Since March, many people have noticed a disturbing phenomenon: the gunpowder craftsmen, blacksmiths, and military designers around them are always suddenly picked up by a carriage with a rose pattern one morning, and then It didn't even appear in front of them.
If it wasn't for the fact that their families received a letter every two weeks, one would almost think they had enraged the king en masse and were pushed to the guillotine.
Seg's husband, a military designer who was transferred, gradually got used to the fact that her husband didn't know where to work after the initial worry. I get letters from my husband every two weeks anyway, and my husband earns a pound a month—not a small sum.
Know that her husband normally earns only ten pounds a year! [1]
This made some wives can't help but complain about their useless husbands: "Why did I marry a worthless guy like you in the first place! Why can't you be chosen by the king like Seg's husband!"
So, I don't know when it started, blacksmiths, gunpowder craftsmen and military designers began to look forward to it, hoping that one day, a carriage with a rose pattern would stop at their doorstep.
The overseas spies in Legrand were puzzled:
There were enough gunpowder craftsmen, blacksmiths and military craftsmen recruited by Purland I to be ready for a few wars, but hell, no matter how hard they tried to pry, they couldn't find out what Legrand's "military heavy industry sector" was. Where.
Over time, this has become an unsolved mystery in the eyes of overseas spies in Legrand, and some people even speculate in private that Legrand has reached some terrible agreement with evil creatures, and those who disappeared are actually being He took it as a sacrifice
The "Legrand No. 1 Military Heavy Industry Department", which made overseas spies try their best to find no trace, was officially completed in less than two weeks.
I have to say that the undead skeletons are definitely the best construction teams in the world. They are numerous, they don’t need rest, they don’t need wages, they work day and night, and the progress of construction is like a day. Also, their inhuman nature—the ability to fall apart and reassemble—allows them to do many things that human craftsmen cannot.
For example: four skeleton heads work together to bite the same slate and fly into the air, quickly building the dome...
In just two short weeks, the architects of the Academy of Mad Men found themselves at last with their first satisfactory construction team. The skeletons absolutely obeyed all his demands, and all the houses in the heavy industry base built were neat and square. After the construction of the base was completed, when the Skeleton Worker was handed over to the chemist brothers, the architect was particularly reluctant to part.
The skeletons are also particularly reluctant to their "contractor" Mr. Architect.
Sleeping for so long! The first time someone cared if their bones were intact, the first time someone used nails to help them mend broken bones...
The Rogers brothers fell silent after the skeleton-shaved captain asked the reason for their inseparability.
—Should I tell these upright skeleton gentlemen that the architect is actually an obsessive-compulsive disorder. He doesn’t care about it, but he can’t stand the mutilated skeletons dangling in front of his eyes…
After the heavy industry base was built, the military industry was officially put into operation.
After the initial period of fright, the craftsmen gradually discovered:
This hell, really is a huge treasure trove that has not been developed.
Here are the oldest rocks, where the veins are buried silently, unexplored. The only problem is that the rock formations in hell are harder than the earthly formations. Fortunately, it is the skeletons with huge power, not humans, who are responsible for mining. They only need to be responsible for exploration and design mining projects.
A huge blast furnace stood up on the bank of the dead.
At first, the blacksmiths felt that their apprentices did not come in together, and it was difficult for them to complete the heavy blacksmithing alone. But soon, they found that they had an assistant ten thousand times better than the apprentice who thought about being lazy all day.
In the previous industrial base construction and ore mining, a group of skeletons looked particularly pitiful. They don't look like humans, but are transformed from magma lizards, with short limbs that make them difficult to perform tasks that require greater flexibility. But to the blacksmiths, they are simply adorable!
"Jera! The fire is hotter!"
A shirtless blacksmith groaned, waving the hammer in his hand and beating it.
A skeleton lizard beside him tilted its head halfway up. Hearing his words, he opened his mouth and a ball of fire flew into the furnace.
"Nice job!"
The blacksmith praised loudly.
The skeleton lizard, whom he named "Jera," twitched its long, bone-spured tail happily. If you ignore its hideous shape, this action is actually quite like a puppy that has been praised.
The blacksmith couldn't help but took the time to pat its flat skull, thinking in his heart that if he could just expel his own apprentice in the world, that kid would pull a bellows just like being hollowed out by the lady of the Moulin Rouge.
rumbling—
The sound of the explosion came from afar, and the blacksmith had become accustomed to it, and he continued to swing the hammer. On the left side of the cast iron department is the gunpowder test base, and there is no quiet time there.
"Thank you Captain Tom."
The blacksmith grumbled.
