Three days ago, Huesca.

"So this is what the little master custom-made, what is it called?"

"Breech-loading salvo guns. ”

"Salvo cannon ......"

Dressed in a hunting suit, Elena Lolita, who was as heroic as a beautiful boy, carefully looked at the "salvo cannon". The swarthy barrel, the metal two-wheeled gun mount, the pitching screws, and the spirit level - it didn't look much different from a normal field gun. Only the honeycomb-shaped barrel with 37 11mm barrels cast together, the hand-cranked firing mechanism, and the rear-loading locking fast can show the true identity of this thing - a hand-cranked discharge gun.

In a world where there is no concept of a discharge gun, it can only be called a salvo gun.

"This ...... Salvo guns, what can it do?"

"Kill. Miss, it is one of the fastest killing machines since the invention of the musket. ”

William van der Munster rubbed his hands together, and the dwarven craftsman looked as excited as a bride, his beard trembling and his rosacea wide open.

In the eyes of a dedicated craftsman, a piece of good performance is more attractive than a beautiful woman. And in the eyes of beautiful women, boring numbers do not mean that the appearance is acceptable.

It's ugly. ‘

Lolita shook her head, she had seen the mainstream firearms of various countries, except for pistols, all of which had beautiful walnut bodies. And this lump in front of you...... In the best words, it is also a monster that is not like the four, which is really flattering.

"When you get used to it, you won't think so. ”

De Munster stroked his beard and puffed out his chest proudly.

"The rear-loading salvo gun has a total length of 1.75 meters. With a normal body weight of 340 kg and a total weight of 855 kg in the transport state, it does look strange and ugly, but I guarantee that it performs better than any of the firearms in service. ”

"Are you sure?"

"Mother Goddess swears in the name of my father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. ”

De Munster's right hand is clasped at the chest, and his face is full of sternness. With the temperament of a dwarf to keep his promises, this was already quite a stern statement, and in order to dispel Lolita's doubts, he continued:

"Miss. I can prove it to you. ”

De Munster shouted. The apprentices quickly pushed the salvo into the firing range not far from the workshop, where De Munster loaded the bullet into the 37 holes in the bolt locking block, which was placed in the gap at the rear end of the gun, and then pushed a lever. Push the latching block forward. Complete the latching. At this point, the bullet is exactly aligned with each barrel.

"Look at it. ”

As he said "look", he began to shake a joystick behind him, and a violent and rhythmic gun sounded. Flames erupted from the honeycomb-shaped muzzle, and in a matter of seconds, all 37 rounds were fired after the joystick turned. At this point, De Munster pulled the lever again, pulled the locking block and slid it out, and another locking block was quickly filled, and a new round of shooting could begin immediately.

"What do you think? As long as you keep feeding ammunition, this thing can maintain a rate of fire of 200 rounds per minute. ”

De Munster turned around and asked triumphantly.

"My Mother Goddess!"

What else could I say?

......

Right now.

"Trained gunners can reach a rate of fire of 200 rounds per minute, and the main guns of various countries are not enough in front of salvo guns. ”

"But there are a lot of problems. ”

Roland shrugged and corrected some facts that were hard to ignore.

"The salvo cannon is too heavy, and it must be pulled by animal power like a cannon to reach the front line, but the range is not as far as that of a cannon, and it cannot do curved indirect fire, so it can basically only do a medium-range attack. In addition, the salvo gun is as troublesome as a field run, and it cannot be as flexible and mobile as the infantry, looking for cover, and is easily sniped by the enemy. ”

"The rate of fire is good, and if it is used against targets such as battle infantry, it is still competent. ”

This is also true, but there is a more brutal problem.

"My fear is that the army will use salvo guns as field artillery. ”

The salvo was indeed an innovation, but it was too heavy to be towed on a light artillery carriage, making it indistinguishable from field artillery – just as bulky, easily dispersed or detoured by enemy forces, and left to be killed when confronted by highly dynamic opponents, such as cavalry. In addition, the infantry could not guarantee the large quantities of ammunition required for such weapons. Even if the troops were all equipped with new rifles, bringing the number of rounds of ammunition per infantry to about 100, each battalion would still have to rely on a small number of wagons to transport supplies, which were already filled with tents, provisions, and luggage. Based on these two considerations, it is likely that Charlemagne's army assigned the salvo to the artillery.

