How to describe the mother's mother's reaction to the excitement after seeing these fluttering letters? Probably the old bachelor met the little widow, the old drunkard met the red star Wodega or something!

In short, the brood, which was originally a little sluggish, suddenly seemed to be injected with tons of chicken blood, and it was instantly full of vitality, and it was extremely flexible with the two tiny tentacles on its head, and quickly picked up a letter. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Then he opened it and looked at it, and his concerned look and intoxicated expression were even more focused than that of a drug-addicted thug;

With this suspicion in mind, he also picked up a letter and opened it to read it, which was written by a junior blacksmith of the Minotaur who had been apprenticed to the Iron Collar for two years before finally being promoted to a junior blacksmith.

It seemed that it was extremely difficult for him to pick up a pen and write in these big hands, which were accustomed to hammering, and there were at least twenty or more typos in a letter of less than a thousand words, and the crooked earthworm-like font was really difficult to read.

In this letter, he first devoted more than half of the space to expressing his heartfelt admiration and gratitude to the great, erudite, and willing to teach Master Krupp, and then successively raised several problems encountered in learning, hoping to get Master Krupp's solution.

"I said this guy is stupid enough, and he can't figure out such a simple question. Modo complained, and then looked at the brood, but was immediately startled by the brood's actions.

I saw that the brood turned over the letter that had been read to reveal the blank back, and then rolled up a quill with her tentacles, directly dipped it in the thick green saliva secreted from its mouth, and began to write a reply.

I don't know if it's an illusion, or if Mo Duo is dazzled, anyway, at this time, there is no trace of ferocity and terror on the body of the brood, but it is full of an inexplicable sense of sacredness, just like a rural teacher who is still lying in front of the desk in the middle of the night to correct the homework of the students and answer their doubts.

"Master Modo, please wait a little, I will reply to all these letters soon, and you will need to bring them back as soon as possible; those lovely children, they must be in a hurry!" said the hive, a request that almost made the little dwarf vomit blood.

In order to speed things up, the brood even began to count on it, one of its tentacles flipped through the letters, causing one tentacle to keep replying to the letters, while not delaying to chat with Modo.

The speechless little dwarf could only walk to the side of the big hole and keep piling up the contents of the space ring, and now just to maintain the daily survival and research of the brood, the materials and biological energy needed are not small.

And the little dwarf, who is expected to go to sea for a few months in the future, also deliberately brought an amazing amount of materials this time, anyway, these worker bees Modo did not dare to let them continue to go out to collect materials and biological energy for the brood.

Dead branches and leaves, extremely clean bones that have been gnawed, scraps of various animals, and even the seaweed that Modo filled with a spatial ring on the whim of the seabed, were all piled up like garbage by Modo, filling a third of the space of the large hole.

The brood has this benefit, it doesn't care about the quality of these foods at all, as long as there is biological energy in it, it can be accepted by it, and transformed into nutrients needed to sustain life and advance.

Then Modo went to another corner of the big hole, and in the past few months, all the barrels produced by the mother nest have been piled up here, and in half a year, it has produced almost tens of thousands of high-quality barrels.

The little dwarf looked at these barrels, which were at least two grades better than those hammered out by the dwarven craftsmen with hammers, and thought to himself: "With these barrels, there are almost more than 150,000 muskets in the underworld and the Iron Collar, and it's time to find a way to solve the problem of artillery." ”

Thinking of this, he turned to the brood and asked, "How long will it be until the next promotion?"

"Soon, it will only take a month at most, and I will meet all the conditions for promotion; The mother's reply immediately made the little dwarf happy.

While loading the whole box of barrels into the space ring, he quickly replied: "There is no need to make any changes, just according to the current situation, it is better to strengthen evenly in all aspects." ”

"And last time I showed you the drawings of that kind called artillery, I don't know if it can be produced after the promotion. Modo asked a little impatiently.

The brood paused obviously, and after silently calculating in her heart, she replied: "But you can, but according to the scale of the flesh furnace, you can only make a cannon of up to twelve pounds, and if it is larger, it needs to be after the continuous promotion." ”

Mo Duo quickly calculated in his mind that the drawings he had drawn for the Brood last time were all old antiques he had seen in museums in his previous life, and that he was collectively referred to as the red-clothed cannon in countless braided plays.

The caliber of the twelve-pounder cannon is estimated to be a round iron ball of about 12.5 centimeters, but this thing is much more reliable than the heavy trebuchets and ballistas used by the militia brigades today.

"Then after the upgrade, the manufacture of the barrel will be stopped, and all this kind of artillery will be produced, and the two specifications of twelve pounds and six pounds will be produced, and the ratio will be one to one. Modo instructed the brood: "And as long as the barrels are produced, I can let the steel base do the matching and assembly." ”

However, I just don't know how long it will take for the brood to produce such a big guy after the promotion to produce one; I hope that when the time comes back from overseas, the number of brood production will be able to complete the first division of the militia artillery first.

The brood replied, "No problem, Master Modo, but you have enough other materials left before, but it takes a lot of copper ingots to make such a cannon, and I don't have enough stock here." ”

"You don't have to worry about this, there are as many copper ingots as you want. While Modo replied, he quickly threw out a hundred catties of copper ingots.

If you use all the gold coins to make artillery, Modo may still think about it, but there are so many things in the underworld like copper ingots.

If nothing else, Modo remembered that in the vicinity of the Bison Valley base alone, there were two huge copper mines, and the reserves of these two copper mines alone were enough to make hundreds of thousands of red-coated cannons.