"Huhuhu, Lord Allen, I moved back your 300-meter plate armor."

The cat-eared orc carrying the plate armor lowered the plate armor to the ground, making a heavy sound of falling to the ground, and a puff of smoke and dust splashed.

He wiped the sweat from his head, this thing is really heavy, and running on it tests the heat resistance of orcs.

When the orcs saw that the three-hundred-meter target was back, they all gathered together, but there were too many people, so many people couldn't squeeze in.

"I shouldn't have missed."

"Three hundred meters is too far away, as long as it is blown by a strong wind, the bullet doesn't know which way it will go."

"Yes, it's okay to say that it's close to you, but it's all up to luck if it's far away."

"It's not for me to say, Lord Allen's luck has always been good."

The little orcs talked a lot, and no matter how much they talked, they didn't see the truth with their own eyes, and someone squeezed his head and found that the innermost orc was suddenly in a daze.

Ivan seized the opportunity, squeezed the stunned orcs hard, broke into the innermost part, and saw the plate armor on the ground.

I saw a pit on the plate armor, it was deformed and twisted, and if you look closely, you will find that there is a hole in the pit, which is not particularly big, but it is a hole.

Then Ivan remembered Allen's target range - three hundred meters!

Three hundred meters!

They thought of themselves, without Allen's teachings, shooting more than 100 meters was all up to luck.

Allen, on the other hand, was able to shoot 300 meters alone, and Ivan finally knew how amazing it was to shoot at a target that Allen shot 300 meters away.

Then Ivan was also stunned, and the orcs who were squeezing people behind found Ivan in a daze and immediately squeezed him out with their arms.

"Don't be in a daze, you don't show me, get out of the way!" The orcs, anxious as ants in a hot pot, squeezed in.

Ivan was squeezed to the periphery, his throat moving slightly, and he was shocked for a while before he regained his strength.

He was an Awakened One, and after a few rounds of shooting himself, he had a rudimentary understanding of the smoothbore flintlock pistol.

He felt that the musket was very evil, it was accurate within seventy meters, but it would be wrong if it was farther away.

This deviation is not obvious in Allen's auxiliary correction.

But without Allen personally correcting the preview position, the deviation of the preview became very obvious, and he often missed or shot at someone else's target.

So it's not the gun itself that is powerful, it's the people who use it.

Alan, really strong.

A few minutes later.

After admiring the power of the flintlock pistol, the orcs began to train in rows to load gunpowder.

As the training unfolded, the orcs who had participated in the military training suddenly realized that they finally knew what the effect of practicing the linear formation before.

In the case of guns, a salvo of one line is clearly effective in bringing down the enemy.

And Alan also finished testing his flintlock pistol, and when he didn't have the full-level talent correction, these budding orcs shot twenty out of thirty when shooting seventy meters.

The 20 mm caliber and heavy gun body were not too heavy a burden in the hands of the body-armed people, but they were still very tired after a long day of training, after all, their bodies were not yet at their peak.

……

In the evening, Alan returned to his office on the second floor of the administration building, lit a dim candle and spread large sheets of paper on the table.

Bang bang.

There was a knock at the door, and Alan didn't raise his head and said, "Please come in." ”

Windsor pushed the door open and filled a bowl of mung bean soup, she was less than a meter six, but her powder-blue hair looked very beautiful in a drab room.

"It's late at night, pay attention to your body."

"Well, I'm measured."

Alan put down the pen and glanced at the mung bean soup in the bowl, which was green and faint, and the unique light aroma of mung beans came to his face.

Finding Alan staring at the mung bean soup for a while, Windsor smiled embarrassedly: "Last week, I was patrolling the farmland, and I heard that you said that mung bean soup was delicious, and then sent Mahi to the town to buy some mung beans. ”

"Mahi is?" Alan wondered.

"She was the only female businesswoman who was photographed by Marianne, short and thin, and now she has a quarter of Marianne's performance, and she works very hard."

When Windsor said this, her eyes couldn't help but be a little resentful.

Didn't you say that female businessmen should be in good shape, but Mahi is a short flat loli.

Alan naturally didn't know what Windsor was thinking, he only remembered that there seemed to be this person, but he didn't remember much about his appearance.

"Well, mung bean soup is good, but next time you can put more sugar, it's better to be sweeter."

Alan tried the taste, and thought that no one had made such a thing as white sugar yet.

"I added sugar." Windsor was silent as soon as she finished speaking, could it be that she added too little?

Alan drank the mung bean soup in one gulp and said casually: "I know that a kind of sugar is very sweet, called white sugar, and sugar cane is needed to make it." ”

He paused, Windsor probably didn't know what kind of plant sugar cane was, and added: "Sugar cane is like dwarf bamboo, knotty, dark purple on the outside, and the 'white meat' inside can be chewed slowly, very sweet, you can ask the merchant to pay more attention." ”

Sugarcane is a tropical and temperate crop, and the Datie Village area has such a climate, and Allen believes that there should be a sales channel for sweet plants next to the town.

Windsor hummed softly, secretly remembering the sugar cane crop.

Windsor didn't leave after that, but stared at the drawing that Alan was looking at now, it was very large, just a part of a huge container.

"What is this?"

"Part of the blueprint of the ironmaking blast furnace." Alan said.

"This is the equipment for that ironworks?" Windsor, oh, she also heard that Alan wanted to build an even more powerful iron-making device.

The blast furnace will produce complex physical and chemical reactions during ironmaking, and the temperature is as high as 1800 degrees, 1400 degrees, 1000 degrees, 500 degrees, etc.

The temperature is uneven, easy to produce adverse consequences, in order to maintain both physical and chemical stability, refractory bricks are necessary.

However, Datiecun's technology is insufficient, and it is impossible to completely restore the modern blast furnace, so he naturally came how convenient it was.

Then all kinds of bricks in the design plan have to be re-ordered by Allen to find mines, and pull out a group of slaves to be responsible for firing refractory bricks, which has recently started halfway and has not yet been completed.

After reading the design drawings of the iron-making blast furnace, Windsor said the purpose of this time: "That flintlock pistol is very strong, why don't you send someone to build more?" ”

"No way, it's the fastest speed now, and next week there will be a batch of flintlock pistols forged by slaves, also more than thirty shots.

There are many places that restrict the development of the village, such as the iron-making production cannot keep up, the steel-making output cannot keep up, and the chemical laboratory also lacks talents, they are all rote slaves......"

Alan said a lot, but he didn't understand Windsor, so he didn't go on.

Windsor really didn't understand, she could only nod numbly, and finally concluded: "In the final analysis, it is a lack of population and talent. ”

"You're right." Alan took a surprise look at Windsor and noticed that Windsor's tail was slightly erect.

Windsor hesitated, "With the Fusiliers, we can even loot other villages, even towns. ”

"That's true, but one thing you're wrong about is that we're not plundering, we're freeing slaves." Alan had already thought of a reason, how ugly it was to loot, so he didn't want the name of looting.

"Emancipating slaves?"

"Yes, every town and village has a large number of slaves, and when we free them and transport them back to the village to be reformed, the population will rise." Alan said expectantly.

Windsor thought for a moment and slowly retreated.

Few people in power paid attention to the human rights of slaves, and no one did anything to emancipate slaves, as has been the case for thousands of years.

"It's not just looting." Windsor breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the night sky, the stars shining.

But is Eren really willing to rob only slaves?

Of course, he was not reconciled, so after he left in Windsor, he turned his pen, thinking about what kind of preferential policies to use to attract foreign population, and how to publicize the reputation of Datie Village, so that other villages and towns knew that Datie Village was very good.