Charlemagne saw Alice with a scarred face and a frightened Spindu, and he could already guess what happened.
"The scars on my Prime Minister, Baron Windsor, were not caused by you, were they?"
"Yes, yes, it was she who used witchcraft to attack me first..." In a panic, Spindu used the most disgusting method to defend himself.
"Shameless!" Alice interrupted him directly, "It was you who broke into the castle with your soldiers and injured me and my disciples."
"I'm here to stop you from destroying our trophies, which are the trophies that soldiers paid for with their blood!"
"I did this to fight Reggie Victor!"
Charlemagne frowned and said: "Baron Windsor, when did you destroy that weapon?"
Alice whispered: "Two days ago."
"Why did you do that?" Charlemagne was really angry. "The chief warlock is planning to study how to use that weapon."
"The Chief Warlock is powerless against that weapon," Windsor said. "That weapon is fused with Reggie Victor's witchcraft. I must destroy that weapon in order to counter Reggie Victor!"
Conrad smiled and said: "Your Majesty, Baron Windsor is telling the truth. Just two days ago, Reggie Victor made a new type of weapon, but was injured by that weapon. His life and death are still unknown."
After speaking, Conrad handed over a letter. Charlemagne finished reading the letter and stared at Conrad for a long time: "Chief Maester, have you planted spies in Shattered Snow City as well?"
Conrad nodded and said: "Last month, I bribed one of the guards around Reggie."
"Since you planted a spy, why didn't you tell me in advance? I could at least verify the stupid intelligence brought by the Prime Minister!"
Charlemagne was a little dissatisfied with Conrad. In his opinion, this old guy always did something without telling him. But his words hurt Spindu again and made Spindu feel like a clown.
Serving as the backdrop and laughing stock for everyone.
"Your Majesty, he is just a guard," Conrad looked at Spindu with a mocking smile, "Secrets like Reggie Victor's exhaustion of witchcraft are not something that people of his class can receive.
news."
Spindu's face turned redder, and it seemed that Conrad was going to use this opportunity to embarrass him.
Charlemagne didn't want to dwell on this matter for too long. He was more concerned about Reggie's current situation.
"Baron Windsor, is Reggie Victor still alive?"
"As far as I know, he should still be alive," Alice gritted her teeth and looked at Spindu. "I could have killed him, but the Prime Minister ruined my ceremony!"
Spindu said nothing. At this point, he had lost the chance to defend himself.
"Baron Windsor, I appreciate your efforts," Charlemagne finally smiled at Alice, "I hope you can continue to fight until I receive the news of Reggie Victor's death."
Alice knelt on her knees and said: "I am willing to give everything for you, my Majesty, but..."
"Is there any difficulty, Lord Windsor?"
"Because the Prime Minister ruined the ceremony and caused me to miss the best opportunity, Reggie Victor is already on guard against me. If he is lucky enough to survive this time, I am afraid it will be difficult for me to find another chance to kill him."
Conrad looked at Spindu and sighed: "Prime Minister, I really don't understand why you want to help our enemies at this time?"
"This is so shameless and vicious..." Spindu looked at Conrad with red eyes. Making accusations against others was the Prime Minister's best method. He didn't expect that this damn old guy would use it on him today.
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Charlemagne remained calm. He knew that Spindu was an incompetent fool, but this fool would never do anything to collaborate with the enemy. He also knew that Alice had been wronged, and that Conrad wanted to make a big fuss out of this matter.
, now we should find a way to appease this witch and this bad old man.
"Viscount Windsor, in view of your outstanding performance, I will grant you a new title. From today on, you will become a lifelong Viscount of the kingdom. You will receive a wider fief and more people."
The title is still lifelong, which means that Alice's descendants still cannot inherit her title.
But she has become a Viscount, and this honor is enough to illuminate the entire Windsor family.
Alice knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, I hope you will dedicate everything and have no regrets in this life."
Conrad is still waiting for his reward, so Charlemagne will naturally not treat him badly.
"Chief Bachelor, I have seriously considered your suggestion. Narses has been in the army for ten years and he has become an excellent general. I will immediately draft a document and appoint Narses as a general from today on.
, let Narses temporarily take over the duties of General Andrew."
"Thank you for your gift!" Conrad knelt on the ground tremblingly and saluted Charlemagne.
This result satisfied everyone except Prime Minister Spencer.
Being ridiculed in public was not a big deal, and failing to secure the position of commander for his son was not the worst outcome. Now being framed as a collaborator, this was a crime that would bring about the demise of the Spindu family.
Everyone left, and Charlemagne left Spindu alone.
"Your Majesty, please believe me. I just want to get back that precious trophy. I have absolutely no dealings with Reggie Victor..." Spindu, who was kneeling on the ground, burst into tears.
"Don't cry, my Prime Minister. I believe you will not collaborate with the enemy," Charlemagne smiled. "Things on the battlefield are not suitable for you, and I'm afraid it is not suitable for your son. You should do something within your ability, collect military rations."
how's it going?"
"Those damn lords refused to pay the grain. I have compiled a list of them and are waiting for you to severely punish them at the next meeting..."
Before he finished speaking, Charlemagne kicked Spindu to the ground: "Idiot! I'm asking you how much food you have requisitioned!"
"Currently, we have collected between 100,000 and 170,000 pounds..."
"One hundred and seventy thousand pounds?" Charlemagne squinted at Spindu, "I asked you to raise an army of twenty thousand people, but you only raised one hundred and seventy thousand pounds of grain?"
