"Is this the legendary cannon?" Mo Bai stared at the painting on the paper for a long time, looking at Mag with a slightly strange expression. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that this thing didn't look serious, and it didn't look very serious. There is no way to imagine how to use this thing to throw things.
When Mag heard this, he also stared at the paper for a while. He hadn't touched the drawings for many years and had already degenerated into a soul painter. There was indeed something about this nonsense... it was hard to say.
"This is a sketch. Let me draw you a more detailed schematic." Mag turned a page with a calm expression, sat upright, and started drawing seriously on the paper with the pencil in his hand.
What Mag drew for Mo Bai was a cannon with the simplest principle. It was almost the same as the red cannon in the late Qing Dynasty. It had a big barrel and a front-loading filling method. The principle was simple and it was relatively easy to manufacture.
Of course, the most important thing is that the more advanced artillery Mag doesn't know much about it, so asking him to draw the schematic diagram is really difficult for him.
It wouldn't be a problem if he was asked to draw the schematic diagram of a firearm. He was familiar with that stuff.
However, the difficulty of manufacturing firearms is not comparable to that of ordinary artillery. Various craftsmanship requirements are extremely high. It is much more difficult to make a highly lethal firearm than to make a simple artillery. It is correct to start with the simple one. opening method.
After all, he was a man with an academic background and could draw internal combustion engine drawings with his bare hands. When he got serious, drawing a simple artillery schematic diagram was naturally not a problem.
"The principle of artillery is actually very simple, but its lethality mainly depends on the explosive enclosed in a sealed iron ball. The energy released at the moment of explosion determines whether the bomb can kill a giant dragon. As for the specific principle... ..." While Mag was drawing, he explained to Mo Bai the principle of how artillery can eject shells in a simple and easy-to-understand way.
Mo Bai also gradually became convinced from his doubts at the beginning, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his expression became more and more admiring, as if he had been opened to a new world.
"The specific principle is probably this. When making a cannon, the core and most critical thing is the strength of the cannon body. This determines the effective range of the cannon. You are a blacksmith and you should know this better than me." Mag put down With the pen in his hand, three pieces of standard fire paper have appeared on the paper, and even the manufacturing process has been marked in detail.
"Boss Mai, you must be a genius." Mo Bai stared at the drawings for a while, then looked up at Mag, his eyes full of admiration.
Mag's cooking skills had conquered his stomach, and the genius idea he was showing now completely convinced him.
If the explosive he accidentally tested was a novel discovery, then Mag's current idea is to directly and feasibly utilize this novel thing.
Using the huge energy generated when gunpowder burns violently to push the projectile-shaped explosives to fly out, using a semi-enclosed long tubular barrel to create a confined space, and at the same time allowing the cannonball to have a controllable running direction, what a genius idea!
"I'm not a genius, I just know a little bit more." Mag smiled and shook his head. It seemed that Mo Bai understood what he meant. As for how much artillery he could produce, it was not Mag's need to worry. Okay, how to get a cannon barrel that meets the standards will probably take a lot of time.
And nothing can be done until the problem of gunpowder stability is solved.
As a man who could make his own bullets, Mag actually had a lot of knowledge about the ratio of gunpowder, but Mo Bai's method of adding Warcraft crystal core powder to gunpowder to increase the power of the explosive was simply a black technology.
This made Magson stop the urge to make suggestions. Without the limitations of fixed thinking, he might really be able to come up with a terrifyingly powerful explosive.
This is a different world after all, and bullets made from ordinary gunpowder may not even be able to break through ordinary monsters. This is why Mag feels that even if thermal weapons appear in this world, it will be difficult to change the world structure. After all, a powerful fire magic A division is better than an artillery piece.
But the magic crystal gunpowder that Mo Bai had produced before made Magg see some possibility. Whether it was a powerful bomb or using them in firearms, after a huge concentrated burst of energy, it might really be possible to have an impact on the giant dragon. threaten.
"It is cast in one piece and needs to be able to withstand the same level of explosion as before. It is indeed not a simple matter to make such a gun body, but I will study it carefully." Mo Bai put away the two papers on the table. , stood up and looked at Mag and said solemnly grateful.
"You're welcome, but I still hope that future experiments related to explosions will not be done at home, otherwise it will be a little unsafe to live nearby." Mag smiled and shook his head, not forgetting to remind him again.
According to the principle of gradual suicide attempt, the degree of suicide attempt will gradually increase with each attempt to commit suicide. Mag does not want to be blown up to the sky in his sleep one day.
"No, not anymore." Mo Bai waved his hand quickly.
"Boss Mo Bai? Are you still alive?" At this moment, an energetic call came from outside.
"The house repairers are here, Boss Mai. I'll go first. I'm really sorry about what happened today." Mo Bai glanced at the door and said apologetically.
"Okay." Mag nodded and didn't say anything more. After all, they were neighbors, and Mo Bai was the first guest in the restaurant.
"The magic cannon might be interesting." Mag looked at Mo Bai's back as he went out, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, suddenly looking forward to the scene where Mo Bai pulled a cannon and knocked down the giant dragon in the sky with one shot. .
Putting away the notebooks and cups on the table, Mag turned and walked towards the kitchen, put on an apron, and began to prepare various ingredients for breakfast.
When holding the kitchen knife, Mag felt that his entire right hand felt a little numb from between the fingers to his shoulder. Last night's high-intensity training still had some impact on the body, but the benefits were obvious. The body's sensitivity and response were all improved. improve.
After making two cuts, Mag suddenly stopped, looked at the kitchen knife in his hand, and then at the chicken legs on the chopping board, and thought to himself: "The most repeated thing every day now is cutting and cooking. Every action is repeated. Thousands of times, if you can incorporate sword training into it, wouldn’t you be able to kill two birds with one stone?”
"Cut." Mag took half a step back, muttered softly, and swung down the kitchen knife in his hand. The chicken leg was broken in response to the knife, and the cut was smooth, leaving only a shallow knife mark on the chopping board.
"It's not bad, but the control of strength needs to be strengthened." Mag nodded slightly, and swung the kitchen knife out again, faster and faster, and the chicken turned into small diamond-shaped cubes under the knife.
The angle and strength of the sword are a little different from before, but as time goes by, the deliberateness at the beginning gradually becomes more proficient, and the speed is getting faster and faster. You can almost only see a golden light flashing, and one by one. The whole chicken drumstick becomes small uniform pieces.
