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Looking at the boiling molten steel, Scrooge knew that a new era had begun. With steel as a foundation, a series of plans that can bring in more money can be put on the agenda.

For example, many of the cannons of the time were cast in bronze. Bronze is too soft relative to steel. All bronze-cast cannons could barely be rifled. This greatly affected the accuracy of the cannon. For example, Napoleon's twelve-pounder cannon is already one of the best in bronze artillery, and you can use it to hit a barn a kilometer away with great accuracy, while a rifled rifled gun can hit the barn gate with precision. Not only is there a difference in accuracy, but with rifling, the power of the cannonball can also be greatly increased after ensuring the stability of the shell. In the era when there was no rifling, the shell had to be spherical, and what part of it hit the target in flight was completely random. As a result, rifled guns cannot be equipped with high-explosive shells using impact fuses, which greatly affects its power. In the original history, after the Civil War, in order to use some special shells, the Americans forced the rifling of Napoleonic guns. As a result, well, after only a few shots, the rifling was worn bald and needed to be pulled again.

As for the other cast iron cannons at this time, wrought iron cannons and so on, they are not much better. Wrought iron cannons, like bronze cannons, need to be re-rifled after a few shots. The cast iron cannon is pig iron, which is relatively hard, and the problem of rifling is much better, but the pig iron is very brittle, well, so it is easy to blow up the bore if it is not done well......

However, as a weapon, it is not the biggest use of steel, with sufficient high-quality steel, whether it is transportation, construction, machinery manufacturing, can reach a new level. For example, the Pacific Railway, which is now in turmoil, has a huge demand for high-quality steel.

However, Scrooge is not in a hurry to take a stake in the Pacific Railroad right now. Because the cost of joining now is still a little more, and he can wait until the Union Pacific Railroad stock plummets. Well, a few days ago, he had already asked Bond's people to keep an eye on a few members of Congress, and I believe that it won't be long before a big news comes out.

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"Mr. Stephen, the asking price you gave is a bit higher, and according to the cost of building a railroad in general, it is unlikely that so much money will be needed." Norilang, the government's representative on the Union Pacific Railroad, looked at the quotation in front of him now and frowned, "It's impossible to get such a quotation." The government is not stupid. Your offer is even twice as high as the average offer. How is this possible. ”

"Ah, Mr. Norilang, things cannot be generalized. You know, this section of the railroad has to pass through several Indian settlements, which will make the cost of security go up significantly, and you know that now, because of the impact of the war, it is not cheap to hire a road escort. In addition, the terrain in this section of the area is complex, and the cost is already high......"

"Isn't this all plain? How can the terrain be complicated? Norilang asked.

"Ah, Mr. Nuorilang, in the attachment at the end of this article, I have made a detailed explanation, you can see it." Stephen's eyes narrowed with laughter, and the fat on his cheeks trembled.

"Detailed instructions?" Nuo Rilang flipped down, and then he immediately closed the information quickly and silently, and at the same time asked with a stern face:

"What do you mean!" His voice was low and stern.

"It's nothing, I just hope that everyone can have a better life in the future." Stephen said indifferently.

Nuorilang pressed the document with his hand and glanced around quickly. Then he continued to lower his voice and said sternly: "I can send you to prison!" ”

"I know a lot of big people, and it's not good for us to do a lot of that." Stephen pulled a cigar out of his pocket, and a bodyguard-looking man standing next to him quickly pulled out a match and lit it for him. Stephen took a deep breath, then leisurely exhaled a smoke ring, then smiled at Norilang and said, "Why do we have to do something that is not good for us." ”

Norilang looked at Stephen, then smiled and said, "I just feel that in this location, in this way, is not very appropriate, it will make me a little uncomfortable. As he spoke, he put the document in his briefcase, "This question is complicated, I want to take it home and take a closer look." However, Mr. Stephen, such an offer, even if I get it here, can't get it through to Congress. In addition, the threat of the Indians was not particularly persuasive. Several tribes in this area have always been relatively law-abiding. ”

"Ah, the law-abiding Indians?" Stephen smiled, his eyes sparkling fiercely, "Hehe, I thought only dead Indians were good Indians." ”

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"You're saying Stephen is buying those old smoothbore guns on the market?" Bond raised his eyes from the written report and asked one of the detectives standing to the side.

