"A lot of lies," Nightingale said when Roland finished dealing with the alchemist and returned to the office again, "What ancient book from four hundred and fifty years ago, isn't "Elementary Chemistry" a textbook you wrote for the book's memory? Sooner or later, that will have to be taught to the subjects, right?"
"It's just a white lie," Roland took a cup of tea and took a sip of tea. Since Margery, a merchant in the capital, gave him a pack of black tea, he can finally say goodbye to the days of drinking boiled water or ale every day. "A prince in the palace, How could it be possible to know so much about alchemy? If so, it was also taught by an alchemist in the capital. Giving him a textbook for him to study on his own would be easier to accept than my teaching alchemy. After all, what people believe in the most is always themselves. "
"Oh?" Nightingale suddenly leaned down and approached Roland, "Then who taught you your knowledge?"
"Uh..." Roland just opened his mouth, when Nightingale held his finger down, "If you don't want to say it, don't say it. I don't want to hear you lie."
He blinked, and the other party withdrew his hand.
"While there are still five days before the test," Roland took the opportunity to change the subject, "Let Carter familiarize himself with the operation of the new weapon in advance."
"But didn't you say that the problem of ammunition has not been resolved?"
"The collodion only affects its actual combat use. If it is only for the competition, it can still be done by firing one round of each gun. After all, there is no need to consider transporting bullets and reloading during the competition. Ten bullets are enough to get the result," Roland said. Of course, the drop in the firing rate due to the lack of collodion is a probabilistic event, and it can only be left to God and Carter to decide.
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West of the town walls.
Carter came to the previous explosive test site and accepted the new task assigned to him by Roland.
"Fighting a witch?" The chief knight was stunned. "Can I wear the Stone of God's Retaliation?"
"Of course," Roland smiled, "but you are facing a special witch. The Stone of God's Retaliation is ineffective against her, and her fighting method is similar to that of a samurai, attacking with a great sword."
"You mean she's a witch who is proficient in close combat?" Carter glanced at Nightingale beside Roland.
"Almost, but because her ability is to strengthen herself, her strength and speed are far beyond ordinary people." Roland said, "You have to be mentally prepared, probably the opponent's physical fitness is better than the death-row prisoner who was used to test pills before. several times higher."
"Several times higher... Your Highness, do you know what that means?" Carter's eyes widened, "It's very likely that even if I observed her movements, my body couldn't keep up with the reaction. If she is as strong as you say , I'm afraid I can't beat her."
"Theoretically, your winning rate is indeed zero," the prince handed over a strange-looking firearm, "but with this, your chances of winning will be greatly improved."
"This is... a new musket?" Carter took it with both hands. Because its trigger and barrel were so similar to a flintlock, the knight judged that they belonged to the same weapon. It is not big, but it is heavy in the hand, a little heavier than a flintlock rifle. What is particularly eye-catching is that, except for the wood at the grip, the entire gun body is made of metal. The smooth lines and corners, as well as the gray-white metallic luster, have an indescribable beauty.
Carter fell in love with the weapon almost instantly.
"Its name is a revolver," Roland took out another weapon of the same shape, and popped a beehive-like wheel to the left. "Now I'll teach you how to use it."
Carter soon discovered that it was easier to operate than a flintlock gun, with the projectile and gunpowder already integrated, and it only needed to be loaded into the middle wheel to fire. There are five holes in the reel, which can be loaded with five rounds of ammunition at a time, which is probably why it is called the revolver. There is a small hole at the rear of the pistol corresponding to the runner. As long as the trigger is pulled, sparks will shoot out of the hole and make a rubbing sound. Maybe there's a flint hidden in there, he thought. However, the design of this bullet is also too delicate. The light yellow shell is probably made of thin copper plate. The bullet is thin in the front and thick in the back, and the tail is about the thickness of the index finger, which can fit the hole of the bullet hole extremely accurately. How is this made
"This is an unfinished product, so you have to always pay attention to the opening at the bottom of the bullet," Roland made a shooting motion. "Like me, the muzzle is slightly down, so as not to let the gunpowder leak through the opening. After each shot, The bullet nests of the runners must be cleaned to prevent loose gunpowder from accumulating in the holes."
"Unfinished product?"
"Yeah," the prince shrugged, "there is still a key technology to be solved. If everything goes well, you may be able to catch up before the test. At that time, the opening at the bottom of the bullet will be sealed, and you will no longer have to worry about leaking the medicine. Problem. Let's try shooting first."
If the bottom is sealed, how do you ignite the gunpowder inside the bullet? Carter thought about it and decided to give up thinking about this seemingly impossible problem. After all, he was not as knowledgeable and knowledgeable as His Royal Highness.
That's right, it's erudite. Carter has now admired His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince to the ground. Whether it is a court scholar, an alchemist or an astrologer, no one can invent so many bizarre things like His Royal Highness, and these things have extremely high use value. Inventions such as snow powder and manned kites can only be reduced to aristocratic toys. The steamer invented by His Royal Highness has been used in mine transportation and water pumping operations, and the muskets and artillery have even repelled the demonic beasts and the Duke coalition. Carter now firmly believes that as long as time is passed, the one who ascends the throne of Greycastle must be His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon.
The target stood ten meters away, and the human-shaped target at this distance was only the size of a palm. According to the way His Highness taught him to hold the gun with both hands, he turned slightly to the side of the body, aimed the barrel of the gun on the target, and pulled the trigger.
Sparks and gas spurted out from both sides of the runner, and the loud sound made his ears hurt. He seemed to feel someone push him hard, and his wrists lifted up unconsciously. When the smoke cleared, the target looked intact.
"Go on." Roland said.
Carter took a deep breath and fired the remaining four bullets, but none of them hit the target.
"This..." Carter looked at His Royal Highness, who didn't seem to care.
"Because of the short barrel, the range and accuracy of the pistol are not as good as the rifle's, and it is very normal to miss the target. In addition, the bullet caliber is close to 12 mm, and the recoil is much larger than that of a flintlock gun." He began to talk about Carter's incomprehensible words, "In short , you should practice according to the method I said. Before the competition, you must hit the target with five rounds, and you have a chance to win. By the way... Don't forget to collect the shells, they can still be used after reloading. Many times." (. If you like this work, you are welcome to come and vote, your support is my biggest motivation. Please come.)