When war comes, the artillerymen are likely to use the salvo as artillery, placing it far behind the infantry line, and as a result, they cannot hit the enemy at all because of the long distance, but they themselves are extremely vulnerable to counter-battery fire from the enemy aiming at the artillery line. It would be too much to expect the artillerymen to deviate from the concept and place salvo guns among the infantry. After all, in order to give these new weapons to the infantry, it is necessary to hand over to the infantry artillery ammunition vehicles, which are so valuable that the artillerymen will not agree to them.

"So, unless there is a revolutionary change in the means of transport, or if the salvo cannon can successfully 'lose weight', this weapon should only be used for point defense, such as a fortress or trench, against enemy forces attacking frontally. ”

The mass of the gun body is 340 kg, the total weight is 855 kg, and with the ammunition, the weight will reach the level of "tons". This weight made it impossible for the salvo to have any interaction with the infantry battalion, and unless it was a motorized infantry, it would be a joke to bring such a dead thing to fight.

Speaking of which, Roland couldn't help but think of the 7.92mm general-purpose machine gun and 12.7mm heavy machine gun that he had come into contact with in the military academy. The former can be used as a light machine gun to attack with synchronized troops when equipped with a bipod, and can be used as a heavy machine gun for defense when a tripod is installed, and has always been equipped with infantry squad level, and the infantry squad of the Marine Corps even has 3 general-purpose machine guns. The latter has a staggering 26.5 kg (including tripods) and is configured to battalion units. Whether it is to suppress lightly armored targets such as the Benlong, the division of infantry and accompanying firepower such as infantry artillery are sufficient.

In front of these two machine guns, the salvo gun did not even deserve to carry shoes. Whether it is the performance or the cost of production and the convenience of manufacturing, maintenance and repair, the machine guns of the Wehrmacht throw salvo guns three streets. If you add the characteristics of the elves who are naturally good at shooting, the assault rifles in the hands of ordinary infantrymen, the iron fist rockets of grenadiers, the infantry fighting vehicles equipped with motorized troops, mortars, recoilless guns, grenade launchers, 107mm rocket launchers, snipers, ...... Taking into account the comparison, Roland can assert with great pessimism that a motorized infantry battalion of the Defense Army can easily cripple a fully manned Charlemagne infantry division by relying on fortifications in frontal defensive operations, or even completely erase the number. Theoretically, they can do it.

In addition to the disparity in performance and methods of use, the fact that the salvo cannon was manufactured by the Dwarven Artisans further raised the tragedy of this weapon to a whole new level.

The dwarves are a people who pursue fine craftsmanship and oppose rapid mass production, and this characteristic has penetrated deeply into all walks of life. This is true for the production of handicrafts or for example, shipbuilding and military production. The dwarves believed that "fine work is not wrong in any way, and that mass production only tarnishes the labor itself." Under the guidance of this ideology, the manufacturing and production of dwarves has always followed the high-standard, high-elimination, and low-output high-quality limited production model.

It can be said that the dwarves' misconception of industrial mass production coupled with the inherent thinking of limited production of high-quality products was one of the main reasons for their defeat in the consortium factory. But they didn't realize it. It's about stubbornly sticking to the right way of thinking. This doomed the salvo to a fairly reliable quality and an extremely tragic production.

As a contrast. Elves are also known for their rigor, rigidity, and meticulousness, but they have always maintained a keen eye for the development and application of new technologies. However, due to the inherent linear thinking nature, it is often possible to come up with some designs that are so ingenious that they are breathtaking. But at the same time, there are also dazzling things in terms of structural complexity - such as super-heavy tanks, Land Cruisers, and other "tricks". If you compare it with a product with very good quality but relatively conservative and backward technology, it is also interesting.

Anyway, there is no expectation that the human army will kill itself in front of the defense forces with such a thing, it is enough to ensure the stalemate on the front line

"In short, let's produce a batch of salvo guns in small batches for the purpose of consolidating the defense of the points. ”

Taking a sip of coffee, Roland put the official bulletin he had read into a basket of texts on the side, the huge headline "No War on the Front" took up most of the page, and in the inconspicuous corner, the text "A mysterious dangerous species appeared near the port of Toulon, and many people were killed" loomed.

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'Hmm...... No way...... Secretary-sama...... Yes...... Not there...... It's weird...... ...... that will leave a mark'

Shaking up his short brown hair, the seminarian Morris made a sweet voice, his mouth screaming as he twisted Nini's waist, and reacted awkwardly as the other party guided him. The genitals, which are not yet fully developed, are surrounded by warmth, and the thin skin is slightly opened, revealing a pink piece of flesh at the tip.