Tom is the person in charge of their ironmaking department. Thanks to Tom and other department heads for their argumentative efforts, the group of explosive madmen finally let go of the rest time at night.
They don't want to be woken up suddenly by an explosion when they go to bed at night!
In fact, the blacksmiths secretly nicknamed the people in the Gunpowder Research Department "Blast Maniacs", and the Rogers brothers were well-deserved "Bomb Captains".
The two Rogers brothers, the dean of the Academy of Madness, had to blow up even if they almost killed themselves when there was not enough space, not to mention that they had such a big hell to toss about at the moment. Under the leadership of "Captain Explosion", gunpowder craftsmen experimented with gunpowder in different proportions and formulas one by one, just like setting off fireworks.
The one who was responsible for recording the data for them was the royal recorder selected by the king. The poor little white-faced civil servant shivered from the beginning to now fluttering the quill in his hand expressionlessly.
"One group, experimental items: effective distance, blast strength..."
"The second group, the experimental project: different ratios, the concentration of saltpeter is 66%..."
"Three groups, experimental items..."
Long, long, long.
In the sound of high and low explosions, the special black stone used to test the power of explosive gunpowder on the proving ground shattered piece by piece.
On one side, Bran, who smelled of gunpowder, recorded their experimental results on paper with his black hands:
"… The proportion of saltpeter in military gunpowder should be stable at about 75%, the other ingredients are 10% sulfur, and 15% charcoal. The temperature of the gunpowder in this formula reaches 2100 degrees when it burns. A powerful gas is produced in the range of two to three hundred cubic meters [2]…”
“… gunpowder formulated with low saltpeter ratio is suitable for use in mining blasting, fireworks, etc.”
"I think it's better to use different powders for different firearms..."
While the experiment was going well, a new conflict arose between the Gunpowder Research Department and the military designers.
"I said it! The power of artillery is not limited to the power of the explosion! It also has stability! Stability! The power of the gunpowder is too strong, the gun chamber can't bear it, and it explodes directly. Are your artillery pieces going to blast others or yourself!" The head of the design department, a young Mr. Lauer angrily confronted Miley.
"That's what you need to do!"
Miley choked back without hesitation.
"We solved the problem of the power of the explosive, and we can't withstand its strength, that's your designer's problem!"
"We've thickened the explosive chamber walls![3]"
Mr. Lauer was about to die of anger at Miley, his face flushed, and he roared while pulling his neck.
"It turns out that your ability is only thickening iron?" Miley sneered, and he patted his scratch paper, "At your level, you only deserve a guillotine."
Miley threw down the new gunpowder and walked away, leaving the designers in the military design department stunned.
"They're just gunpowder researchers! What cannons do they know!"
A military designer slapped the tabletop and cursed sharply.
"Shut up! Isn't that shameful enough?" Raul gritted his teeth. "Wrought iron, cast copper... What materials are there to try? Any new ideas are all tested by me... Damn, a gunpowder maker actually came to accuse us of not doing it. Design!"
Led by the young minister, a group of designers stormed out of the office with arms and sleeves bare and flocked to the cast iron department.
The blacksmiths struck iron rhythmically, determined not to take part in the competition of these lunatics.
The entire military heavy industry sector can be described as flying dogs.
Crow Mengla stood on the castle and was moved to tears in the face of the lively hell.
"Stupid..."
The devil weakly glanced at Meng La, who didn't feel anything wrong at all, and cursed in a low voice.
He sat on the spire of Blackrock Castle, holding the bone scepter, habitually preventing the next spy from other lords of hell.
An invisible forbidden world encircled the king's arsenal: no peeping was allowed here.
In fact, the devil never thought that he would not even allow spying. He wanted to let the other guys in hell know that this place was revived.
But, it's really... ugh! ! Which helllord's domain is like his sire? The death army of hell and the workers of mankind call themselves brothers. Do you still need the face of hell when it is spread
His Majesty is really good at giving him problems.
Thinking about it, the devil raised the bone scepter again and casually pointed in one direction.
Several ferocious lightning flashes across the dark red sky and fell into a dark abyss. In the abyss, an ancient existence grunted and couldn't help cursing why that damn lunatic was getting sicker recently.
…
When the Hell Armory was on the right track, the Rose Palace.
After reading the letter from hell, the king rejected the design department's request to have him declare the guillotine superior to the stake, while affirming their willingness to experiment with various designs.
Looking at the king reviewing the letters from hell, the house chief thought sadly, it's over, from now on, Legrand will gradually become a sea of lunatics...
He imagined the scene where Legrand was dominated by neurosis from top to bottom, and he reported to the king with a heart: "The astrologers are here."