However, when Roland operated it himself, he realized that the actual situation was far from being as simple as he thought.
After working in the backyard for four or five days, the drill with higher hardness was successfully made. Using Anna's high temperature flame, he could easily obtain molten iron with a temperature of more than 1500 degrees. Without the restriction of temperature, the conventional method of frying steel can make small batches of steel conveniently and quickly—that is, the molten iron is rapidly stirred with an iron rod, so that the excess carbon and other impurities in the pig iron are fully contacted and oxidized with the air, and the molten iron is cooled after repeated several times. Down to get high quality steel.
The problem was with the first steam engine.
The noise and vibration of this prototype machine are amazing when working, and even with a drill bit, it can't stably drill a complete iron pipe. This level of tremor doesn't matter when doing rough work, but machining the barrel obviously won't work.
To improve this, he had to build a centrifugal governor to control the output of the steam engine, and then use a gear combination to reduce chatter and adjust the rotation rate of the drill. Machining gears requires a simple lathe. In this way, Roland found that he had no way to achieve this goal before the Demon Moon came.
In the end, I can only use the old method, relying on the blacksmith's hands to hammer it out. The plan to mass-produce muskets went bankrupt. According to the number of blacksmiths in Border Town, at most 3-4 gun barrels were produced a month, which was still under the condition of stopping the production of the second steam engine.
The only good news is not to worry about the pass rate of the barrel. The blacksmith just knocked out a rough round pipe, and then Anna sewed it together. The effect was close to the seamless pipe cut out by a boring tool, which basically eliminated the risk of blowing the chamber.
Roland had no choice but to revise his previous plan. He originally planned to recruit hunters from Border Town to form a musket team—most of them were proficient in archery. Whether it was a bow or a crossbow, they were all handy weapons. In addition, firearms training takes less time, which can make them combat effective quickly.
But now to Demon Moon, up to four flintlock guns have been made, so only the best of the hunters can be selected to create an elite team. Roland decided to leave this matter to Iron Axe. He had been in Border Town for fifteen years and was recognized as the best hunter.
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Brian hasn't had a good time for the past two weeks.
Especially when meeting the militia team on the street, the unhappy feeling will be doubled... There is even a trace of unwillingness in my heart.
He felt that he had been forgotten by His Royal Highness.
He was full of excitement when he was called over by the chief knight a month ago. It is such a lucky and honorable thing to be in close contact with the Fourth Prince and to be personally inquired by His Highness.
He grew up in Border Town. Although he came from an ordinary Orion family, he took up the post of patrol captain by virtue of his own abilities. He knew that he could not rely on his family to become a knight, and could only wait for the opportunity to make achievements and accept the canonization of the superior.
His Highness's inquiry made him feel that the opportunity had come. Obviously, the fourth prince, Roland, was unwilling to give up his territory. He was trying to find a way to fight against the evil beast. The rampant construction of the city wall later also proved a point. There is no doubt that they will spend the month of demons in Border Town this year.
If you want to stop the invasion of evil beasts here, you must form a team that dares to fight head-on. Bryan thought he was the right person to do his part. He was proficient in reconnaissance, swordsmanship and riding. He stayed behind every year until he lit the beacon to prove that he was not lacking in courage, but he never expected that His Highness planned to choose a team from the commoners. Fight with evil beasts!
That's right, a pure civilian team, not just him, not one of the ten people in the entire patrol passed the review of the chief knight. This is simply unbelievable. Could it be that His Highness thought that this group of people who had never held a sword would be better at fighting than himself? I'm afraid that they will be defeated when they see the vicious appearance of the evil beast!
But His Royal Highness seems to be serious... He is not only training this group of rabble, but also assigning them uniform clothes. Every afternoon Brian could see the gang in brown and gray leather armor running down the street in two columns. At the beginning the team was sparse, but recently it has become more and more organized.
On the other hand, he was still carrying out boring tasks every day, and he could not see any hope of promotion.
At night, when he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, there was a noise from the next door, then the door was pushed open, and someone walked in quietly.
