Although there is a holiday, Marin always feels that he does not seem to have it, because early in the morning, Marin has to get out of the warm bed, with Cross's dissatisfaction and regret to leave the mage tower, the next month has been arranged, Marlin today is the morning of the trip to the workshop.

Speaking of workshops, Marin's workshops are now more like a part of the city, looking northwest from the former first wall, with chimneys, noisy water-presses, and horse-drawn carriages carrying all kinds of materials all over the streets, dwarves in overalls, humans, giants, gnomes, and halflings everywhere in the streets and workshops.

Marin even saw some northern highlanders, who had sent some craftsmen over, but considering that they had never touched muskets, Marlin told them to start over as apprentices.

As for the elves, these tall and lanky people have the ability to engrave and enchant glyphs that no other race can, so they tend to sit in clean rooms and do the most professional work for them alongside the best part of the dwarves at dwarven engraving.

Marin has been working hard all the way, not because they don't want to greet Marin, but because the noise in the area has forced them to use large headphone noise cancellers for their work, which can effectively reduce a large part of the noise, but at the same time, the people and the environment of the workshop make greeting a completely impossible task.

Therefore, Marin only waved to the craftsman who was looking at him.

The latter also smiled and raised the hammer in his hand and swung it.

These craftsmen are the team that makes all kinds of large parts, mainly responsible for the parts on the cannon and the battle mage's heavy magic armor.

Compared to these apprentice craftsmen, the craftsmen who made gun barrels from lathes after Marin passed through the crossroads were much more decent, they were real blue-collar professions, and now muskets were the fist products of Marin's workshops - in the south, the Duchy of Farol, the Sidney Union, and their northern neighbors were all recruiting on a large scale, and they needed to train enough soldiers before the tide of death really came, and the soldiers fighting in the north were trying to conquer the last bastion of the Chaos Kingdom- If all of this is not resolved before the tide of death actually comes, these chaos will only be afraid that they will soon receive a large number of reinforcements.

As a result, even the Principality of Farol sent about ten divisions into the battle, and while they were training, the military representatives of the Principality of Farol would use their eyes to confirm the gap between their army and their northern friends.

Marin had read the first report, which was full of Farol's admiration and praise for their northern neighbor, and they also highlighted the cans, saying that their logistics had been completely defeated by such easy-to-preserve little things.

If you think about it, the logistics of the Farol people is still the logistics unit moving with the army, if it is driven for a long time, all the soldiers must eat black bread and white water containing sawdust, Marin also specially asked the soldiers what they think, and the answer is that the taste of cork chips is quite good.

Come to think of it, cork, or at least brown bread, unlike the sand and gravel of the northern brown bread.

The clay-legged nobles of Farol wanted to say a lot in the first report, but Marin could condense what they wanted to say into one word - poverty.

In the eastern region, the Eastern Kingdom is in full swing - after Marin's assistance arrives, the Eastern Kingdom has begun to go into a riot mode - except for the farmers who farm the fields and some necessary productive occupations need manpower, all the adults are dragged into the army by the kingdom, and Marin is a headache when he looks at the hairy formations that swell up like balloons, and the armament that can never be replenished.

Indeed, Marin's wizard friends have long confirmed the authenticity of these formations, and they also know that most of their recruits can now only use wooden sticks as imaginary muskets to do some basic training, but Marin really can't help it - your Eastern Kingdom is short of 800,000 rifles for an army group alone, not to mention other equipment, who can stand such a terrifying request from you.

Marin's workshop is working hard for a month, and it can't satisfy you.

As members of the Observation Mission, representatives of Sidney and Faroll have written to their superiors more than once that without Marin's weapons, the Eastern Kingdom's death toll by now should be close to at least 370,000, not less than 70,000 at present.

So, in addition to these two regions, there are also a large number of orders from the north that appear at Marin's desk like snowflakes, and these orders do not even have an expiration date, but simply require Marin to prepare all the equipment needed on it as quickly as possible.