"Yes, Mr. Bond, they have a road guard to make sure that the workers are not harassed by the Indians while they build the road. Maybe he's equipping the convoy with weapons. A detective replied.

"Oh, I see." Bond said as he took out a file bag from the drawer, pulled out a copy of the text from it, looked at it twice, and then put it into the file bag along with the new piece of information. Then lock it back up.

"His convoy consisted of only 53 men, and not long ago they had sold thirty front-loading rifled guns from the 6th Army and twenty MacDonald 1857s from us, and they didn't need the old smoothbore guns at all. What are they going to do? Bond fell into deep thought.

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Hill is an Irishman who had recently left Ireland with some of his friends and came to the free land of the United States. The United States, which was experiencing war prosperity, had a job opportunity, and although he was not good at anything, he quickly found a job - building railroads.

He and a number of other workers, mostly Irish immigrants, came to a wilderness and set up a workers' camp.

"Hey, Ciel, did you hear that? There are Indians here. A young man named Cole asked.

"Well, I've heard that, too. But we have a road guard here, too. I've heard that the Indians are very poor in combat, and that one of our convoys can beat four of them. Hill reassured him.

"But, you see, there are only a few people in the road guard." Cole still felt uneasy.

Indeed, there were only three road guards in the camp, which was staffed by more than 30 workers. It does seem to be under-represented.

"When other workers6 continue to arrive here, the number of people in the road escort team will also increase." Another older worker explained.

At this time, a group of men came in the distance on horseback, and the setting sun shone obliquely, stretching their shadows very long.

"Are you Indians?" Cole tensed. However, as the horse team approached, it gradually became clear to everyone that it was not the Indians with turkey feathers on their heads that were riding on the horses, but a group of cowboys.

"The men who make our escorts!" Andy, a newcomer to the convoy, saw the signs on the men's chests at a glance, so he shouted as he lowered his gun.

The tension in the entire camp immediately disappeared, and everyone smiled and lamented each other that they were too sensitive. Others ran over and opened the gates of the camp.

The road guards who came on horseback dismounted one after another and led their horses in. The three guards who had stayed in the camp also came up and spoke to the new guards. Then the road guards dispersed in the camp.

"Why are so many people here?" Cole was surprised.

At this time, two road guards came to their side. Hill walked over and asked, "Why are so many people here?" What's the situation? The wayman jumped off his horse and smiled strangely at Ciel, baring his teeth.

"Soon the camp will be attacked by the Indians, how can we not come." The other guy, who was still on the horse, replied in a strange tone as he took the gun on his back in his hand.

"The Indians are coming? Are you sure? When? Cole hurriedly asked.

"When?" The guy on the horse pulled away the hammer from the old-fashioned smoothbore gun and laughed in a raspy voice like a night owl, "Hahahaha, of course it's—now!" ”

Just as he said the word "now", he quickly pointed the gun in his hand at Cole, which was a shot. At such a close distance, the 16 mm bullet made a large hole in Cole's chest, and blood spurted out like a fountain, and Cole looked at the escort who had shot with a wide eye, and then fell down without a sound.

"You ......" Before Hill could say anything, the dismounted roadguard had already thrown his hand at him, and threw an Indian axe at him, the axe spun in mid-air, and then slammed into the chest of Hill, who couldn't dodge, and Hill only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he passed out.

At this time, gunshots and screams were remembered everywhere in the camp. But it didn't take long for the qiē voice to subside. There were only thirty workers in the camp, unarmed and unguarded, unable to defend themselves against the attack of more than thirty heavily armed road guards. So in just a few minutes, they were slaughtered.

The guards gathered, and a big man with a meaty face asked, "Is it all solved?" ”

"It's all settled!" People replied.

"Well, then go and do the rest well. Robert, you take a few people and cut off a few heads, stick them in a sharp stake, Hewitt, you go and set fires, and leave some turkey feathers or something...... Billy, you threw the corpses of those two Indians into it......"