situation, and the weight was controlled.

Components such as wooden trays were even outsourced to local craftsmen in Elta, and the precision and quality of these parts were guaranteed given the strong oppression of the Bilunar Church. For mass production, the padding on the cheeks and shoulders and the non-slip leather surface were eliminated and replaced with a wooden surface with scratches on the surface, or nothing at all. As for the decoration of the hammer, only the horizontal stripes on the casting are cut out for anti-slip, and the dragon head decoration in Ouffer Mondridge's hand should be a unique symbol of the prototype gun.

At the same time, short versions of the magic power guns for officers and cavalrymen were also mass-produced, all of which were double-barreled horizontally. In order to shoot the spear, the cavalry, who was inconvenient to load, could quickly put down the harness and take out the short gun to shoot again. Of course, the soldiers will love such gadgets, but they can't equip them due to the current conditions.

There was a sound of popping beans on the shooting range, and craftsmen and recruits who were used to hearing the sound of gunfire were used to it. On the other side of the shooting range, the giant firearm that had to be put down when firing made a terrifying noise from time to time, and the earth was shocked, leaving only the puppet with no senses and no pain to keep calm.

This kind of training is certainly staggering, but in June, Elta in the east is about to usher in the harvest season, when you just wait for the fruits of the plants to dry and grind, and no matter how much you consume - not to mention that this part only reduces the unnecessary supply of the front line and the share that the remaining powder of the dead can make up.

On the side of the craftsmen of the manor, they finally discovered the true meaning of the spiral and the conical projectile after nearly a month of research. Warheads with a slightly smaller caliber than the barrel will be embedded in the much harder steel rifling after the magic powder explodes, and compared to the lead ball projectile that often makes an inexplicable arc after leaving the barrel, the prototype rifled conical magic power gun obviously has a longer range and is limited to the straight range of the barrel. Unfortunately, the chamber pressure caused by this was even greater, and the barrel crack appeared before the prototype was fired ten times, and the craftsmen had no choice but to expand the caliber again.

The non-durability of rifling is also a great headache. Lead fragments will hang on the rifling, and a rough estimate of the life of a barrel is probably less than a hundred rounds...... It's hard to fight at all.

The sad thing that the Red Dragon Regiment designed to speed up the Wyvern was the predecessor of the Demon Powder Rocket. After the drawings were handed over to the Inquisition, the craftsmen of Eufer Mondridge copied them as they were, and they were restored to their original purpose less than a few minutes after they were constructed and tested on their own. After experiencing the magic powder mines, the magic powder bombs, Eufay Mondridge gave the go-ahead for the project before he set off. If this thing were worn on a steel golem, it would be more effective than those large magic guns that were louder than they were when put down. The large magic spear has been proven to cause damage to the body of the steel golem, and the alien beast that has fired many times often does not fall to the ground without saying a word, and blood suddenly flows from the corner of its mouth, and then falls to the ground, and the huge recoil force acts on their steel armor, and then directly shatters some parts of their body. If it is a rocket, the alien beast holding the positioning frame only needs to be trained to be able to align with the general direction before pulling the rope to launch, without considering the effect of recoil.

And their killing mechanism has also changed from simple arson on the ship in the hands of the Red Dragon Regiment to a timed explosion. Although the fire rate is surprisingly low and unsafe, if you can explode in an accurate enemy stronghold or enemy formation, the general effect of a volcanic eruption will be very cool.

Of course, training recruits to this point could no longer hide from the military class of the Western Expeditionary Army. News of the Director's support for the rebels to test new weapons has begun to spread on the front lines, especially among magicians. Naturally, Rucha, who came from the traditional army, was happy to see the mage class divide their efforts with each other, especially since it was very much in line with him to question the director who was riding on the head of the general. After all, in front of that "long-range shooting" force, it was not the traditional troops represented by him who were under pressure, but the wizard class represented by Eufe Mondridge himself.

However, he can't let the dissatisfaction spread in the army, and now is the critical moment for the magicians of the various troops to set up magic arrays in their strongholds and roads, and if something goes wrong, the director will be angry with his own future and even his head, killing Maiz is not a matter of concern to him, and it is probably not difficult for him to take care of himself in front of the temple.

The rainstorm has stopped, and the hot summer has quietly arrived. Will the Western Expeditionary Army be able to survive the season of the harvest of magic powder? That's only God knows.