"Lord Castle, this ...... I can't believe that this iron thing can have such great power. When Simalan saw that Aslan's experiment was over, he came over in surprise.

Waconna's expression was even more sluggish, as a soldier, he couldn't imagine what it would be like to have an army equipped with this kind of weapon!

"Lord Castle, how many weapons do you have called muskets? Waconnor asked subconsciously, because this is the nightmare of almost all melee professional soldiers, the thick armor is easily penetrated, so there is almost nothing to resist his attack, even if a junior swordsman like him wears armor, he may not be able to survive this kind of attack.

"We only have this one now, and it's still in the experimental stage. Aslan said.

Aslan handed the spear to Simalan's hand, and Simalan didn't dare to simply regard this thing as an iron rod at this time, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a weapon of the gods.

Aslan looked at the gun, and he explained the conclusions he had reached to Simalan.

"The rifling of this gun...... That's it, so I'm wondering if you can make some changes to this gun. ”

Simalan inspected the body of the gun, and he pondered: "I can't keep shooting accurately, it should be the rifling problem you said, or it may be the problem of the structure of the gun, I'm just a blacksmith, let me make things, I will, but to improve it, it's still such a mysterious weapon, I don't even know why he has so much power, I really can't do it." Cimalan shook his head regretfully.

"Lord of the City, although I don't know what your musket is, its powerful attack distance of more than 100 meters is simply a big killer on the battlefield. Waconnor said on the side, he didn't expect the city lord to say that he was not very satisfied with this.

You must know that the effective attack distance of ordinary archers is only between fifty and sixty meters, and as long as those rangers who have mastered the fighting spirit can shoot a distance of 100 meters, just like Captain Bill.

Aslan knew this, but he still wanted to make better guns.

Aslan sighed, it seems that without professional people, he will not be able to improve this flintlock musket, but it is normal to think about it, from the appearance of the earth's flintlock musket to its retirement, it has existed for more than two hundred years, and in this high-martial world, this kind of weapon that can only deal with ordinary soldiers is naturally impossible to have any great development.

"Then let's go back and talk about it, Wacona, you arrange for someone to clean this place, and you must not expose the traces here. Remember to keep your mouth shut for everyone here today, and don't go out and talk nonsense about today's events. Aslan instructed Vaconnor.

"Yes. ”

Aslan and Simalan walked down the path, Simalan was looking at the musket in his hand with a puzzled expression, he was so curious about this weapon, he had a vague feeling that this weapon would bring magical changes to this land.

"Simalan, you should know a lot about this weapon manufacturing by now. Aslan asked.

Simalan took his attention away from the musket, looked at Aslan and said, "Well, if it is made according to this kind of musket, it is actually quite simple, just need to be careful about some relatively close parts. ”

"Then how many of these muskets can you make in a day now. Aslan asked, since it was impossible to improve the muskets, only the number of muskets had to be increased.

Sima Lan touched his head awkwardly and said, "If I talk alone, it will take almost three days to make one." ”

"Don't you have a lot of assistants?"

Simalan's eyes lit up and he said excitedly: "City Lord, would you like to let them join in the manufacture of muskets, if so, I am confident, with enough materials, I can make at least one a day, maybe more." "Before, because of the secrecy requested by the castle lord, he had always been making it by himself, so it was a bit troublesome.

Aslan shook his head and said, "I don't mean to keep it secret, we still have to do a good job of secrecy now, I mean the people who can give you some parts of the gun manufacturing, but they can't tell others about the work they do, or teach others what they do." After that, you assemble it and complete the important parts. This will be much more efficient. ”

Sima Lan thought for a moment, this method is indeed feasible, he nodded and said, "This should be possible, I will arrange it when I go back." ”

"Okay, you can also produce a batch of that buckshot in large quantities, and then send it to the City Lord's Mansion, and the bullets will be survived by the workshop of the City Lord's Mansion. "Aslan's control of the important gunpowder is still in his own hands.

As for the Gun Workshop, Aslan actually remembered a film about the situation of queuing up to shoot during the American Civil War, and their bullets were reloaded much faster than Aslan's, just more improvised bullets.

The basic structure of a flintlock pistol is similar to that of a flintlock, that is, it uses the flint on the hammer to strike to produce sparks and ignite gunpowder. Because the reloading musket has not yet been invented, so this has made a high requirement for the ammunition loading technology at that time, according to the previous loading method, when loading the projectile, the projectile needs to be put into the muzzle, and the cartridge is sent with a wooden hammer, and the gun is pushed into the chamber, which is very time-consuming.

On the battlefield, it means wasting lives. Later, gunsmiths in Pennsylvania, USA, created a method of speeding up reloading, using a sheet of linen or deerskin soaked in grease to wrap the projectile and load it into the muzzle, which reduced friction, not only accelerated the reload, but also played a breath-holding role, which increased accuracy and range.

Aslan suddenly pressed Simalan's shoulder with his hand, and Simalan turned around strangely and looked at the city lord: "City lord?"

"Simalan, although you are not human, I still regard you as my friends and as my people from the Flying City. Aslan looked at Sima Lan and said.

"I understand what you mean, Lord of the City, since you saved the lives of me and my people, the life of my Simalan is yours, as long as you don't dislike it, I can kill you in armor at any time. Sima Lan said with a firm look in his eyes.

Aslan smiled and nodded: "Simalan, I'm going to officially let you serve as the head of my Flying City's weapons department to manage our Flying City's weapons manufacturing." ”

Sima Lan was a little surprised and said, "Lord of the City, this is not very good, I am also a dwarf anyway." ”

Aslan turned around and said, "I don't care if you're a dwarf or whatever, as long as you're from my Flying City, it's all the same." By the way, those people of your dwarves haven't gone to the City Lord's Mansion to register their population, so hurry up and let them register, so that they can be regarded as our people from Flying City. In the future, you can also enjoy the treatment of Flying City. ”

Sima Lan looked at Aslan's back, he didn't speak for a long time, he suddenly knelt on one knee and half knelt on the ground: "Thank you, Lord City Lord, I will definitely not let you down." ”

Aslan turned around and helped Sima Lan up and said with a smile: "Our current situation is not very good, your weapons department is your current yard, and when we get better in the future, we will definitely improve your working conditions." ”

Simalan nodded: "It's okay, it's fine now." ”

"Then go back quickly. ”

"Okay, Lord, goodbye. ”