After everything had settled, Tang Mo knew that this war was truly over. The Spring Festival had passed, and the weather was not as cold as before.
Tang Mo was also very busy in the remaining days. He was busy collecting the slaves who were escorted back, and was busy arranging accommodation, food and work for them.
Then he was busy expanding his troops, expanding the existing one battalion of soldiers to two battalions.
Just because of the shortage of manpower, his expansion this time is basically equivalent to adding about 100 troops.
It seems that Tang Mo now has two battalions in his possession, but in fact one of the battalions is just a shelf, with only a command structure but no soldiers to support it.
After all, Bunas is still too small, and it seems unable to support Tang Mo's endless expansion. Compared with the scale of Bunas as a whole, the current Datang Group seems to be larger in scale and volume...
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Because today's Datang Group has swallowed up almost half of Bunas: the industry here, the population here, and even the officials here are all running the big factory in Tangmo.
The last day of January in the 114th year of the Wright Kingdom has passed. On the morning of the first day of February, when Tang Mo walked out of his room and was about to have breakfast, the Silver Fox Tavern sent him a piece of news that concerned him.
The kingdom's envoys are inspecting some towns and cities around Bunas, and have dismissed and replaced many officials on charges of dereliction of duty and corruption.
This news was also clearly compared to other places, and it was found that this time the kingdom seemed to be just rectifying the administration in the direction of Bunas.
"This is interesting." Tang Mo took this information and narrowed his eyes: "After all this, are you finally going to target me?"
He knew that this kind of thing would happen sooner or later, and even felt that Cyric's reaction was a little too slow. Now that they had lost a game and were in a head-on conflict, Tang Mo was no longer afraid of the giant Cyric.
After all, if the opponent uses violence, it might lead to a civil war in the Wright Kingdom, and the one who makes Cyric take action is Beiling's 3,000-strong iron army that has gradually grown to a large scale!
It's still the same old problem. Once Northridge is really affected, who will stop Fishereau's 1,500 Northridge regiment from moving south?
At this point, Cyric needs to solve not just one problem, but two problems in two directions.
One is Beiling, who has a big tail and is out of control; the other is mysterious Bunas, who always seems to be shrouded in a layer of fog.
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Giese was sitting in his office, and lying on the desk in front of him was a Datang K1 fast gun.
The gun looked a bit old, with some bump marks on it, and even blood stains that could not be cleaned were vaguely visible in one of the lines.
Today, Beiling is equipped with more than 3,000 Down's K1 fast guns. With Cyric's influence and financial resources, it is not that difficult to find a way to obtain such a weapon.
During this month, Cyric has not been idle. The first thing they need to figure out is what exactly helped Beiling win this war!
You must know that there are only 1,500 soldiers in Beiling, and these 1,500 soldiers miraculously swept through the 15,000 Susas troops, beating the enemy to pieces, and finally had to humiliate and sue for peace.
It was impossible for this kind of thing to happen before, but this impossibility has really happened. Various signs indicate that the weapons in the hands of the troops in Beiling are much better than the Cyric flintlocks!
The war can be lost, and even the Kingdom of Susus can easily give up and sell it for a good price, but what Cyric cannot tolerate the most is a weapon that is better than the weapons they produce appearing on the battlefield!
Therefore, they tried their best to take advantage of the fact that Fisherow had just swallowed up a large area south of the Bingjing River and the management could not keep up for a while. They found a loophole and obtained Tang Qisheng's needle gun.
In the quiet room, there was a row of anxious craftsmen standing. They lowered their heads and did not even dare to look at Giss who was sitting in his seat.
"This is a breech-loading gun..." Geese stroked the mottled marks on the second-hand needle gun with his hand, and said to himself without even looking at the craftsmen.
He opened the bolt of the gun, looked at the sharp and slender firing pin inside, squinted his eyes and frowned, as if he wanted to see it more clearly.
He picked up a matching paper-cased fixed-loading ammunition from the table, stuffed it into the chamber of the gun, and pushed the bolt: "Do you remember what you said?"
The craftsman standing on the far left was shaking like chaff, and quickly defended: "I have tried countless methods! Sir, you have seen it!"
Moving the muzzle of the gun away, Giese stared at the leader of the craftsmen coldly: "That's right, a few months ago, you swore to me that a breech-loading gun would be impossible."
"Yes..." The head craftsman almost knelt on the ground and admitted with a cry.