"It's okay, there won't be any imprints. ”

"Tomorrow night...... Sacrifices are performed...... Rituals, the people who serve the Mother Goddess...... You have to have that mark on your body...... It would be weird, like that...... Fornicating ...... Uh......h

"Okay, okay, my sweet little priest. ”

De Kiel, who had buried his face in the pink neck of the 12-year-old boy, lazily raised his head and kissed Morris's soft lips, wrapping the boy's vital hand and making movements.

Unable to care whether anything would leave a trace, Morris hugged De Gehl tightly, swaying his waist from side to side, his legs stretched and tensed as much as he could, his tongues entangled obscenely, bearing the flexible tongue lingering caress in his mouth, and then gasping for breath in the gap between the kisses, and whispered:

“...... Lord De Geel, I ...... So comfortable......"

"Really?"

De Kir chuckled lowly.

"Although your compliments make me happy, do you like only lips?"

His lips fell on his bare chest, the tip of his pink tongue roamed over his chest, and the boy's limp hands were suppressed.

"Whoa, no, no, no! No, that kind of special place doesn't work!"

"There's nothing wrong with it, even a god wouldn't forbid happiness, my little priest, it's comfortable, isn't it?"

It's like a snake crawling back and forth on its chest, and the tip of its tongue snorting with saliva.

"Really nice brown hair...... Better than anything else are these eyes...... Just see these eyes like the clear sea, and even the Cornish merfolk who tempt men into the water will become your captive. ”

"You're really...... O poet, Lord De Kir......"

"No, I'm a male merfolk...... Drowned in your eyes countless times. ”

Kissed Morris on the chest and neck again and again.

"Ah...... No, it doesn't matter if it's the church or the faith. You are ...... My King and my God. ”

Looking down at the panting boy beneath him, De Kir raised the corners of his mouth.

"Uh-huh~, dear, stupid church lamb, let me make you cry like a prostitute. ”

"It doesn't matter, ah, do it again, love me...... Well, be rough ......"

De Kiel responded to the request, and as he was about to step forward into Cyrill's thigh, the glass window made an incomprehensible sound.

"Oops, oops, that's a ......"

Shaking his head with a wry smile, DeKir reopened his eyelids, and the eyes that opened again were not as blue as the sea before, and the pupils that were redder than blood reflected the boy's face that was about to cry.

......

"Oh, I'm sorry. ”

In the shadow of the oak tree, the boy with the devil owl resting on his shoulder said in a flat voice:

"I didn't know what you were doing. ”

"I don't know what you're doing?"

Dekyll, whose happiness was interrupted halfway, puffed out his cheeks and went into a rage. "Hmph, what kind of stupid thing to say! Where is this seminary? What will the people in there do, you will know if you think about it! What good thing can there be but abstinence and abstinence to the point of cerebral convulsion of untrained boys?! After all, the church is a reserve force for pedophiles and child offenders!"

Jelles shrugged.

"So I apologize, and I don't want to interrupt you to hook up with the brown-haired boy. Don't look at me like this, I also understand love and love. ”

"Che, you don't seem to have anything to do with that. ”

This sentence is redundant. ”

Jelles took a sip.

"I doubt your taste, what's so good about that little ghost?"

"Body. ”

De Kiel, who was lazily leaning against the tree, smiled and playfully stuck out his tongue.

"You'll find out when you come to sleep. ”

"Don't confuse my orientation with you, can you handle it well?"

"Although I am loyal to my instinctive personality, I can still distinguish between priorities and priorities, rest assured, leave a few tentacles to accompany him, 'I feel that the operation is also in a state of activation, and before dawn, the child will be immersed in supreme happiness. So...... Disturb me to have fun, what the hell is going on. ”

"Something happened at the Institute of Biology, and a real animal fled. ”

"What does it have to do with us. ”

"Stasi and the Institute's intelligence suggests that there is a good chance that the real animal will come to this special zone. ”

"So?"

"The underground forces of the Saalbadu District have been put on A-level security, and once they find a target, they will immediately report it, and make every effort to prevent the leakage of information, and if necessary, eliminate the target and the person who has come into contact with the target, even if it destroys one or two villages and towns. And then—"

Jerreus pushed his glasses and said expressionlessly:

"Walgrevo will come to the rescue. (To be continued......)

PS: Pictures of new rifles and rear-loading salvo guns are released in the relevant area of the work, and those who are interested can go and see it