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Chapter 68 The Birth of the Flintlock

Assassin Bell struggled in place for a while. The beast kings were divided into two groups, one facing the river and the other going deep into the forest. After hesitating for ten seconds, he chose to slip happily to the river.

He doesn't need to worry about the sound of footsteps leaking out, because this is the wilderness, and the sound of cicadas is as dense as the ocean, and cicadas are singing everywhere.

The sounds of various small insects are also very noisy, as long as you are careful, the sound of Bell gently rubbing the leaves is enough to cover it up.

Soon, he saw the green-skinned goblin beast king looking down at the water for a few seconds on the bank, and stepped into the river with a fierce face.

There are more than 100 little goblins behind the Beastmaster. Their eyes are red, they are completely out of their minds, and they have no brains to keep up.

They sank into the water and swam for a while before surfacing again. The splashing water flowed down the little goblin's body. Their green skin was blue and purple, and they were severely hypoxic.

Bell knew that the orcs who had been diving for too long would probably look like this when they came ashore. Their skin was bruised and purple, their muscles were weak and weak, and in severe cases, they would go into a coma or even die.

Bellmer counted the time, and a total of more than 130 seconds had passed, indicating that the limit time for the goblin to hold his breath was more than 2 minutes.

As for the Beastmaster, the time to hold his breath was even longer. Bell counted silently over and over in units of 60 seconds. He was silent for more than 400 seconds before seeing the Beastmaster float ashore, about 8 minutes.

So strong!

Bell couldn't help but want to slip to a specific spot and blow a whistle to call the nearby homing pigeons, but after thinking about it, he held back.

Because he heard the five beast kings start whispering, the wonderful voice seemed to have invisible water ripples, slowly swaying around.

There was a rustling sound in the forest, and tens of thousands of goblins woke up from their deep sleep, got up with red eyes, and staggered towards the river.

"They want to sneak into the port!"

Bell's heart trembled, he had to notify the fellow assassins in the town in advance, lest they be overwhelmed by the sudden beast tide.

……

When Morning Glory Town was facing a turbulent beast tide, the blacksmith shop of Datie Village was also urgently manufacturing smoothbore flintlock guns.

Allen has given up military training and is supervising workers in the blacksmith's operation.

He developed a smooth-bore flintlock instead of a rifled barrel, because he would not dare to take the risk because of the time risk cost of facing the beast tide.

Simply put on the smoothbore gun, it does not have the step of pulling the rifle, which saves a lot of time and cost, and the internal error of the smoothbore barrel can also be tolerated, after all, the conditions are simple.

After arriving at the blacksmith shop, Allen first looked at the steam drilling machine. The tool steel used in the drilling machine is a carbon tool steel drill bit, not a high-speed tool steel.

The slaves continued to add coal to make the steam engine boil.Rumbling, the steam engine began to work, the huge power was added to the drilling machine, the runner structure flew, and the drill bit rotated by itself, turning faster and faster.

The barrel is placed on a horizontal drilling machine, a tool is used to hold the barrel in place, and the worker operates the drilling machine to start drilling the barrel.

Humming, the rapidly rotating drill hit the barrel, and there was a piercing sound, and the ears of all the orcs trembled.

When the great blacksmith Abel heard this wonderful voice, he felt that his soul had ascended to heaven, and he couldn't be happier.

"This invention is really ingenious, praise the God of Forging."

The other orcs watched silently, but a slight bend in the tip of their tails indicated that they were happy too.

They had tried the operation of the drilling machine a few days ago, and they were not frightened by the harsh sound to shake their hands.

Because with the deepening of the use of the drill press, the superstitious orcs gradually became fascinated by the diamond power of the drill press, from fear to awe, and finally to worship.

Pricking, sparks flying, the drill bit easily penetrated into the center of the barrel, and continued to go deeper.

Allen looked at it for a while, then walked to the next workshop.

The drill barrel link has started a few days ago. It is said that [-] finished flintlocks have been produced today. Allen is just following the trend to inspect, and then ordered someone to take away the first batch of smoothbore front-loading flintlocks that have been produced. gun.

The blacksmiths also put down their work. The flintlock gun was just made. Since there was no gunpowder and bullets, no one knew its power. Therefore, every blacksmith who participated in the manufacture followed the past with the most curious attitude.

"Master Allen, are you going to the training ground next?" Abel raised his tail with a curious question mark, and offered to help carry a flintlock gun.

"No, go to the gunpowder factory first." Allen shook his head.

"Oh, by the way, muskets need the power of gunpowder to explode, and I forgot about that again." Abel patted his forehead with his hands.

"It's really necessary to use gunpowder." Someone swallowed lightly.

"Grumbling..."

The orcs' understanding of gunpowder still remained in the impression of the thunder-like sound that day and the black pit on the ground.

"It shouldn't be that scary, right?"

"Anyway, I don't try new weapons."

"What are you afraid of? Allen said that this is a long-range weapon. Which long-range weapon have you seen hurt yourself?"

"Yes, I pulled a big bow and accidentally disabled my fingers." Some orcs heard that the neighbor's hunter's fingers were disabled, and immediately thought of it.

"I mean death, death, can you play yourself to death playing with bows and arrows?" The orcs corrected the topic with thick red necks.

Speaking of death, Allen said with a smile: "The musket is really dangerous. There is a risk of explosion and misfire. If you don't operate it properly, you will die."

"Hiss—" the blacksmiths were frightened, after all, it was a weapon with the word "fire" on it, and they were not at ease at all.

If they try the guns later, they must hide far away and watch the soldiers test the guns with their lives.

When he arrived at the gunpowder factory, the blacksmith looked around curiously, as if the inside was fresh, but unfortunately he couldn't enter the gate.

The gunpowder factory is a secret place in Datie Village. Even the villagers who have lived here for generations are not allowed to visit it. Only the orcs approved by Alan can enter.

The rest of the blacksmiths were kept out, but Abel, the great blacksmith, was approved by Allen and could enter.

In the gunpowder factory, every slave is focused on the work at hand, and is rarely disturbed by the footsteps of outsiders, and will not poke his head to see who is coming. When he sees the village chief, he will not immediately say hello, but finish the work at hand first. Say hello in a low voice, for fear of disturbing others, as if their work could explode at any time.

Abel found the slaves working carefully, and immediately praised them.

"Master Allen, this slave is very serious in his work. I think he has the potential to be a blacksmith."

"No, he can't change jobs for ten years." Allen shook his head.

Gunpowder is a strategic item, and the gunpowder craft cannot be leaked for the time being.

Abel groaned. He could only watch the slaves grinding the "powder" on the periphery. As for the proportion of those materials, he didn't know.

After a while, Allen ordered people to transport the cardboard bullets to the training ground.

The fixed amount of gunpowder in these paper shell bullets was calculated by Allen based on factors such as the combustion of the gunpowder, the caliber of the flintlock and the length of the barrel.

He hasn't invented the primer yet, and these cardboard bullets are just a stopgap measure. When the industrial infrastructure is completed in the future, he will be able to install metal bullets.

……

On the training ground.

The orc villagers stood neatly in a row, and Ivan looked expectantly at the metal stick brought by Allen. He heard that it was a new type of weapon using gunpowder, which could bring about military revolution.

　I'm very busy at work today.

　　Two more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)