Wang Meng filtered the technology tree inside the black technology workshop, and then nodded: "There is basically no problem, but it is not possible to achieve large-scale mass production yet."
"How much can you do per month now?"
"About 30 to 50 pieces. The synthesis of individual compounds is unstable."
"ok, take your time first, I'll run away first."
"..."
After the words ended, Li Mingda's projection disappeared from his side.
Wang Meng looked around at the pile of trial firearms, his eyes full of helplessness.
According to his initial thoughts, nothing could withstand one round of a large-caliber anti-material weapon. As long as you make a few Barretts or something, Datang can completely push through with its own military strength.
What kind of spiritual energy can be revived now? Xiu Xian asked, asking Wang Meng to change the technology tree designed for the development of the Tang Dynasty many times.
Think about what I said before, shoot high and level, there is nothing that can't be solved by one RPG.
It seemed like everything was gone.
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It's not like I haven't tried to struggle, first of all with the so-called inscriptions carved on the Tang Dynasty armor. The penetration of small-caliber firearms has caused considerable resistance, so that now it can only be done with a caliber of .50 or above.
Since the craftsmanship and technology of gunpowder cannot achieve the effect of modern chemical gunpowder, in fact, 0.50 or something cannot achieve the modern armor-piercing effect it should have.
One thing in particular was that Wang Meng knew that senior generals could use Wushuang, and he once asked Wei Yan to help him try it.
When a normal firearm is hit, it will pop out as if it hits some kind of shield.
If there is some spiritual energy revival coming.
Those people probably broke the speed of sound with their physical bodies. If the physical body alone could break the speed of sound, its strength would be beyond your imagination.
Worry...
When Li Mingda left Wang Meng, he didn't rush back to the imperial study, but directly projected onto the territory of a certain red firebird.
Projection completed
Looking at the circles of red and colorful room decorations, Li Mingda glanced around to find his target.
"What are you here for?"
"Xiao Hong"
"Hey, why are you looking for me if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"
"Just come and take a look when I have nothing to do."
"I don't believe it"
"Oh well"
Looking at the other party's innocent eyes, Li Mingda spread his hands helplessly: "Is the spiritual energy tide coming?"
Phoenix nodded with bulging red eyes: "Yes, the tide is coming."
Sure enough, Li Mingda felt that he still seemed to have many difficulties. The Mingzun Holy Cult he created had brought down the status of all the gods and Buddhas. Will they take revenge on themselves?
Perhaps seeing Li Mingda's concerns, Phoenix Xiaohong continued in that plain, especially robotic voice: "Are you worried that the departed gods will come back?"
"Yes, after all we have done a lot of things."
"Don't worry so much. They ran very far when their spiritual energy was exhausted last time. Those who didn't run far don't have the ability to come back."
What
After Li Mingda started thinking, he suddenly thought of something.
The so-called system behind him, as well as all kinds of time-travelers popping up in the world.
Feelings mean that you think too much.
"Xiaohong, you should take Xiaoyan to Chang'an City in a few days."
"Yes, I feel the incense breath of my god, which is very beneficial to my current state."
Speaking of Xiaoyan, Li Mingda looked at the empty room: "Where is Xiaoyan?"
"She is practicing at my altar. Even if those people don't come back, the troubles caused by the cats and dogs hiding in the local area will bother us."
Cats and dogs?
Another new clue.
wrong
Li Mingda remembered the strange octopus-like creature he had blown away with cannonballs in Asan's area.
"Are there any octopuses, giant monkeys, salmon, turtles, etc.?"
Phoenix Xiaohong nodded slightly: "Yes, most of them are weak guys, and the rest are lazy."
This Li Mingda understands that the weak cannot run away, and they are too lazy to move.
Li Mingda looked at Fenghuang Xiaohong: "Then why didn't you leave?"
"My true body is gone too, this is just my clone."
"Ha, have you ever said you were a clone before?"
"Ha, you didn't even ask us."
Recalling the conversation between the two people, it seems that what the other party said was indeed correct.
Li Mingda only asked about the other party's identity, not whether he was the real person.
"So is your clone powerful?"
Phoenix Xiaohong shook his head: "This is the weakest one I left behind."
…
It seems that his dream of riding a phoenix to kill everyone is gone. Li Mingda covered his forehead and sighed: "My plan to pretend to be fake failed. Xiaohong, how many clones have you had?"
Phoenix Xiaohong shook his head and said: "I don't know. According to the memory given by the main body, it seems that I will be assigned there when I get there."
"Infinite clones?"
"No, the clone needs enough energy."
energy?
Li Mingda was speechless. There were so many stars in the outer universe. As a fire spirit, he still had to work so hard to find energy?
The one inside pointed to the sun outside: "There are many stars outside, but you still lack energy?"
"The fire of the sun is too strong. It is not easy to absorb. It needs to be taken little by little."
Pull it down
Sure enough, this Phoenix is not simple
What is not easy to absorb, it takes little by little.
That means to be able to absorb it, start slowly, just like the stronger your strength is, the faster it is absorbed.
It's like playing a game and leveling up.
Too bad
It was obviously an ordinary historical plot, but it turned into martial arts, then into martial arts, and then into immortality.
this
Li Mingda felt that it must be the thief in the system who was behind it to increase the difficulty for him, otherwise it would be easy to conquer the world according to his own power.
If one day I could catch that guy, I would cut it up and feed it to the turtle.
Not wanting Xiao Hong to hit him too hard, Li Mingda chatted with Xiao Hong for a while, then said goodbye to her and returned to the imperial study.
The small charcoal stove was still burning. I took out the big kidney from the food box on the side and grilled it while looking at the territory of the Tang Dynasty.
Get rid of some small tasks that are going smoothly, and pay attention to the situation on the border of Datang.
After waiting for Big Kidney to lose, he ate a few bites and then wiped his mouth and went to sleep on his own royal pillow, Xiaobai.
Holding his soft little white in his arms, Li Mingda closed his eyes and went to sleep with satisfaction.
Time is like Oscar, running rapidly in an uncertain direction.
After a series of editing processes, the promotional video for the Dachao Conference was completed.
Li Mingda looked at the final version and Lin Dong, who was laughing.
reach out
Hold down
Just hit Lin Dong's butt a few times.
"Xiao Dongzi, you are indeed dishonest. Is this your final version?"
Rubbing his spanked butt, Lin Dong grinned and said, "Don't worry, boss, this is just the release version, we also have the director's cut here."
After watching the second so-called director's cut
Li Mingda nodded with satisfaction: "Xiao Dongzi, it's really unreasonable for you not to receive a beating."
To be continued
