The old people looked at Ciel blankly.
These engineers from all over the world have never seen such an outrageous and fast casting. Even in an alchemist's workshop, a long process that takes several days is compressed into just a few seconds, and then, what was originally only a few seconds. Designs that exist on paper and ideas have been transformed into finished products for inspection.
As Ciel waved, a piece of molten lead on the table broke silently, and a column of about one centimeter fell into his hand. Iron sheets were cut from the window frames and wrapped around them to form a thin shell.
Then dozens of iron sands were put into it, and the packaging was completed.
Between Ciel's two fingers, there was only an iron core the size of half a cigarette.
"Can we start the demonstration?" He looked at the stunned old people.
"Let's get started, Ciel."
In the corner, next to the stove, the old man wrapped in a coat raised his eyes: "I can't wait to see it."
"Okay, Mr. Gaius."
Charles smiled, opened the handle of the iron pipe, put the iron core into it, and pointed it at the wall. After hesitating for a moment, he turned back and said with some embarrassment:
"Can everyone please cover their ears? The sound may be a bit loud."
Gaius put down the water glass in his hand and blocked his ears. Ciel felt relieved, turned around, raised the iron pipe, and pointed it at the wall.
At that moment, the sharp sound tore everyone's eardrums.
A terrifying loud noise erupted like thunder.
It could be vaguely seen that at that moment, blazing fire burst out from the iron pipe, and the next moment, the demonstration was over.
Complete walls are no more.
What replaced it was a devastated honeycomb, with invisible knives and axes digging large holes one after another in it, and then, it was completely burned black and almost melted.
And the iron pipe that released the thunderous fury was burned red.
Huge power burst out from it, causing the iron pipe to withstand huge pressure at the moment of release. It also caused Ciel's arm to completely break. The shattered bones penetrated the flesh and blood, and the skin remained cracked.
But he didn't care at all and instead smiled.
"Ah, it turns out that the things recorded in those ancient ruined books are true."
He whispered softly: "I just inferred and restored according to the previous ideas. I didn't expect it to be so powerful. I'm so lucky."
It was like going back in time, the flowing blood returned to the wound, the cracked skin was healed again, and the broken bones returned to their original positions, tightly fitting together.
Even the sleeves that were dyed red returned to their original color.
In an instant, recovery was complete.
The old people who lost their hearing in the loud noise didn't wake up until now. After understanding what happened, when they looked at the strange iron pipe in Charles's hand, their eyes became extremely horrified.
They all know what happened.
The very simple principle is just to react molten lead and ether in a closed space.
At that time, the process of dusting the molten lead will produce a large amount of gas and high temperature, pushing the iron sand and flying out of the iron pipe, causing the current effect.
But no one has ever thought of using this new type of alloy for this purpose...
“The main inspiration for this thing came from a story a friend told me.”
Charles scratched his head in embarrassment, "There was a musician named Rainmaker inside, which reminded me of some things recorded in ancient classics. I wanted to try it at that time, but never had the chance. Now I have finally passed the handle. It's addictive, it's so refreshing. Gentlemen, do you think this thing is okay? I think there should be no problem, right?"
The old people looked at each other.
They were all elite mechanical engineers from various countries, and they were even as prestigious as Newton in their respective fields. What else needs to be considered
Just one glance and you can determine if the design will work.
But when they faced this thing, they still couldn't help but be shocked by the horrific consequences hidden behind this simple idea.
Again, its own flaws are as obvious as its advantages.
"I have seen similar ideas in Asgardian research institutes. However, they use steam power to pressurize the crossbows and provide ultra-high muzzle velocity for the crossbows. However, the cost of steel that can withstand such pressure is too high. , the price-performance ratio is completely out of control, it can only be used as a decoration, and will be nothing more in the future.”
After a short discussion, an old man said: "Let me put it bluntly, the things in your hands are difficult to manufacture on a production line. If it is manufactured by alchemists manually, the material of steel and the long construction period will make the cost too high." It’s too expensive. After just estimating, it’s already almost the same as the cost of a fixed-point ballista—this is too extravagant for us.”
"Other materials can be used, the handle can be replaced with a wooden handle, and some key components can be made of conventional steel."
Ciel replied: "It does not have an alchemical matrix. It relies purely on ether reaction and mechanical engineering. I calculated on the way here that if it is manufactured using an assembly line, the cost will drop to about one-tenth."
"Then its own safety cannot be guaranteed."
Engineer Maxim interjected: "I have an apprentice-level musician level. Although it is not comparable to your achievements, I can roughly calculate it. There is no problem in testing it in the white area, but if it leaves the white area, there will be a loud noise. The etheric turmoil caused will destroy itself, and even the user's own safety cannot be guaranteed. This is driving the soldiers to commit suicide."
"Then reduce the filling amount of molten lead to one-half." Charles said without thinking, "Although it cannot compare with the current power, it is still considerable."
After Maxim took out a pen and paper and made a simple calculation, he still shook his head: "No, the pressure is still too high. The internal pressure of the pipeline will completely destroy the pipeline. And after one use, the pipeline will be completely destroyed and cannot be reused."