"Hey, get up," the man called in a low voice. Brian could hear the other party's voice. He was a member of the patrol team, nicknamed Fierce Scar.
There were five people sleeping in his room. Except for himself and the greyhound, the other three quickly turned over, as if they had been prepared, without even taking off their coats.
"Captain, get up, I have something important to tell you."
Fierce Scar has a noble relative in Longsong Fortress. I heard that he is still a great nobleman, so he has a very high status in the team. Brian couldn't ignore him, so he got up and asked, "What's the matter?"
Greyhound was also woken up, "It's... it's so late, you... you don't sleep... sleep?"
"I have a good job to introduce to you, do you want to be canonized as knights?"
"Wh... what? Cavalier?" Greyhound asked in surprise.
Brian's heart also jumped, and he quickly asked, "What kind of work is it?"
"You all know my uncle Hiltai, he is the earl assigned by the duke, and he is also a close friend of the prince. He told me the news himself," Scar said in a low voice, "The fourth prince is going to leave Changsong Fortress alone. Damn, it made the Duke very displeased. He decided to let the prince know who is the master of the West Territory."
"Difficult, difficult, could it be... You are planning to... stab, assassinate..." Greyhound stuttered even more when he was nervous, and he didn't say a single sentence for a long time.
"How is it possible," Fierce Scar sneered, "he is still a prince no matter what. If he dies, even the Duke will not be able to protect us. As I said, this is a good job."
Bright subconsciously felt that the deal was definitely not as simple as he claimed, but the temptation to become a knight was too great, and he couldn't help but say, "Tell me."
"Food. If there is no food, he can only obediently go back to Changsong Fortress. This work is promised by the Duke. As long as we can successfully burn the food purchased by the fourth prince, he will hold a canonization ceremony for us and will be in the fortress. Give us a fief to the east. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Captain, what do you think?"
"You, you're crazy... Well, your Highness, Your Highness didn't say it. This year... the Devil's Month is likely to last... for more than four months. You burn the food, burn it, what will everyone eat!" Greyhound shook his head repeatedly. "Two... two years ago, everyone forgot about it?"
"What's the matter with us?" Another said disdainfully, "I don't plan to stay here anyway. After dealing with Lord Ryan's affairs, we can live a comfortable life in the fortress."
"Yes, do you still want to eat slag for a lifetime in this ghost place?" Others also helped.
Hell, they had colluded a long time ago, and Bright felt a chill in his heart. Except for himself and Greyhound who grew up in Border Town, most of them came from all over the kingdom and had no nostalgia for the town at all. Seeing that he was unable to stop him, he had to change the subject and said, "But the wheat has been transferred to His Royal Highness's castle, and the entrance is guarded by His Royal Highness's personal knights. How can you get in?"
"That's why I called you," said Fierce Scar with a smug smile. "Since I was a child, I have stayed in this poor place. No one is more familiar with the environment here than you. I remember you once said that there is a place in the back valley. The abandoned well is connected to the water channel below the castle. Through it, you can go to the castle garden silently. Didn't you climb into it when you were a child? How about doing this with me, you can also become a knight in the future —Or a knight conferred by the Duke himself.”
No... Knights should have the courage to fight against injustice, they should not be afraid of power and protect the weak! Just for the Duke's personal grievances, disregarding the threat of starvation and death for the townspeople? In addition to an empty shell, such a knight has no glory at all!
He was about to say no when the greyhound barked.
"One, a bunch of lunatics! You, you, dare to think of food, I will never let you leave this, here! I want to report, report to... Cough," Greyhound said halfway, his voice suddenly solidified , he turned his head in disbelief, and a former teammate was standing behind him and sneered at him. The black dagger was inserted from the back of the greyhound's waist, and the body of the dagger was completely submerged in the body. He shuddered twice, opened his mouth to say something, but could only let out a hoarse inhalation.
The opponent stirred the dagger twice, and then pulled it back sharply. The Greyhound suddenly collapsed softly to the ground like a rag doll that had lost its support.
"How is it?" Fierce Scar approached Bright, who could even feel the stench from his mouth, "I think you should make up your mind, Captain?"