Swindell and the craftsmen removed the cutting knife from the bottom of the sledgehammer, and then added a new hammer head to the sledgehammer.
There were ten small raised columns under the hammer head. The shape of these columns looked familiar, but Nolos couldn't tell where he had seen them before.
The machine tool also changed. Swindell replaced it with a longer bed board with ten sunken holes. Swindell calibrated it several times and found that there was no deviation. He re-fixed the machine tool and fixed the machine tool.
The small copper block was put into the small hole in the machine tool.
Reggie started the steam engine again, and the sledgehammer slowly rose and fell quickly. The small cylinder under the hammer head accurately smashed into the small hole in the machine tool. When the hammer head rose again, Reggie ordered the material to be withdrawn. Sven
Del pulled off the baffle under the machine tool, and ten "finished products" fell down.
Although Reggie did not allow the craftsmen to get close to the machine, Nolos couldn't help but rush forward. He picked up the "finished product" on the ground and looked at it for a long time while trembling.
The small copper block that was originally put in was pressed into the shape of a small bucket. The middle was empty, the outer wall was very uniform, and the length and diameter were just right.
This is a cartridge case, yes, it is a cartridge case! This machine made ten cartridge cases in an instant!
He understood the reason. The sledgehammer on the machine is like the hammer in the hand of the craftsman, the raised cylinder is the anvil in the hand of the craftsman, and the small copper block is the copper plate in the hand of the craftsman. This machine uses the craftsman's method.
The bullet casing was made, but it was much more dexterous than the workers' hands, and the bullet casing made was so beautiful.
"Swindell! Stuff!" Reggie ordered again.
Swindell was about to load the copper blocks, but Nolos got there first.
"Let me try, just once!"
Swindell put the copper block into the small hole, waited for the sledgehammer to fall, pulled out the partition, and ten more bullet casings fell to the ground.
Noros' heart blossomed among the falling bullet casings, and a series of snot bubbles hung on his face, blooming with colorful light under the scorching summer sun.
"My lord, what is the name of this great machine?"
"It's called a punch press. I found the technique for making it in an ancient book on Tuodao."
"Ancient books! The wisdom of our ancestors is so great!"
The craftsmen were cheering desperately, and some people knelt on the ground, piously worshiping this ancestor with extraordinary wisdom.
Swindell did not believe Reggie's words. He knew that this wisdom did not come from his ancestors, but from his crazy lord, a man even crazier than him.
Only he knows how much effort has been put into this punch press. The model given to Nolos was a test product made by him and Reggie. The small cylinder under the punch is called the punch, and the small round hole on the machine tool
It's called a concave die. According to Reggie's theory, the cartridge case can be manufactured by stamping using the ductility of copper and the hardness of the mold.
Even Swindell, who was so crazy, was unwilling to believe Reggie's nonsense, but under the orders of the lord, he and Reggie conducted seemingly impossible experiments again and again. First, the punching force was not strong enough.
The cartridge case cannot be formed and must be modified manually.
After it was driven by animal power, excessive deformation occurred because the depth of the die was too large. The die was re-corrected, and the thickness of the cartridge case was uneven because of the inappropriate size of the copper block... Various failures experienced during the experiment have remained to this day.
Still lingering before Swindell's eyes.
He had ridiculed Reggie in person, even smashed the mold and got angry at Reggie. But at this moment, he really wanted to tell Reggie one thing. Being able to serve Reggie was the greatest honor in his life.
Including the previous time for cutting the copper blocks, it took only three hours to process a total of 3,000 bullet casings with the punch.
"It can be faster," Noros shouted excitedly, "Actually, it can be faster!"
As a first-class craftsman, Nolos quickly discovered ways to improve efficiency, including filling, stamping, and unloading. The procedures are very simple. It only takes less than half a minute to process ten cartridge cases. The most time-wasting part is to use the cutter.
The process of changing to the mold, including calibration and fixing, takes more than half an hour. If you can cut out more copper blocks, you can only change the mold once a day, or...
"Or we don't need to change the mold at all!" Noros said to Reggie, "Sir, why don't we make a punch press again! One is specially used to cut copper blocks, and the other is specially used to make bullet casings!"
"The idea is good," Reggie sighed, "but it's a pity that we only have one steam engine."
"I can make another one. I still remember how to make this thing!" Nolos was excited for a long time, and suddenly there was a hint of gloom on his face. "Sir, according to the previous rules, there is a reward of three copper coins for each bullet made.
, but now that we have a punch press, will it..."
"Don't worry," Reggie said with a smile, "according to the old rules, not a single copper coin will be missing."