Giese pointed the gun at the opponent again, his tone was still cold, and his tone became higher and higher with his questioning: "But now, this gun is placed in front of me... Fisherow used
This thing defeated ten times the Sussian forces! And you! Tell me it couldn't have been produced!"
"Sir..." The head craftsman still wanted to speak.
"Bang!" The sound of gunfire interrupted his words, and an unpleasant smell of gunpowder smoke filled the originally clean office.
"Shut up!" Facing the body that was lying on the ground and still twitching slightly, Geese scolded disdainfully: "Do you know how much money you took from Cyric? 300 gold coins a year! But you failed.
Got this money!"
As he spoke, he pulled the bolt of the gun and carefully, as if playing with it, cleaned the barrel of the gun with a brush: "It's really... a good gun!"
"Sir, sir! I've seen the design of this thing! It's really not difficult! We can also imitate it! It can be imitated!" After taking a look at the corpse lying at his feet, the second craftsman quickly spoke and assured.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Putting the second paper-cased fixed-loading bullet into the gun chamber, Geese pushed the bolt, jumped over the man with the opening, and aimed
Asked the third craftsman: "He said it can be copied. It's not difficult. What about you?"
"Sir, sir..." The third craftsman immediately knelt on the floor. He cried and explained: "We, dozens of craftsmen, analyze the bullets used in this thing."
"Everything else is not difficult. Rolling paper, gunpowder, warheads... we can actually make them, but... no one knows the ingredients of the thing in the middle, it... we don't even know what it is...
"The craftsman tried hard to describe the flash cap invented by Tang Mo.
Sometimes reverse engineering can be used, but sometimes it is not so easy to use. At least Cyric's craftsmen can't figure out how something like mercury fulminate is made.
They can't just lick it, nod confidently like the sommelier, and then write down the ingredients and production steps on paper? Well, the vintage is 82, distilled, stirred instead of shaken...
"Bang!" The second gunshot rang out, and the craftsman who was kneeling on the ground fell backwards and hit the floor with a muffled thud.
"Click!" Giese pulled the bolt of the gun and looked at the men standing next to him.
The man understood the situation and walked over and pushed open the glass window. A chill immediately rushed into the house, and the fire in the fireplace burned even more intensely.
The gunpowder smoke that filled the room was blown away by the cold wind. At this time, Keith continued to load the Down syndrome K1 fast gun: "It is simply perfect...the firing rate is faster and the loading is easier."
"I heard that... the count's personal guards and his officers... are also equipped with a new pistol that can shoot continuously?" He blew on the barrel of the gun, stuffed the bullets in, and pushed the bolt to take aim.
The fourth craftsman asked: "Huh?"
"I swear!" The craftsman swallowed his saliva and did not dare to look at the blood that had flowed to the side of his shoes. He reluctantly said: "Please... don't kill me..."
"I still remember there was a dwarf...what was his name...what was he?" Geese pointed a gun at him, trying hard to recall the almost forgotten name.
"Matthews..." The craftsman who was pointed at a gun finally reminded him with his eyes closed.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the craftsman fell down.
"Yes! Matthews!" Keith raised his head and looked at the fifth craftsman: "You said Matthews was crazy! But now what he said has come true! So it's not that Matthews is crazy, but
You are the ones who are crazy...right?"
As he spoke, he continued to pull the bolt: "If I hadn't believed you at that time, but kicked you out, wouldn't it be... that there wouldn't be this failure today?"
He gritted his teeth with hatred. After completing the loading, he shot the fifth craftsman down with another shot without waiting for an explanation.
"Get Matthews back! Tell him that I will give him 400 gold coins a month! Let him lead someone to imitate this rifle!" Giese finally stopped loading, laid the rifle across his desk, and said fiercely
He ordered harshly.
"But... Sir, no one knows where he went..." a subordinate reminded in a low voice.
"Find out as soon as possible what the ignition device here is... As long as we figure this out, we can imitate this new type of weapon!" Giese looked at the rifle in front of him, his eyes filled with light: "The whole world has
We need to change our clothes... This will be Cyric's opportunity! As long as we seize this opportunity, we... will reach an unprecedented height!"
"An order for millions of new weapons... Hahahaha! Hahahahaha!" He laughed maniacally, his laughter mixed with the smoke billowing in the room, brushing against the corpses that had begun to cool.
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Long Ling is preparing a manuscript, and something broke out recently...well, internal news...