A month's production of Marlin is a drop in the bucket for the needs of various countries.

Marin also joked with Jason about this, saying that when Nvidia sold 3080, it was not as beautiful as Marin now.

After listening to Marlin's joke, Jason looked through the database and gave Marin a very interesting answer: "Do you think this kind of profiteer in the early 21st century is worthy of selling?" ”

Well, yes, does he deserve it?

Phew, how dare he match me, he is dead into a ball and I don't know how many thousand years of stuff, I ship 900,000 rifles a month, 420 cannons, and newly made heavy magic weapons that can arm a mage squad every day, and what are you Huang Jenxun carving with a carving knife?

Nvidia's spirit card?

It's a pity that I couldn't see Su Ma slashing you, a profiteer.

"Jason, I originally wanted to set up a triple-A system, and then play 2077 or some other game when I was fine, but unfortunately you know everything that happened later." When it comes to the past, Marin always has some regrets, although he has made up for some regrets, but in the end, Marin still hasn't completed all the regrets without fail.

"Don't mention your past, Lord Marin, before the birth of the Federation, these two factories had already closed down, and your love and hatred are not worth mentioning in the face of history."

Jason's answer made Marin sigh, but the so-called imperfection is life, maybe that's how Marin feels now.

With this feeling of regret, Marin entered the core of the workshop, which was protected by a noise-reducing circle that reduced noise by ninety percent of the time.

The good thing is that the noise-canceling headphones on Marlin's head can finally be taken down, and the disadvantage is that as soon as Marin goes up to the second floor of the core area, he hears dozens of mouths arguing.

And the owners of these mouths, after noticing Marin, began to ask Marlin to make a judgment.

Marin could only listen to the dwarves and halflings say what they were arguing about.

The dwarves said that they had recently come up with the idea of enlarging the shotgun to a 40 mm caliber with a long barrel, a 20-round drum, and a single-headed or shotgun for the warhead, which could be loaded on a four-wheeled locomotive, which could effectively solve all the ghosts and snakes that the locomotive encountered in its path.

Marin thinks it's a good idea, isn't this a 40mm grenade launcher-style thing, okay, when the impact bomb is produced, he will be able to use this thing to sling the Chaos infantry. Thinking of this, Marin looked at the halfling, trying to get some answer from them as to why they were arguing.

The halfling said that they also recently came up with an idea, they wanted to enlarge the machine gun to 20 mm caliber, use a long barrel, a 200-round chain, and use armor-piercing and incendiary bullets for the warhead, and load them on a four-wheeled locomotive, which can effectively solve all the bulls and snakes that the locomotive encounters in its path.

Marin thought about it and felt that the caliber of this thing was a little larger, but as a 20mm cannon, this thing did have its use value.

"Then why are you arguing?"

"Halflings plagiarized our ideas!" The dwarf said angrily, pointing at the halfling.

"It's the dwarves who plagiarized our ideas!" The halfling jumped to his feet in a hurry.

"One of you is a launcher, the other is a cannon, and they are two completely different weapons." Marin's face was full of doubt, and he felt that his IQ had been crushed.

"Nope! Excellency! What they plagiarized was the idea of us loading things on locomotives! The dwarf and halfling retorted in unison.

Marlin was silent, then took a deep breath, and a frost giant war cry spewed the two idiots out of the second-floor window.

"Are you idiots?! Go out and run me fifty laps around the building! ”

After ordering the two lead guys to start running laps, Marin motioned for their team members to get the sample gun out within a week - although their team leader was an idiot, the efforts of the team members should not be wasted.

"Makes you smile." After Marin drove the members away, the dwarven master came out of nowhere: "You are really very fair, although I think my compatriot is more right. ”

"Yes, Lord Marin is not wrong, although I also think that my compatriot is more reasonable." The halfling master also ran over.