The greedy Nollos asked the workers to cast a thousand copper rods, and a total of 5,000 qualified bullets were produced that day. The craftsmen responsible for casting warheads, loading gunpowder and assembling bullets were held back.
According to this trend, once the craftsmen master the use of the machine, the daily output of bullets will exceed 10,000, which will give the soldiers the capital to waste ammunition wantonly.
Of course, this is also thanks to the large amount of bituminous coal purchased from the White Tower Country, otherwise Reggie would not be able to bear the huge consumption of the steam engine. Looking at the continuously running steam engine, Reggie was trying his best to restrain the joy in his heart, but Swindell was
Got another idea.
"Sir, I think this machine can not only be used for stamping, but also for drilling." Swindell drew a sketch. "I can cast a hard iron drill out of wavy ground and pig iron.
A steam engine drives an iron drill to drill holes much faster than melting elves."
Molten Elf Hurley was standing next to Reggie. He originally came to watch the excitement, but Swindell's words touched his nerves.
"Friend, I think I have never offended you," Hurley said with a fierce look, "Why do you want to ruin my job?"
"I didn't mean that," Swindell quickly explained, "I just wanted to give the lord a suggestion..."
This is human wisdom, this is the ability to draw parallels. Before Reggie could speak, Swindell had already thought of the milling machine.
Isn't it something to be proud of having such a smart bachelor?
Reggie turned around, smiled and said to Hurley: "No one can take your place. I have more important things for you to do."
Elves with superb skills should not be engaged in repetitive production work. Reggie is preparing a new experiment, and this experiment will completely subvert the direction of the war.
…
Reggie came to the watchtower and saw Chris taking a nap on a chair. During the time when Reggie was studying the punch press, he blocked Charlemagne's attack here more than a dozen times.
When he opened his eyes and saw Reggie, Chris cleared his throat and started complaining like a resentful woman.
"Look who this is? Isn't this Lord Reginald Victor, whom all people admire? Where did you get this elegance? Why do you come to our remote and deserted place? You should stay in Broken Snow City,
Continue to delve into the wisdom of the sages, and continue to accept the cheers and worship of your people!"
"I heard that the fighting in these two days was very tough, so I came here specially to take a look."
"Fighting?" Chris said with a bitter smile, "Do you still know that we are fighting? Seeing you fooling around with Swindell every day, I thought the war was over!"
"I'm not fooling around, I'm fighting in my own way."
Chris said with a sarcastic look: "Tell me, what specifically do you mean by your fighting style?"
"A large amount of bullets are delivered every day. Haven't you noticed that the soldiers have more ammunition?"
"Is it more sufficient?" Chris frowned. Although he was exposed to many new things in Broken Snow City, he was still living in the era of cold weapons and was not so sensitive to the stock of ammunition.
He knew that Reggie had designed a machine that could quickly produce bullet casings, but he felt that the number of bullets in the warehouse had not increased much because the consumption of bullets on the battlefield was so shocking.
There are 500 people in the third army equipped with muskets. Shattering Snow City will send 5,000 rounds of ammunition every day, and each soldier can get up to ten rounds. For ordinary soldiers, this number is barely enough, but for the soldiers in the sentry tower
For example, ten rounds of bullets are not worth mentioning at all. Once the sentry tower is under siege, the soldiers often consume hundreds of bullets. This is war. Regardless of population or resources, the fight is for family foundation. Improvement
Production efficiency can only maintain the balance between supply and demand.
"Battles don't happen every day. There will be more and more bullets, and there will be more and more everything." Reggie is still confident about the future.
"Not only will you have more and more things, Charlemagne will also have more." Chris pointed to the map and said, "Although the battle never stopped, the opponent only broke through the guard tower once, and was easily repelled by the third army.
,Guess, what’s the reason for this?”
"The other party didn't use their full strength."
"That's right," said Chris, "guess again, what is Charlemagne waiting for?"
"He is waiting for autumn, waiting for the autumn harvest of food."
"Not just food, but people, and gold coins." Chris is very familiar with the way the country operates. "The farmers have finished farming, and now they can recruit soldiers on a large scale, and offerings from all over the place should also be sent. Charlemagne has
We have food, people, and money, so be prepared, the decisive battle is about to begin."
"Don't worry in the north. I still believe in Sophia. The next battlefield is here."
"Is it really here? Isn't it in your factory?" Chris's complaint is not over yet.
"You make sense. Not only in the factory, but also in the farmland." Reggie took out a potato and handed it to Chris. "I brought some gifts for you. Try them. These are the potatoes that were just harvested.
."
"These are the potatoes you are so proud of. They look like horse dung eggs born in the soil... I also forgot that you actually poured excrement in the soil. Are you sure this thing is edible?"