Reggie tried his best to introduce the principles of the breech-loading cannon to Calaf. Calaff seemed to understand, and returned to his laboratory with Reggie's sketch.
Reggie let out a sigh of relief. Maybe Calaf can really create miracles, but how to solve the problem of materials?
With the current casting process, lacerations are inevitable. Perhaps we need to use Swindell's technology to find a new material to replace ordinary steel, just like the machete he made, but that thing has poor toughness.
It's a bit better, if you can adjust the proportion of the wave tail appropriately...
Reggie was thinking about the materials for making cannons, and a pair of strange eyes had been staring at him for a long time.
Reggie turned around and found Doranor's disciple, the problem baby Bella, looking at him.
"Hello, little girl," Reggie couldn't remember the child's name for a moment, "Why did you come to the hospital? Is Dolanor sick? Or are you sick?"
"Do you have to come to the hospital when you are sick? You can remember Dolanol, but why can't you remember my name? In your eyes, I am just an unknown little girl next to Dolanol, right?" Bei?
La was not used to answering other people's questions, so she immediately put Reggie into embarrassing mode with a series of rhetorical questions.
"It's not bad to come to the hospital occasionally...it's actually not bad. Have you had dinner?"
"Are you looking for something to talk about? In fact, you don't care at all whether I have had dinner, right? I am just a little witch who has not learned witchcraft, and you are a superior lord, you don't care about me at all
life and death, right?"
Reggie felt his chest heating up. He tried his best to keep the smile on his face and nodded, "What a cute kid."
"Stop saying those hypocritical words, you don't think I'm cute at all! No one likes me, and I don't need others to like me. I'm an honest person, so why should you be so hypocritical? What you just said is called recoil.
Things, in fact, you can't find a solution to the problem. You leave all the problems to the craftsman's energy and pretend to know everything. Don't you really feel ashamed of doing this? "
Under Bella's series of tortures, Reggie felt hot in his chest, his blood pressure rose, severe dizziness and the urge to vomit came one after another.
"You were injured by that recoil thing, right? Aren't you afraid that the craftsman elf will also be injured? You are an extremely selfish person, you know? You only think about your war, and you don't even care about it..."
The moment before Reggie was about to faint, Imma rushed in, picked up a ball of cotton, skillfully stuffed it into Bella's mouth, and then said with a gentle smile: "I didn't take good care of her.
, Doranor often leaves her at home, and this little girl always likes to run to the hospital. I don’t know why she likes this place so much.”
Reggie's face turned pale, but he still kept his smile. He used his last bit of strength to say: "How good, kid..." Then he tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep.
Imma carried Bella into the corridor, and Camila happened to come over. Bella, who was holding cotton in her mouth, looked at Camila with an aggrieved face, then turned her face and looked at Imma with extremely resentful eyes.
"Oh my god!" Camila gasped, "Didn't you let her into Reggie's ward?"
Imma said angrily: "How dare you ask me? I asked you to take a good look at this girl, why did you let her run out?"
"I endured her for nearly two hours. Who can withstand such torture? I have to come out for air! Besides, how could you use cotton to block her mouth? Don't you think it's too cruel? I
I told you a long time ago that her mouth should be sewn shut with thread!"
"That's easy for you to say. If you really sew her mouth shut, what do you want her to eat with?"
The two were quarreling, but Bella took the opportunity to escape. She took off the cotton in her mouth and got into Hurley's ward. The moment she saw Bella, Hurley immediately rushed off the bed and hid in the corner.
inside.
"Don't come here, don't come here!"
Bella slowly stepped forward and said: "It seems that you still remember me, and it seems that you also know what shame is. Are you awake, right? In fact, you have been awake for a long time, right? You have been escaping, right? You want to escape
Is the Lord's mission correct? Because of your incompetence, the Lord was injured. Do you feel guilty? A soldier lost an arm because of this. Do you ever feel remorse? The wind-riding elf you like was also there at the time
At the scene, if she was the one who was injured, would you still be able to live in this world shamelessly?"
"Ah ha ha ha!" Hurley laughed loudly all the way and rushed out of the hospital. Imma and Camila, who were quarreling, were stunned for a while, and it took them a long time to come back to their senses.
"God, what's going on?"
"What else can happen? It's Bella again! She just scared Hurley out of control the day before yesterday!"
"He just woke up!"
"I'll chase him, you go and find that blue herb in my room!"
"What's the use of that medicine? Can it cure Hurley?"
"You can't cure Hurley, but you can make Bella mute!"
"It's better that you go find the medicine. I'll go after Hurley. Don't be stingy with your medicine. Don't let her speak again!"
Hurley's speed was comparable to that of a galloping leopard, and Imma chased him all the way to the desolate land west of the city before finally giving up.
She has stayed in Broken Snow City for too long and has a natural fear of this desolate land.
What should we do? If Hurley disappears like this, how should he explain to Reggie?
"I should have listened to Camila and sewed up that dead girl's mouth a long time ago!" Imma shed tears as she walked, and the assistant beside her said, "Sir, do you really need to sew up her mouth?"
"What kind of stitches are there? Keep an eye on the door from now on, and don't allow her to step into the hospital!"
…
At noon the next day, Swindell, who had just gotten up, walked out of the door and was about to start the day's experiments, but found Hurley sleeping at his door, covered in mud and water.
"Oh my God, my friend, what's wrong with you, what happened?"
