"Even with the help of the Lizardmen, the combat effectiveness of individual civilians is far inferior to that of the Templars. They can block the attack of undead monsters. There must be other reasons."

Freya was keenly aware that there must be more than just the lizards and the militia involved.

Even if civilians were gathered for assault training before going to the battlefield, it would still be nothing compared to the battle-hardened Templars.

Generally speaking, this is indeed the case, but the Marquis Aisen, the lord of Border Guard Town, is unusual.

"That's right." Bray nodded and admitted, "Marquis Aisen invented a powerful weapon that anyone can use, so that ordinary civilians can threaten the safety of knights, even the Templar Knights."

After a pause, he added: "With weapons like this, Marquis Aisen once said that even if our Templars don't come to support them, they can still protect their homeland with their own strength."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present showed expressions of surprise.

I don’t know whether I should say that the Marquis of Essen is too arrogant or too confident.

Undead monsters are a threat to all mankind, and the Templars have been an important force against them for the past two hundred years.

Otherwise, the Kingdom of Dawn would not have signed a winter agreement with the Holy Theocracy of Caleb, requiring them to send Templars to support them every year.

Why is it that when Marquis Aisen comes here, he no longer cares about the Templars?

"Oh? Do they have the confidence to defeat the undead monsters without resorting to the power of the Templars?"

Freya smiled slightly, feeling it was a bit interesting.

She knew that Teresa was acquainted with the new lord of Border Guard Town, and thought to herself, this guy is the one who makes my wife miss me all day long, and refuses my attempts to stay, insisting on going back. He is indeed quite capable.

"What's the name of the weapon you're talking about?" Freya asked again.

"Musket."

"Is this musket really so powerful?" Layev XXIII was also curious about this.

On the contrary, Terenbei frowned and questioned: "Bray Gedef, are you sure you are not exaggerating? Ordinary people can threaten the knights, isn't that going to change the world!"

"Besides, what kind of weapon is this gun? You didn't make it clear." Lemy was also confused. "Is it a burning spear or a fire-breathing spear?"

"This is it."

After thinking for a while, Bray replied: "It looks like an iron rod on the outside. When used, it will make a loud noise and shoot lead pellets from the muzzle at high speed that can penetrate armor."

"It sounds like a long-range attack weapon. Is it an upgraded version of a crossbow?"

Talenbei's brows were still furrowed, he shook his head and said, "However, I still don't believe it can penetrate armor."

To him, this is too unreasonable. Knights and magicians are at the top of human combat power. How can ordinary people easily reach them?

"Can it penetrate the armor? You'll know if you witness it with your own eyes."

Freya turned to look at Bray and asked: "Bray Gedef, I wonder if you brought the real thing back?"

"I have brought it with me and have given it to the priests outside to take care of it." Bray responded, "In fact, Marquis Aisen is also interested in cooperating with our Holy Theocracy of Caleb, so he allowed me to bring the musket back."

Due to the previous assassination of the Pope by old-school people, Layev XXIII later set a rule that no one who came to meet him was allowed to enter the Central Cathedral with weapons.

Because of this, the muskets brought by mine were forced to be left outside and kept by others.

"In that case, let's go outside and have a look." Layev XXIII said.

A group of people came to an open space outside the church, and the group leader Orr was also lucky enough to come and see the power of the musket.

The target was an old armor brought directly from the warehouse and mounted on a thick wooden pole ten meters away.

Bray held a musket in his hand and explained in detail how to use the musket.

"...This is how to use it."

After saying that, he took out two paper bullets and showed them to everyone in the palm of his hand.

"The musket must be used with paper bullets containing black powder and lead shot to be effective. Unfortunately, I only brought two bullets back, so I could only shoot twice."

"I see."

Freya reached out and picked up a paper bullet, looked at it carefully, and then quickly opened it, revealing the lead shot and black powder wrapped inside.

"In my opinion, the most important thing about this musket is not the musket itself, nor the lead shot, but the black powder."

"Why do you say that?" Layev XXIII asked.

Picking up a handful of black powder, Freya put it to her nose and smelled it.

Maybe it was too smelly, so she showed a disgusted expression.

"This thing should be flammable and can be easily ignited by the sparks produced by flint, and then push the lead shot and send it out of the iron pipe." Freya turned to look at Bray, "Am I right?"

When asked this question, Bray was stunned.

He has never thought about the firing principle of the musket at all. Who knows if it is right!

"It should be...right."

"Okay." Telembe urged, "Hurry up and do it in practice once and let us see."

"OK."

Saved, Bray nodded quickly.

After loading the ammunition and shooting, Bray reminded everyone: "The sound may be a bit loud later, so please step back and be mentally prepared."

Next, everyone was startled by the sound of gunshots, and then they were even more surprised when they saw the holes in the armor.

Especially Terenbei, his eyes almost popped out.

"Sure enough, it is a very powerful weapon." Layev XXIII was full of praise.

Al on the side was also staring at the musket in Bray's hand, with a gloomy expression, probably because it had a serious impact on the Templar's status.

Freya patted Terenbei on the shoulder and whispered: "It seems that things are really going to change."

To strike while the iron is hot, Bray continued to introduce: "There is also an enlarged version of the musket in Border Guard Town, called an artillery. The power is even more exaggerated than what I just saw, and the range is further than the trebuchet of Red Sand Fortress, but it is a bit bulkier.

"

After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but take a breath of air.

The power of muskets is already so amazing, wouldn't artillery be about to go to the sky?

"Not only weapons, Bianzhu Town also produces a magical powder called cement. Just add water and sand and mix it into a gray mud, which can be used to fill the gap between two irregular stones. After a while, the mud will become

It is extremely strong, and the repair work of the northern city wall relied on it."

Bray said everything he thought was important.

"Oh?" Lemi narrowed his eyes slightly, "There is such an unheard-of thing."

Unexpectedly, after the accident the year before last, Bianzhu Town had undergone such great changes, which were astonishing.

I have to say that their lord, Marquis Aisen, is really capable.

"His Majesty the Pope."

Freya decisively suggested: "Since the Marquis of Essen is interested in cooperating with us, we might as well start cooperating with him."
Chapter completed!