Spindu trembled and said: "We don't have that many at the moment..."
"There aren't that many soldiers yet, right?" Charlemagne suddenly realized, "I forgot, how many soldiers have you recruited?"
"Three, more than three thousand four hundred..."
Charlemagne kicked Spindu again. From the moment he heard the number three thousand, Spindu was destined to be beaten.
Until Charlemagne was tired of fighting, he gave Spindu a final mission: "Within a month, I want to see two million pounds of grain and 20,000 soldiers. If I don't see it, I will find someone else."
Come be my Prime Minister."
Spindu stumbled out of the meeting hall. Charlemagne wiped the blood on his shoes and sighed: "This idiot, why should I let this idiot be my prime minister? Why are there idiots like him everywhere in the kingdom?"
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Charlemagne wanted to replace a group of ministers with more achievements, but Sophia warned him that ministers who were too good would often become a threat to the king, and loyal fools would become the king's right-hand man.
Spindu is probably such a loyal idiot. If he hadn't destroyed Alice's spell, Reggie Victor might have turned into a corpse.
"Are you still alive?" Charlemagne gently stroked the broken snow city on the map, "I really hope you are dead. For the sake of God, please let me receive news of your death as soon as possible!"
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Reggie was not dead. He was very lucky. The broken shrapnel got stuck on his sternum and did not damage his heart or other important organs.
But even so, in this era, such injuries are fatal. Thanks to Imma and Camila's careful treatment, Reggie was out of danger within two days.
Reggie, who had lost too much blood, was very weak. Coupled with the blow from the cannon's explosion, he felt a lot depressed. He asked Calaf and Swindell to collect the remains of the cannon and carefully analyze the cause of the explosion.
The analysis results came out quickly. There were two reasons, one was due to the material and the other was due to the process.
There were internal cracks in the iron pillar cast by Noros. It was not visible from the outside, nor was it visible during milling. However, when the propellant of the cannonball was activated, these small cracks turned into fatal injuries, and the fragile barrel was not damaged.
Withstanding the pressure, it was blown to pieces in an instant.
There are also problems with the breech base and hammer made by Khalaf. Although he used various methods to repeatedly reinforce it, all the parts behind the breech were blown apart. Khalaf has not found the reason yet. He can only
In the midst of guilt and self-blame, I reflect on my own incompetence and stupidity.
After listening to Calaf's description, Reggie understood the reason. The laceration problem was not Nolos's fault. The iron pillar with a diameter of nearly 20 centimeters must not only ensure accuracy but also ensure uniformity. This has reached the casting technology of this era.
To the limit, some lacerations and defects are inevitable.
As for the parts behind the gun barrel, this has nothing to do with Khalaf's craftsmanship. It is purely a design flaw of Reggie. The gun is not a large musket. Reggie ignored an important factor in the design process, the recoil of the gun barrel.
If this is a cannon fixed to the ground with cement, the recoil force can be absorbed directly by the rigidity of the ground.
If this is a mobile artillery on wheels, it doesn't matter. After firing one shot, the cannon can move back by itself, fire another shot, and aim again.
But Reggie's design was neither fixed on the ground nor equipped with wheels. Instead, the cannon was supported on the ground with a bracket, and a huge hammer was installed on the back with screws. This would undoubtedly turn the recoil into a terrible disaster.
In addition, the soldiers responsible for the test firing also suffered severe burns. This involves another problem, the serious leakage of high-temperature gas. The artillery designed by Reggie has no sealing performance, and the rear of the barrel is completely open.
Just like a musket, after firing the bullet, the hammer will automatically block the barrel. However, this poor sealing cannot meet the requirements of the artillery. A large amount of high-temperature and high-pressure gas will not only endanger the safety of soldiers, but also seriously affect the artillery.
The power of.
Reggie wanted to build a relatively advanced breech-loaded cannon, but in fact, his lack of mechanical knowledge only allowed him to create a four-dimensional cannon.
I do know some methods to overcome recoil, such as hydraulic repressors, but there are no hydraulic devices in this world.
There is also a muzzle brake. Reggie knows the principle of this thing, but does not know the specific process.
As for the sealing, it may be possible to change the position of the excitation device, place it under the breech or inside the breech, and let it slide on the bracket along with the breech. But how can this be achieved?
Reggie's head almost wanted to explode. Kalaf blinked his eyes as bright as stars and asked: "Sir, what are you worried about? Can I help you?"
"I'm afraid not, because I really don't know..."
Wait, the crystallization of wisdom from later generations is great, but it may not be the only way out.
What you don't know is that you don't know, and it's futile to break your scalp.
Maybe Kalaf can think of his own method. He is a craftsman elf, he is the real expert. He may be able to use other methods to give the results he wants.
Reggie drew a sketch of the artillery on the parchment, pointed at the drawing and said: "If a cannonball flies out of the muzzle, the barrel will retreat. Did you know?"
Kalaf thought for a while and suddenly realized: "I know, I know why my hammer was blown apart. It wasn't blown apart, it was knocked apart, right? This is the conservation of momentum you taught me!
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"Muhahaha, you are really my good student! Muha ha ha ha ha~" Reggie laughed so loudly that he almost broke the wound on his chest.
"Now, I need you to help me think of a way to allow the cannon to retreat freely without damaging the cannon. For example, you can fix the bracket of the cannon, but the cannon can retreat, and it will have to withstand a certain amount of force during the retreat.
Resistance, the resistance cannot be too large, otherwise the bracket will not be able to bear it, and it cannot be too small, otherwise the gun barrel will move too far..."