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"The construction of the train has not been completed yet, the great lord..."

Galt replied awkwardly.

However, Rhodes had already guessed this result. If such a powerful weapon could be built in a short time, it would be unbelievable. It would be no different from cheating. It's a pity that he is not a mechanical engineering major, otherwise he could have done more.

To contribute, Rhodes sighed secretly.

However, what the mage said next shocked everyone present...

"But if you must use it, you can barely do it..."

Galt scratched his somewhat bald head and said hesitantly——

"I borrowed the dwarf's helicopter for the power unit. I bought a retired bomber that was damaged in the war, modified its engine and installed it on the head of the train as the driving device of the train. As for the fuel, my research has made a lot of progress.

With some progress, coal water can be used instead of alcohol, which solves the battery life problem."

"As for the train carriages that the great lord mentioned before... I plan to use wooden carriages instead of iron carriages. The mass of wood is much smaller than that of iron or other metals, and the hardness is pretty good. Without encountering

In the event of an enemy attack, wooden carriages are sufficient for ordinary road sections. Moreover, the materials are much cheaper."

"That means you put together a 'train' from all the parts?"

Rhodes couldn't hold back his excitement and asked eagerly. No matter what method Galt used, as long as there was a vehicle that could drag the carriage on the track, it would be of epochal significance.

"It's almost like this..."

Geert looked at each other and replied.

Unexpectedly, the dwarf engineer on the side made a dissatisfied question——

"You actually dismantled a helicopter to make this thing? That thing is still a weapon after it is decommissioned! It is not your workhorse!"

"But I bought it, and everything on it belongs to me."

Gelt's answer left the dwarf speechless for a moment...

Rhodes stood up at the right time and defended the mage——

"Merlin, everything needs to be viewed dialectically. Do you know what the Empire's steam tanks were used for in the first place?"

The dwarf engineer shook his head.

"When the first steam tank was designed, it was a large vehicle for transporting goods."

Rhodes said with a serious face. Even though the people around him showed expressions of surprise and disbelief, Rhodes remained unmoved and continued -

"At that time, a steam tank was not called a tank because it was not equipped with a gun barrel or a metal shell. It was simply a large truck powered by steam, used to transport heavy objects. You must know that some of them were too heavy.

The cargo cannot be hauled by packhorses alone."

"Later, people discovered that if artillery was mounted on this steam engine truck, it would be able to achieve mobile firepower and make up for the artillery unit's poor mobility."

Rhodes cleared his throat and continued——

"Later, people suddenly thought that since the power was sufficient, why not add a metal shell to the cart to protect the heavy weapons and soldiers? So, the prototype of the steam tank appeared. So,

The identity of a machine is not absolute. In certain periods, it may be just a commercial item. In certain periods, it may transform into a war machine, or even become a symbol of the glory of a kingdom. Today, we

Everyone knows what the steam tank means to the empire, but tracing its origins, you will find that this guy was not an important weapon to protect the country from the beginning."

Rhodes' eloquent explanation made everyone confused. This was the first time for many people to hear about the history of steam tanks...

Of course, only Rhodes knew that this story was simply made up by him on the spur of the moment, in order to fool and convince the stubborn dwarf in front of him. The development of the railway requires the full cooperation of dwarves and Gelts, and there cannot be any big conflicts between them at this time.

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Death Valley.

When Talinnam opened his bloody eyes, the world around him was dark, and a strong putrid smell surrounded him, making him feel suffocated.

Where am I? The underworld? There is no light, no living things, no breath of life, only endless darkness and death, and my body seems to have no consciousness. This feels like the nightmare I had when I was alive, darkness and death.

Death follows them everywhere, and the only thing visible is a dilapidated church and the relatives who have deformed and rotted.

But now, he couldn't even see the church, but there were a lot of dead bodies, densely packed, pressing him down. Death turned out to be like this, so tortured, without any strength to move, he could only endure the erosion of the decaying air.

Talinnam thought like this, but something seemed wrong. If this was death, why did he vaguely remember everything that happened not long ago? The flood of green-skinned orcs, the desperate struggling human soldiers, and the last moments that followed him

Twelve heroic knights who entered the herd.

Everything is still vivid in my mind.

Talinnam tried to raise his arms, but his shoulders and hands were pressed against the heavy corpse. The corpse's leather armor had been torn. Talinnam could feel that his hands were buried in a pile of rotten flesh and coagulated blood.

Wrap the back of your hands.

Overhead, there seemed to be the sound of wild beasts gnawing carrion from time to time. It was unclear whether it was a vulture, a scavenger bird, or some other beast.

Are you still alive?

Talinnam tried to recall everything that happened a few hours ago, or perhaps a few days ago. In short, he was so weak now that he had no idea how long he had been unconscious among the dead.

But judging from the appearance of the beasts, the greenskins must have gone far away. And with this rotting corpse, the battle must have been some time ago.

Talinnam felt that his breathing was heavy, and his chest was in great pain every time he took a breath. This may have been caused by the heavy damage to his lungs and the accumulation of blood in his lungs. Thanks to the goddess, it was a miracle that he survived.

Finally, he remembered that at the last moment of the Battle of Death Valley, he led twelve chivalrous knights into the greenskin tide. The knights around him fell off their horses and died one by one. In the end, he was also attacked by goblins, hit by an arrow, and fell off his horse.

The orc chopped him down, then his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

Talinnam guessed that there were too many dead Bretonnian soldiers, and the greenskins did not check whether they were alive or dead one by one. They just hacked and hurriedly left the battlefield. The corpse on his body blocked the knives and axes for him.

However, at this moment, what is the difference between myself and the dead? All the knights and soldiers under me should have died in the battle. Is it lucky or unfortunate that I am alive in this world? Or is it a punishment from the gods?

Talinnam breathed like this for a while, and finally, he felt some feeling regained in his hands and feet.

He tried hard to pull his hand out of the pile of rotten flesh, and the sound of the iron armor on his gloves scraping against the rotten flesh made him gag.

Finally, he pushed open the broken heads above his head, a bloody hand stretched out from the sea of ​​corpses, and a breath of fresh air finally poured into his nose. Of course, freshness is relative, compared to corpses

The air below the pile and the air in the valley is already quite good. Although the air is still filled with the unbearable stench of blood.

At this moment, Talinnam suddenly missed the air, water and soil in the territory. It was simply paradise. It was also something that he had to spend his whole life to protect.

But now, he doesn't even know what's going on in the territory, what's going on in Bretonnia, and he doesn't even know that he's been unconscious for a few days.

Using all his strength, Talinnam pushed away the corpse that was pressing on him. The corpse was beyond recognition. The head of the dead soldier was cut into pieces by the greenskin. It was impossible to tell that it was a human face, only the outline remained.

Talinnam struggled to get up from the pile of dead people. In front of his eyes, the sky and the earth were vast, surrounded by the death forest and canyons. Above his head, the dark clouds had faded, replaced by a strange dark green sky, the evil moon Mosrib.

It is hanging high in the sky, illuminating the earth like daylight...

(End of chapter)


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