The meeting lasted a full afternoon, and for most of the time Downer was speaking, while the rest of the group were listening.

Donner criticized in an extremely harsh tone, pointing out the shortcomings and problems of various tasks in recent times.

Anyway, the people who participated in the meeting were basically scolded for being bloody, and fifty-six people didn't dare to come out.

When it was time for dinner, Donner had dinner with the team in the cafeteria before returning to his house.

The sea breeze blew across Cancer Island and into Donner's window, the lights flickering incessantly, and Donner's quiet face flickering in the dim light.

After a long time, Donner sighed, although he scolded everyone today, but the matter has not been fundamentally resolved.

It's not a question of their way of doing things, it's a matter of thinking.

The liberation regiment has a program and charter, and Donner often talks to them about equality, fairness, and justice.

But in fact, many times these things are abstract in their heads, and they can't see through the essence of the contradiction at all.

In their minds, everything they did was much better than that of the nobles, whether it was the inhabitants of Crescent Island, the inhabitants of Cancer Island, or the slaves and refugees brought in by Theodore, they should be content and grateful, and absolutely obey the rule.

They followed Donner's instructions and learned Donner's style of doing things, but in fact, with power in their hands, they gradually became familiar with the system, felt the charm of power, and began to develop aristocratic ideas in their hearts.

The core idea that Donner wants to put forward is only a concept in their minds, but they do not have a deep understanding.

Downer knew that this was partly due to his lack of systematization, as he had not been able to systematically express his ideas and thoughts, which had always been too general, and it was no wonder that they did not understand them.

Donner picked up the quill pen and spread out the blank paper, ready to write something.

After thinking about it for a long time, Donner began to put pen to paper, and in the center of the top of the blank paper, he wrote a few large characters of "Emancipation Proclamation".

The ink, which was as black as night, spread out in the paper fibers, and the cloudless night sky, after Donner put down his pen, suddenly a strong wind blew up, and dark clouds obscured it.

The wind blew into the room, and the lights were blown on and off, as if they were about to go out, Donner looked out the window and wrote down a line again.

'The exploiter and the exploited. ’

Thunder rolled in, and lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the entire sky as if it were day.

Donner shook his head, the weather in August is really changing, and he continued to write.

All the history of the mainland up to this day is the history of class struggle. ’

It was raining, and the bean-sized rain was falling straight down, as if the gods were crying.

Donner seemed to sink into what was in his head, and he continued to write.

'Freemen and slaves, nobles and commoners, lords and serfs, merchants and hired laborers, masters and apprentices of all trades, in a word, oppressors and oppressed, exploiters and exploited, always in opposition to each other, engaged in a constant, sometimes covert and sometimes open struggle, each time ending in ......'

"Poof!"

The lights went out suddenly, and Donner's wrist slammed, and the ink on the tip of the quill dripped onto the paper, blurring the word class.

Donner was stunned, put the quill pen on the pen holder, and found the tinder to light the lamp.

It was very windy, and after several attempts it failed to ignite, Donner was a little annoyed.

"Well, I'll write about it later. ”

Donner had no choice but to put down the fire, and it was not too early to see the sky, and this god seemed to be against him, the wind was blowing gusts, the lights were lit and blown out, there was no way, this had to be slowly written out later.

Casually pressing the scratch paper against the table, Donner went back to bed and slept with his clothes.

The wind subsided, and the rain stopped.

The next morning, Donner got up, went out for a run, and came back to eat breakfast when Uncle Anderson suddenly found him.

"Donner, the dwarven brothers have built everything you need, do you want to check it out? ”

With the bread still in his mouth, Donner stood up suddenly, and then coughed violently.

Choking on bread this time, Donner picked up the water cup and poured a sip of water, swallowed the bread, exhaled, and asked in surprise, "Really?

"Yes. Anderson nodded, "It was already built yesterday, but I heard that you had a meeting at the training camp, so I didn't tell you." ”

"Quick, I'm going to check it out. Donner didn't care about the breakfast he was eating, so he took Uncle Anderson and hurried to the artillery foundry.

At this time, at the cannon casting place, the two dwarven brothers were also serving breakfast under the service of the two apprentices, and the two dwarves were holding a bowl of wine and drinking happily.

After the two of them saw Donna hurriedly breaking in, they quickly drank the wine in the bowl, burped, and said with a smile: "Captain, why are you here, eh, we didn't drink, we drank water just now." ”

You can smell the wine from a distance of three feet, and only the dwarf brothers can stupidly open their eyes and talk nonsense, and they don't confess to themselves.

Donner was now concerned about the artillery, so he didn't care about these details, and didn't pursue the two dwarves drinking before going to work.

Seeing the two brothers' innocent appearances, with the foam of wine still hanging on their beards, Donner said angrily: "Okay, I heard that the iron pipes have been built, I'll come and take a look." ”

"Oh, that's it!" The dwarf brother rolled his eyes for a moment, and said flatteringly: "Yes, Captain, the iron pipe you need has been prepared by our brothers according to your requirements, and we will take you to see it now." ”

"Let's go!" Donner nodded, leading the way.

The dwarf brothers hurriedly chased after him, Qinglusi shyly held his round belly, and said with a smile: "Commander, you see, they are all placed here, and you see, according to your orders, we have also started casting a few iron pipes, and we are about to process them." ”

A total of four guns of various sizes were placed on wooden frames, and the barrels were greased as required to prevent rust.

Donner walked over, scrutinizing the door.

The cannon has been hand-polished by the dwarven brothers, and the surface has a metallic sheen, and the fuse hole in the back has been drilled to size.

Donner reached out and touched the inside of the barrel, which was relatively smooth.

The standard is certainly far from being as good as machining with machine tools, but according to the existing technology, it has been done very well.

Of course, whether it is a mule or a horse has to be pulled out for a walk, and the appearance of the cannon is there, but whether it can be fired or not can only be counted after testing.

The gun carriage had already been built by a carpenter according to the drawings.

Donner said to the two blacksmith apprentices, "You two go to the carpenter's place to get the wooden frame, and bring a few wildebeests, and by the way, go to the training camp and call Jasmine, Hans, and Captain Mike as well." ”