Hurley opened his eyes and smiled at Swindell: "Magister, you finally came out. Did you know that it rained heavily last night? It rained really hard! I wanted to knock on your door, but I was afraid.
Scared your kids."
"My children don't live here. I still have a house in the east of the city."
"If I had known this was the case, I wouldn't have had to wait so long!" Hurley always had a strange smile on his face, which made Swindell a little nervous.
"My friend, are you okay?"
"Not good!" Swindell shook his head and said, "I'm not good at all. I'm a shameless and incompetent person."
"What happened?"
"A lot of things happened, which one should I start with?" Hurley was silent for a while, then suddenly said with a face of surprise, "By the way, let's talk about this first. Do you know me?"
"Uh..." Swindell was a bit dumbfounded, "Of course I know you, you are weapons engineer Hurley."
"Yes, engineer, I am an engineer. This is the honor given to me by the Lord. What a great honor! But I don't deserve this honor. I really don't deserve it." Hurley, who had been laughing all the time, suddenly cried.
, crying with tears running down his face, "You know, I'm just an incompetent and shameless waste!"
"What's wrong with you? Don't stand here, come to my house, let's have a cup of hot milk together, okay?" Swindell supported Hurley, he was worried that the poor young man would go into shock at any time.
"I don't need milk," Hurley suddenly stopped crying, "I need your help, Magister, I need you, otherwise I will lose the courage to live."
…
Reggie was half lying on the hospital bed and continued to draw the design of the artillery. He felt that what he did yesterday was too hasty. The breech-loading artillery was very complicated. At least he had to provide Calaf with enough ideas before he could complete the design of the artillery.
design.
Two slots are left on the bracket as a sliding space for the gun barrel. This is not difficult for Khalaf. The key is how to stop the sliding gun barrel. This is the key to technology.
Simply using friction will definitely not work. If the slot is made too rough, it will cause serious wear and tear on the equipment, and it will not play a buffering role. The bracket will also move with the barrel.
Using springs is a good idea. When Reggie designed the punch press, he used a spring-made braking device.
However, the impact of gunpowder is much greater than that of a steam engine, so it would be difficult to produce such a tough spring using current technology.
Reggie thought about it all morning, feeling dizzy and unable to find a reasonable answer. It was not until noon that Edwina came to visit him, and Reggie's mood improved a little.
"The wheat harvest has been completed. The slaves did a great job. Only less than thirty people failed to complete the task. The rest successfully harvested two thousand pounds of grain." Wenna handed the account to Reggie, "Submit it."
The rent went very smoothly, and it only took the slaves two days to hand over 30% of the harvest. As for the transactions they made in private, I didn't bother to ask."
The private transactions Wen Na mentioned were the land rented to slaves by the old residents of Broken Snow City. Now they have been promoted to the aristocracy and are enjoying a happy life of getting something for nothing.
"What do you want to do with the remaining grain? Everyone has at least more than a thousand pounds of surplus grain, and they can't finish it."
"Like potatoes, eight copper coins per pound are levied."
"The old residents have no problem, and they don't want to leave too much food behind. It's just that the slaves are not easy to deal with. You know how much food means to them."
"If they don't want to hand it over, there's no need to force them. Don't call them slaves anymore. They are the new residents of Broken Snow City."
"You are so generous," Wen Na said with a smile, "Viscount Victor, do you know how much food is stored in Broken Snow City now?"
"I guess that number will give me some surprises."
"Including your potatoes, the total is 37 million pounds. At least in my opinion, this number is worthy of surprise."
"Muhahaha!" Reggie laughed for a while. After working hard for a whole year, Reggie finally saw a solid family background. "When the war is over, Shattered Snow City will become a paradise!"
Wen Na sighed and said: "As a former lord, I am really ashamed of myself. Zhilin City has never been so rich. But when it comes to war, Chris has been a little anxious recently. He may have something important to tell you.
.”
Reggie pouted and said, "Since he has something to tell me, why doesn't he come to see me?"
Wen Na smiled and said: "Seeing how you look now, I'm afraid he will cry in distress."
"Is Charlemagne attacking again?"
"Charlemagne is very quiet, but the fighting at sea is very lively. Our navy has suffered a lot. The Golden Eagle is attacking crazily. Now you only have four warships left."
Reji risked his life to snatch fifteen warships from the Golden Eagle Kingdom, but now only four are left. It would be false to say that he doesn't feel distressed. Apart from feeling distressed, Reggie also feels the huge disparity in the navy.
He has the best orc warriors and the best falcon warships, but this does not mean that he has higher capital than the Golden Eagle Kingdom. This gap has accumulated for hundreds of years, and it is the Golden Eagle Kingdom that has won the war through nearly a hundred years of war.
Capital accumulated at sea.
If Reggie hadn't owned the musket, the situation would have been even worse. Reggie immediately called Chris to discuss the next step with him.
"Send all the warships to Camel Island, where the coastline and port are more suitable for warship defense."
"What should we do in Shattered Snow City?" Chris asked, "If the enemy attacks our dock, what can we do?"
"There is no other way. Wait for the enemy to land and fight with them!"
Chris said solemnly: "I'm not worried about the Golden Eagle Kingdom. I'm worried about Charlemagne. If his troops choose to land at sea, we may face thousands or even tens of thousands of enemies."
"Recruit civilians, give them generous rewards, and let them build guard towers near the dock." Reggie held up a map and circled several locations. "This is our most difficult time, and we must get through it no matter what."