Marin looked at these two old things who didn't think it was a big deal, squinted their eyes like snakes, and the legendary lord who spit out his poisonous tongue asked a question that belonged to justice: "You also want to run in circles?" ”

"Where, we dwarves and halflings are like a family!" In the face of the imminent violence, the two masters did not hesitate to hook their shoulders and put their backs.

Marin glanced at the two plus a group of two hundred-year-old people, and turned to look at His Excellency the Elven Ambassador who came over: "Why are you here today." ”

"My young compatriots made a new gun and said they wanted me to take a look, and I wasn't going to the shooting range." The elven ambassador smiled and said, "By the way, I heard that your Excellency is doing very well in the Northlands. ”

"Average." Marin smiled and motioned for the leader, and he walked to the front, Marin following him, and the old group of dwarves and halflings following Marin.

"Your performance like that is average, I really don't know what it means to behave well." The Elven Ambassador sighed with a smile.

Marin only smiled at this.

The old men lost no time in touting Marin's performance in the north, and out of respect for the elders, Marin could only listen to their fleshy praise, all until Marin saw the elven craftsmen at the shooting range...... This...... Marin looked at the 57mm long-barreled cannon in front of him with some distress, and after confirming that this was still a 'gun' with a full set of bolts, Marin looked at His Excellency the Ambassador, who was also puzzled: "This is the gun that your compatriots said?" ”

"Yes, it should be." Your Excellency the Ambassador hesitated.

It was his young compatriots who came running over, and they saluted Marin and his seniors: "Great, Your Excellency, Your Excellency Ambassador, and Your Excellency Marin, please watch our test launch." ”

With that, an elf pulled the bolt of the gun and loaded it with ...... Marin really doesn't want to use the adjective bullet, whose gun uses 57 mm bullets!

But it was a bullet, and in Marin's eyes anyway, the elf loaded the bullet and pushed back the bolt, and he fell to the ground, lying on his stomach ready to shoot.

Well, using the Immovable Technique, which allows the user to connect closely with the earth, he will not be knocked down or knocked back.

A very good idea, indeed, but ...... You guy even filmed an elemental body for yourself, there must be some very twisted story in between.

Thinking of this, Marin watched the elf aim for a moment, then pulled the trigger.

You can see that the entire body of this 'gun' is retreating - it seems that the whole gun has a design of integral retraction, and the rear seat is greatly reduced by this method and technique.

After a shot, the shooter stood up and looked fine.

The target was also blown up, and it looks like the lethality of this thing is really good.

Marin praised the elves' ingenuity, and at the same time prepared to tell them not to make this kind of ghost thing with a spear length of seven and a half meters next time, after all, this thing Frost Giant is about to be able to use it as a super long spear: "Next time, if you want to make something of this caliber, I suggest that it is better to make them into long-barreled cannons, and the caliber can be enlarged a little more." ”

In fact, you don't need to put it too big, 75 mm is enough.

Thinking like this, Marin and everyone present watched as the city wall in the distance suddenly collapsed.

"You ......" Marin looked at the elves and had a bad thought in his heart.

"The bullets we use are flowering bullets, and they use arcane gunpowder, which has an explosion effect twenty times greater than that of similar gunpowder! It costs only three times as much gunpowder as it kind, and it's easy to produce in large quantities! The elves replied with great pride.

"It's really amazing!" Mr. Ambassador, the Dwarven Master and the Halfling Master Master clapped their hands in unison.

What kind of hands?! Do you know how many things this thing has just pierced and still be able to lift that section of the wall?! Marin has never been more distracted than he is today - are these fools too smart or too stupid?

You call them stupid, but they can really draw inferences, and now they can even make new weapons on their own.

You're going to say they're smart...... Marin really didn't believe it, they were so stupid that they could create such a lethal thing, and gave it the name of a gun.

My tall, skinny people with long ears! Would you like to build a cannon?!