Vivianza's straw man was very sloppy and could barely hang the heavy breastplate.
"I can only fire one more shot. It's very troublesome to make bullets."
After hearing Schliemann's words, Apton gave the order for Vivian to put the chain armor on the scarecrow inside the heavy breastplate.
The straw man was overwhelmed, and Vivian had no choice but to go back to work.
Fortunately, there were two people helping him.
Although Hillpeter and Walter didn't look at each other, and even when they saw Schliemann and Ampton fighting together on the city wall, the two of them were at swordsmanship, but as long as Vivian needs it, these two will Will go and help.
The straw man was done, and the chainmail armor other than the breastplate was hanging down, and was inserted into the back of a city defense ballista.
Schliemann stood a few steps away and pulled the trigger towards the straw man.
Amidst the loud noise, flames erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and a few sparks flashed on the scarecrow's breastplate. The wooden stick inserted under the city defense ballistae broke. The scarecrow rolled over the ballistae, flew over the crenel, and fell outside the city wall.
Hillpeter, who had long seen the power of muskets, released his hands covering his ears. Walter bowed slightly, looking dumbfounded before the battle. Vivian seemed to scream, but the gunshot was too loud and no one heard it. .
Although he had seen the power of this thing at close range, Apton was still shocked by its destructive power. He ran down the city wall, passed through the city gate, and found the almost falling apart scarecrow on the bed of the dry moat outside the city. He squatted on it. Researched there.
There are many dents on the breastplate, and the scarecrow's head is missing. The chainmail has been unbuttoned in several places, and several small holes have been torn out.
He was filled with excitement, as if he had found a missing piece of the puzzle that he had been looking for but never found.
Schliemann was amazed by the strength of Ampton. He had just finished running fifteen kilometers and did not want to move at all. Ampton could still jump up and down, which was really scary.
"Is this thing easy to make?"
"It's inconvenient... I found many blacksmiths to make this barrel, but what they made was completely substandard."
Upton took the musket from Schliemann's hand, like a child carefully picking up a toy in another child's hand.
"Hiss...it's not convenient...then are the other accessories convenient to make?"
Schliemann stared at Apton for a while and said: "I know what you are thinking... You want to mass-produce it and equip it with troops.
But I guess it will be difficult. As far as I know, there is no blacksmith in the entire Valance continent that can produce gun barrels. There is something wrong with your metallurgical technology. "
"Then where did your gun barrel come from?"
"I made it myself, on Masokong Island."
"Why Masokong Island?"
"Actually, it can work anywhere, just the continent of Valance."
"why?"
Ampton held his head and howled like a child whose hope was shattered.
"I want to get a furnace to make steel myself, but someone always reports me...
As soon as I reported it to the damn blacksmith union, someone came and said I was using unlicensed technology for production. While saying that, they even dismantled my stove. There was no way I could do it! "
Ampton looked at the sky and sighed.
"It would be nice if we got to know each other earlier..."
After he finished speaking, the melancholy suddenly disappeared. He grabbed Schlieman's collar and shook it vigorously, as if trying to shake something off Schlieman's body.
"What other inventions do you have! Tell me!"
"Damn it, why did you suddenly go crazy!"
Ampton paused, he thought for a moment, and Schliemann hurriedly stepped aside.
"Hey, can your musket be bigger?"
Schliemann grinned and laughed twice.
"Yes, the projectiles can also be made to explode... You want a cannon, right?"
"Have you done this? That thing is called a cannon, right? Why haven't you seen that thing installed on your ship?"
"I can't make a cannon, my stove is too small.
Let me tell you a word, this word is called industrial system. The world does not have the industrial system to mass-produce these things. Everything has to be made from scratch. The cost is too high for me to do it. "
"You mean, you all have these things?"
"It's something that was used two hundred years ago, and it's no longer needed now."
Apton frowned. He was very conflicted now. He didn't even want to find the Heart of Glory, and he didn't want Schliemann to return to his own world after getting the Timothy Book.
In his eyes, the musket is undoubtedly a weapon for national restoration.
How much does it cost to train a heavy armored soldier? How long does it take to train a knight?
As long as an ordinary person holds such a musket, he can instantly gain the combat power to kill heavy armored soldiers and knights.
How could this make Ampton, who has been obsessed with rejuvenating the country for more than ten generations, calm down?
And there seems to be huge room for improvement in this thing, no, the whole world has huge room for improvement.
Schliemann's words were very clear. They had muskets two hundred years ago, which meant that Schliemann would also make more advanced ones, but he was unable to produce them due to the problems he mentioned in the industrial system.
"Schliemann, why do you have to return to your world?"
Ampton wants to keep Schliemann. If he wants to keep Schliemann, he must find out why he wants to go back.
"Is there any problem with wanting to go home?"
"You can make your home in this world. On Valance Continent Island, you will only live better than returning to your world!"
Schliemann stood up, looked at the outline of the ancient god's descendant, and sighed.
"We don't have this kind of thing..."
He was in a trance for a while, and his body trembled a bit. Ampton quickly pushed him to wake him up.
"Looks like I shouldn't have shot that rocket, that disgusting eye is now exposed."
"There is no way, no one knows what the consequences will be."
Schliemann muttered, and pulled out a red bullet from a slot on his belt. He opened the bolt of the gun, loaded the thumb-thick bullet in, and pulled the trigger toward the sky.
After the loud noise, there was a sharp whistle. Along with this long whistle, the projectile left a slowly spreading red smoke.
The tenant peasant army and the common people who were digging the pit looked towards Schliemann. Schliemann stood at the crenel and shouted: "Dig for ten more minutes! Don't look over there, or you will die if you look at it!"
Apton watched in surprise as Schliemann withdrew his head from the crenel and stuffed bullets into the barrel of the gun as if nothing had happened.
"Didn't you say it was very strenuous?"
"Ah, making bullets is troublesome, but I didn't say loading them is also troublesome..."
"you you……"
Ampton has been waiting for you for a long time without you coming up with an answer. He has now completely given up on the original idea of killing Schliemann. What he is thinking about now is how to make Schlieman available to him.
The pit was almost dug, and it was more like a trench than a pit.
In order to reduce the chance of being bypassed, the trench was dug thirty meters long. After all, no one could guarantee whether the monster with tentacles and big eyes could detect the existence of the trap.
