The mixing of gunpowder is a precise process. Since Eski does not have measuring instruments on Earth, it is all the rat people's standards, and there is no concept of one liter or one kilogram.
The ability to measure the size of these two cannons at 120 mm can only be determined by relying on the eyes that Tzeentch had influenced at the beginning.
However, it was only now that the engineering warlocks noticed an important issue. How did Tzeentch know how much one forty-millionth of the earth's meridian was?
Is there another Earth in this world? Or should we say that one 40 millionth of the meridian of this planet is also one meter?
If it is the former, it means that I may need to attack Holy Terra in the future. If it is the latter, I may have to regard this planet as the Earth in parallel time and space.
While thinking about this, the engineering wizard took out a brass scale and placed a weight on one end. It weighed about a quarter of a Skaven ounce. This was what Eski could get at the moment.
The smallest weight.
Weigh out a quarter of an ounce of high-purity warpstone powder and pour it into the belt.
He counted out exactly 61 nut-shaped granules of gunpowder, mixed them evenly in the bag by hand-cranking, and then packed them into the barrel and compacted them with a pressure rod.
However, the loading speed is still too slow for the engineering warlock alone.
Esky barked dissatisfiedly at the clan rats waiting below. Several clan rats who had been briefly trained in the past few days finally joined the process of preparing gunpowder and pressing powder.
More than a dozen rats worked together, and finally completed loading the two cannons within two minutes.
Although it is more than twice as slow as the reloading speed of humans in the 19th century, it is already excellent for a rat trying to reload for the first time.
"Be more agile with your hands and feet."
Esky shouted, even though he himself was not very fast.
It's just that the reloading speed, which is slower than that of a battleship, is really unbearable for him.
The last time he loaded the "Dimensional Bomb Cannon", it took ten minutes to load one round, but the aftereffects of the cannon were so good that he could ignore this kind of thing.
This time it was different. Although he still carved some runes on the cast-iron cannonballs, the killing power of this thing was not much stronger than ordinary solid bullets.
We also need to consider the subsequent recoil and return the artillery to its position. Can this kind of shelling really have any effect?
The engineer had doubts about his own judgment.
Just as they were busy inside and outside, the rats below became quiet.
Eski looked up at the still empty place in the distance and felt palpitations, as if something was coming.
It was quiet, as if everyone had stopped their body functions. They could not hear breathing, the sound of paws rubbing against the ground, or the sound of tail slapping the ground.
The rats stared quietly at the end of the passage, knowing that another rat suddenly appeared there.
It was a guy with brown fur, with bloodstains and wounds on his body. The fabric on his body was in tatters, but it could still be seen that he was a clan rat from the Baoyi clan.
He rushed towards the dense formation of rat men like crazy, as if he wanted to escape from something.
However, this was obviously not a good idea. The moment he approached the Skaven army formation, his life was immediately ended by more than a dozen spears pierced from the three rows in front.
The rats did not emit any smell of fear, but instead filled the entire passage with the smell of battle.
This is the inevitable reaction of the rats when there is no way out and other rats are crowded around them.
After that, a few scattered rat-men collapsed again, but this time, they were not as lucky as the former - at least the former could fall under the sword of their own people.
The deformed monsters climbed on the walls like apes, and quickly knocked down these unfortunate people like shadows.
Then they ate their compatriots under the watchful eyes of the Skaven.
The Skaven don't feel anything about this, and many times they will do what the ghouls do.
However, with the arrival of flesh-eating monsters and other undead monsters, the undead energy became more and more intense throughout the space. This energy seemed to oppress everyone's heart, making the Skaven feel difficulty breathing.<
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This huge energy is not just caused by an army of dead people.
There is only one possibility.
That is, the master of the skeletons has come in person.
The fluffy corpse that fell to the ground had been chewed into tattered pieces of flesh and bone by the ghouls.
They looked greedily at the army formation of the rats, as if they were looking at more fluffy meals.
However, all these desires had to give way to the same great existence. They retreated, or in other words, respectfully guarded the land outside the passage, as if to welcome something.
With the sound of a large number of footsteps, first the skeletons entered the passage, and countless skeletons wearing bronze armor poured into the passage, silently and neatly approaching the rat-men's front step by step.
The paws of the second row of spear clan rats became increasingly unstable, and their right paw was already trying to touch the mace on their waist.
In past wars, bludgeoning weapons have been proven to be more effective than stabbing weapons.
However, as the character behind the skeleton appeared, it immediately abandoned this idea.
It was a moving green fire cloud, and the green flames wrapped around the humanoid object, leaving only the eyes that were burning and glowing like dimensional stones.
Nagash during war.
Esky looked into Nagash's eyes through the observer, and his uneasiness reached its peak.
No, I have to do something.
The engineer thought.
"Aim, aim, prepare to fire."
Esky yelled at the clan rats, but for a moment, no clan rats dared to move.
Nagash felt the sight, the caster's sight.
He could feel that there were two mages present, the one observing him was weaker, and the other was stronger.
It doesn't matter, no matter how powerful the rats are, they can't compare to the greatest necromancer in history.
A faint green light appeared in Nagash's hand, and a large amount of magical wind and Dal energy gathered in his hand.
The two cannonballs engraved with solid and cursed runes were pushed hard into the barrels by Esky and were compacted hard.
Then he pointed the artillery's simple sight in Nagash's direction.
The engineer warlock slapped the barrel, and the green runes lit up instantly, and green sparks flashed at the bottom of the barrel.
This green electric spark immediately ignited the gunpowder in it. The high pressure and high heat caused the warpstone to bloom its essence. Green flames with the smell of warpstone spurted out from the muzzle, along with the burned red square cannonballs.
flew forward.
This is a test firing to test how much the minimal incorporation of warpstone can improve the performance of the artillery.
Obviously, Esky's luck is not good enough.
Although the cannonball did not fall into the friendly military formation, it also did not hit Nagash.
Only two cannonballs can be seen among the undead, leaving two empty passages.
Blackened skeletons are scattered among the gaps, and broken, rotten limbs are spread everywhere on the ground.
Although it looked spectacular in the world, Eski estimated that he had killed about sixty or seventy corpses.
For this little result, it was obvious that he attracted Nagash's attention.