"Then don't reuse it."
Charles shook his head: "We use sand iron, the cheapest kind, and put the place where the molten lead reacts in the pipe. We turn the pipe into a consumable. After using it once, we remove the reaction tube and replace it with a new one. Reaction In just a moment, after the structure of the sand iron collapses, it will break into fine sand. In this way, as long as you wear goggles and a mask, if the wear is thicker, the damage caused by the fragments to the user can be solved. The cost can also be reduced by a fifth. 1. On the battlefield, longbowmen maintain the habit of shooting three rounds. One row is designed, the second row takes over, the third row rests, and the cycle alternates. So the process of using this can also be divided into three steps."
"How to train users? Training a musician, even an apprentice-level musician, requires huge costs."
"No training required, just teach them how to use alchemy equipment to pour ether into the sealed cabin. Even during production, the ether is sealed in and isolated from the molten lead. A simple nesting structure, isn't it?"
Maxim was silent.
For a long time, he put down the pen in his hand dejectedly and sighed softly.
"You convinced me."
He lowered his head: "I am ashamed of my initial contempt for your engineering skills, and I am honored to join this project. According to your idea, we will complete the rest, if there are enough materials. , it will be ready for small-scale installation in about a month.”
"Can you help me?" Charles asked.
Maxim Shop nodded.
"That's great." Charles smiled: "I finally have something to use."
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When Ciel left, silence returned to the entire room.
"Let's all go and go back to do your own thing. Please keep what happened here today a secret." Gaius said: "Someone will conduct relevant inspections on you later. This is a common practice. Please cooperate. And , Maxim stays.”
Soon, the old people left the room under the guidance of special personnel, leaving only Maxim and Gaius in the room.
Maxim was a little uneasy, "Lord Gaius, is there anything else?"
"Just now I thought you had something to say."
Gaius wrapped his coat tightly, stretched out his hand to open the stove ring, and lit the fire: "No one else is here now. You are the earliest engineer of the revolutionary army. If you have anything to say, you can speak directly."
Maxim was silent for a moment and said hoarsely: "I'm not sure whether it's right or wrong to do this."
"Why?"
"It will change this war, my lord."
Maxim replied: "Perhaps, there will be more than just this one... You must have foreseen it, right? Once it is installed, the war will become a complete massacre. Perhaps, the whole world will be shocked. The methods of war from ancient times to the present will also change. Quite different... we will all be damned for it."
"Curse? By whom? By victory?"
Gaius just stared at the flames jumping on the charcoal in the furnace and said casually: "Humans only need to consider human affairs. The rest will be considered by the gods whether they ascend to heaven or be judged in hell. "
Maxim smiled bitterly, lowered his head, and looked at the holy symbol pendant around his neck. The silver holy emblem passed down from the family was tied to the rope, and it shone brightly when rubbed.
"God."
He shook his head and sighed: "I don't know where that kind of thing is."
Gaius smiled, stood up, and patted him on the shoulder:
"Don't be stupid, wasn't he standing in front of you just now?"
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When Ciel returned to his room, he saw Wolf Flute leaning against the stove and drinking.
This guy crossed his legs and heated his feet, and the whole house smelled bad.
"Hey, you're back just in time." Wolf Flute waved to him: "Come on, come on, I just lit the fire, is it freezing outside? You should also have some heat."
Charlotte was immediately overjoyed. He picked up his cotton coat, moved a small stool over, pulled off the heavy boots from his feet, and placed it in front of the stove.
As a result, the air quality in the house began to plummet.
Soon, Langdi’s face turned blue:
"Let's open the window..."
"All right."
Charles was too lazy to get up. He raised his foot and kicked open a gap in the ice-free window. The cold wind howled in and rescued the rat in the corner who was about to be smoked to death.
"You scared those old guys today."
Langdi shook his head and sighed: "That thing... is it really okay? It's the thing that can break a wall..."
"question?"
Ciel looked at him blankly: "Is there any problem?"
"You must have thought about the consequences, Ciel."
Lang Di said: "Although I don't understand mechanical engineering, I can tell just by looking at the drawings that the degree of completion of that thing is too high. It is definitely not a product of temporary inspiration. I'm afraid you have designed it a long time ago, right? You are not the kind of nerd who only knows how to research but not apply. You understand what consequences this thing will have after taking it out, right?"
"I know."
Ciel nodded and lowered his eyes: "Probably many people will die, Wolf Flute, and there will definitely be more in the future, because of me. I am already prepared for this."
Wolf Flute looked away.
"Don't worry, this is my choice." Charles shrugged and chuckled: "The only advantage of being regarded as a divine son is that no one will shout to condemn me, right?"
Langdi didn't answer. He just lay on the chair and looked at the snow drifting in outside the window. After a long time, he suddenly asked: "Does that thing, I mean your design, have a name?"
Ciel thought for a moment and smiled.
"Call it 'Redemption'."