Chapter 386 Five-caliber flintlock gun
After the high priest determined the cutting plate of lapis lazuli, he kicked Imric, the tool man, out of the church.
How could he not see that the Dragon Prince actually had no faith at all in Val. At best, he only had respect for the protector of Caledor, but there was still a big difference between him and a so-called believer.
Imric, who was kicked out of the church by the high priest, patted his shoulder and shook the dust off.
There are many advantages to being a leader. There are other people doing everything, and you only need to make a little effort to get what you want.
Imrik was stopped by Elvis just a few steps away from the church.
The herald held a letter with the mark of the Phoenix Flame and handed it to Imrik with serious hands.
"Prince, there is a letter from the Phoenix Court."
Imrik took the letter and opened it. , and found that inside was a message written in gilt court language, the general content of which was the candidate for the war lord.
Tyrion is naturally the first candidate. As for the second and third candidates, Imric doesn't pay attention at all.
He took the quill from Elvis and wrote in the last column his recommendation for Tyrion to be the war lord, as well as his signature.
After Elvis put the documents back in his bag, he planned to continue asking about Ulthuan.
"Are there any letters?"
"There are none for now, but they may appear soon." The upright herald explained the situation, seemingly not paying attention to the prince's raised eyebrows.
Forget it, I don’t have the same experience as this young man.
Imric waved his hand to let him leave first, and then walked towards the port area.
Constantly walking and nodding with the people under his rule, Imric felt that the current development situation was not bad.
Residential buildings have almost been completed, and some key production facilities such as lumber mills, quarries, and blacksmith shops are also operating at full capacity.
This place is not built as a military stronghold. Except for necessary military sites, it will not be the case in several cities in Caledor. It has an army that can go out at any time, as well as supporting logistics facilities.
The only arms manufacturing facility that might be built on a large scale might be the gun workshop.
The sound of pulling iron saws kept coming, and there was also the acrid white smoke emitted by some gunpowder. All kinds of materials were piled up in this heavily guarded area.
The engineer with a slicked back hair was instructing the Arabis to carry a piece of forged gun barrel and place it on the wooden platform. Judging from the droplets spraying from his mouth from time to time, it seemed that he planned to teach these people how to install the cannon himself.
"You idiots, can't you handle such a simple matter? Sure enough, the Arabis are only capable of this, squatting in a barbaric land ruled by a chief, waiting for the empire to conquer everything." The engineer didn't care about this. Did the dark-skinned Arabi understand? He continued to direct his work in a rough tone. If corporal punishment had not been explicitly prohibited, he might have been whipped.
"Bronte, it seems that these people have not satisfied you." Imrik's words interrupted the engineer's continued abuse. The Dragon Prince came closer and did not care about these heavy labor Arabs. He just hugged his chest. Stand and watch.
The cost of becoming a good person was too high. Imric did not want to gain a meaningless title as a slave liberator. Since the population was bought with gold leaf coins, it was best to play his original role.
"Good day, Your Highness the Dragon Prince." The furious Bronte calmed down a bit, bowed slightly to Imric, and put his hands on his chest.
"How is your work progress?" Imrik waved his hand to indicate that there was no need to be polite, and continued to look at the Arabis who were still carrying various materials, as well as the delivery room that was still emitting thick black smoke. When it came to professional matters, Bronte looked a little proud, spread her hands and began to introduce the recent situation to the Dragon Prince.
"I have to say that the items produced by the Vaal Anvil are much better than those produced by the Empire. Every barrel is like a work of art. I can feel the hard work the blacksmith put into it." While speaking,
Brown Te took out a flintlock gun from the wooden box next to him and motioned to Prince Long to try it himself.
It can be seen that Bronte is very confident in his work and continues,
"The standard equipment produced by Val Anvil greatly increases the reliability of firearms. After our testing, the probability of misfire may be only 2%. It is really difficult to Imagine how skilled the Vaal priests are in forging."
Listening to the engineer's boast, Imric took the flintlock and played with it for a while. The musket would not be used in the Caledorian army, at most. It is to add some artillery to make up for the lack of dragon claw ballistae.
After all, the cost of that thing is indeed a bit high, whether it is a gun mount or a siege crossbow.
The artillery only needs a reliable barrel, which may be a troublesome thing for the empire, but for Caledo, it only takes a few blacksmith apprentices to make things.
After playing with the flintlock gun for a while, Imrik raised the weapon and aimed the crosshair at the target thirty meters away.
There was a piercing sound, a large amount of white smoke appeared from the muzzle, and a black dot appeared in the center of the target.
Waves of warm applause came from Bronte and the people accompanying him, not only as a compliment, but also in appreciation of this shocking accuracy.
To be honest, Imric was a little dissatisfied with the thing in his hand, mainly because the caliber was too small and could not form real lethality.
It might be fatal to hit Druzi with one shot, but when facing a can of chaos, especially a Nurgle believer who is famous for his vitality, he might be able to ignore the cavity pierced by the bullet and continue fighting without any impact.
"Can you make this thing bigger, for example, five times the caliber?" Imrik threw the flintlock to Bronte. This thing will be the weapon of the Kislev militia in the future, and it certainly cannot be used by the empire's standards. To design, the larger the caliber, the greater the truth.
Bronte was a little stunned, and his actions when he took the flintlock gun were a little sluggish. A five-fold caliber flintlock gun, is this definitely not a cannon?
But he quickly came to his senses and explained the possibility to Imrik, "Your Highness, you can naturally ignore the recoil, but a five-fold caliber flintlock may cause many people to have their shoulder blades directly shattered. Judging from my shallow knowledge, it is best to reduce it as much as possible."
Imrik waved his hand indifferently. The existence of muskets only gave the lack of training militia combat effectiveness. Without forming a real generation gap, it actually did not Not much better than bows and arrows.
"Work hard and come up with a batch of things that satisfy me. I don't mind letting Val Church meet some of your small needs." "
Yes, this is an easy thing." The engineer made a promise and thought there was nothing wrong with it. Difficulty, compared to the empire where the church and the elector had to worry about gunpowder weapon research, Caledor was undoubtedly more free.
After all, not all places are like this, with a large number of reliable blacksmiths and high-quality steel to spend.
When Imric was communicating with the Imperial Engineers, Masnow contacted him through the Dragon Father Faith Channel.
"Prince, we have eliminated the ambushed rats and are heading towards the southern Great Forest Sea." "
Well, just complete the mission, but the first goal is to ensure safety."
(End of chapter)