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Chapter 71 The power of the flintlock (third update)

"Fufufu, Master Allen, I have brought back your 300-meter plate armor."

The cat-eared orc carrying the plate armor lowered the plate armor to the ground, making the sound of a heavy object landing and splashing a burst of smoke.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, this thing is really heavy, carrying it for running will test the orc's heat resistance.

When the beastmen saw the 300-meter target coming back, they all gathered together, but there were too many people, so many people couldn't squeeze in.

"Should have missed."

"300 meters is too far. As long as it is blown by a strong wind, the bullet will not know where it will go."

"Yeah, it's okay to be close, but it's all about luck if you're far away."

"It's not that I said, Mr. Allen's luck has always been very good."

The little orcs talked a lot, no matter how much they said, they didn't see the truth with their own eyes. Some people squeezed their heads, and found that the innermost orc was suddenly in a daze.

Ivan seized the opportunity, squeezed the dazed orc hard, broke into the innermost part, and saw the plate armor on the ground.

I saw a pit on the plate armor, which was deformed and twisted. If you look carefully, you will find a hole in the pit. It's not too big, but it's a hole.

Then Ivan remembered Alan's target range - 300 meters!

300 meters!
They thought of themselves, without Alan's teaching, shooting more than 100 meters is all about luck.

But Alan can shoot 300 meters alone, and Ivan finally knows how amazing it is for Alan to shoot a target 300 meters away.

Then Ivan was also stunned, and the orcs who were crowding behind found Ivan in a daze, and immediately squeezed him out with his arms.

"Don't be in a daze, show me if you don't want to see it, get out of the way!" The orcs rushed in like ants in a hot pot.

Ivan was squeezed to the periphery, his throat moved slightly, and he was shocked for a long time before recovering.

He is an awakened person, and after shooting a few rounds himself, he has a preliminary understanding of the smoothbore flintlock.

He felt that this musket was very evil. It was very accurate within 70 meters, but it would become biased if it was farther away.

This deviation is not obvious when Allen's auxiliary correction is performed.

But without Allen personally correcting the preview position, the deviation of the preview becomes very obvious, and the shots often miss or hit other people's targets.

So it is not the gun itself that is powerful, but the person who uses it.

Allen is really strong.

After a few minutes.

After admiring the power of the flintlock, the orcs began to practice loading gunpowder in rows.

As the training progressed, the orcs who had participated in the military training suddenly realized, and finally knew the effect of the line formation before.

With a gun in hand, a single line salvo is clearly effective in bringing down an enemy.

And Allen also finished testing his flintlock gun. When there is no full-level talent correction, these cute orcs shot 70 out of [-] shots when shooting [-] meters.

Twenty millimeter caliber and heavy guns are not too heavy a burden in the hands of strong orcs, but training for a whole day is still very tiring, after all, their bodies have not yet reached their peak.

……

In the evening, Allen returned to his office on the second floor of the administrative building, lit a dim candle, and spread a large sheet of paper on the desktop.

bang bang.

There was a knock on the door, and Allen said without raising his head, "Please come in."

Windsor opened the door and entered with a bowl of mung bean soup. She is less than 1.6 meters short, but her pink-blue hair looks very beautiful in the monotonous room.

"Master Allen, are you still working so late?"

"Well, I'll watch it for a while."

Allen put down his pen and glanced at the mung bean soup in the bowl. It was faintly green, and the unique light aroma of mung beans came over his face.

Finding Allen staring at the mung bean soup for a while, Windsor smiled embarrassedly: "I was inspecting the farmland last week. I heard you said that the mung bean soup was delicious, and then sent Marci to the town to buy some mung beans."

"Maxi?" Allen asked puzzled.

"She is the only female businessman who was favored by Marian. She is short and thin. Now her performance is a quarter of Marian's, and she works very hard."

When Windsor talked about this, she couldn't help but feel a little resentful in her eyes.

Didn't I say that female businessmen need to have a good figure, but Marci is a short flat loli.

Allen naturally didn't know what Windsor was thinking, he only remembered that there seemed to be this one person, but he didn't remember much about his appearance.

"Well, mung bean soup is not bad, but next time you can add sugar, sweeter tastes better."

Allen tried the taste, thinking that no one has made white sugar yet.

"I added sugar." Windsor fell silent as soon as she finished speaking. Could it be that she added too little?

Allen drank the mung bean soup in one gulp, and said casually: "I know a kind of sugar that is very sweet, called white granulated sugar, and sugar cane is needed to make it."

He paused, Windsor probably didn't know what sugarcane was, and added: "Sugarcane is like dwarf bamboo, with knots, dark purple on the outside, and the 'white meat' inside can be chewed slowly, very sweet, you can let the merchant Pay more attention."

Sugar cane is a tropical and temperate crop, and the area of ​​Datie Village has such a climate. Allen believes that there should be related sales channels for sweet plants next to the town.

Windsor hummed lightly, secretly remembering the crop of sugar cane.

After that, Windsor didn't leave, but stared at the drawing that Allen was looking at now. It was very huge, and it was just a part of a huge container.

"what is this?"

"Part of the design of the ironmaking blast furnace," Allen said.

"Is this the equipment of the iron-making plant?" Windsor said, she also heard that Allen wanted to build a more powerful iron-making plant.

Blast furnaces will produce complex physical and chemical reactions during ironmaking, with temperatures as high as 1800 degrees, 1400 degrees, 1000 degrees, 500 degrees, etc.

Uneven temperature is prone to adverse consequences. In order to maintain both physical and chemical stability, refractory bricks are a must.

However, Datiecun's technology is insufficient, and it is impossible to completely restore the modern blast furnace. Naturally, he came here because of his convenience.

Then, all kinds of bricks in the design drawings had to be re-ordered by Allen to search for mines, and a group of slaves were pulled out to be responsible for firing refractory bricks. Recently, half of the construction has started, and the construction has not yet been completed.

After reading the design drawing of the iron-making blast furnace, Windsor said the purpose of this time: "That flintlock gun is very strong, why don't you send people to make more?"

"No way, it's already the fastest speed, next week there will be a batch of slave forged flintlock guns, also more than 30.

Now there are many places restricting the development of the village, for example, the production of iron and steel cannot keep up, and the chemical laboratory is also short of talents. They are all slaves who learn by rote..."

Allen said a lot, but thought that Windsor didn't understand, so he stopped talking.

Windsor really didn't understand, she could only nod numbly, and finally concluded: "In the final analysis, there is a shortage of people and talents."

"You're right." Alan glanced at Windsor unexpectedly, and found that Windsor's tail was slightly straightened.

Windsor hesitated: "With the flintlock, we can even loot other villages, even towns."

"That's right, but you are wrong about one thing. We are not looting, but liberating slaves." Allen had already thought about the reason, how ugly looting is, and he didn't want the name of looting .

"Free the slaves?"

"Yes, every town and village has a large number of slaves. We liberate them, transport them back to the village for renovation, and the population will increase." Allen said expectantly.

Thoughtful, Windsor slowly stepped back and left.

Almost no one in power paid attention to the human rights of slaves, and no one did anything like freeing slaves. This has been the case for thousands of years.

"It's better not to rob." Windsor breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up at the night sky, where the stars were shining.

But Allen is really willing to just grab slaves?
Of course he was not reconciled, so after Windsor left, he turned his pen around, thinking about what kind of preferential policies to attract foreigners, and how to publicize the reputation of Datie Village, so that other villages and towns know that Datie Village is very good.

　Up to 165 are booked

　　
　
(End of this chapter)