"Maybe."
The warlord said.
He had never seen the legendary necromancer take action on the battlefield.
Even the corpses he resurrected were enough to give them a headache.
The complex expression on the warlord's face was captured by the engineering warlock.
Sure enough, if the Ratmen want to win, they need a cheap weapon that can increase the exchange ratio.
After thinking about it, it turned out to be a flamethrower.
There is currently no research on this aspect in the Skry clan.
Considering the similar products of the dwarves in the future, it seems that the Skaven flamethrower belongs to the category that was originally stolen by Skulli and will be investigated if it is stolen again.
"I don't even know if the dwarves have flamethrowers, so I have to make them from scratch. With these few men and horses, I can't maintain my skills if I make them. I still won't do it."
Eski thought.
There are still a few decades left, so there is no need to insist on letting the rat people win quickly, as long as they save their own lives, it is enough.
Raising his hand to signal the warlord to leave, the engineer warlock spent a lot of time waiting for the team full of wounded to slowly give way to the passage.
By the time he realized it, the replica screaming bell next to the parliament had already been ringing.
The slave rat pushed the supply truck and made a squeaking and hypnotic sound. The engineering warlock spoke before the wizard fell asleep.
"I need soldiers, Hecate. Will you help me train them? It'll also help you improve your Skaven language."
"You just got me pregnant, and then you asked me to train soldiers?"
Wu Ling's fingers pressed on the literacy textbook, denting the leather cover that had been kept quite flat by the clerk's care.
"Then it seems like you're in good spirits. There's no need to worry about you getting hit hard or anything like that."
The engineering warlock who was asking for trouble changed the topic and saw the scribe again.
"Book-copying thing, no, clerk, what's your name."
"Alsace."
"Varied…"
The engineering warlock was silent for a moment and then said.
"Help me calculate the minimum number of slave rats needed in the entire factory. Except for the minimum number, the rest will be upgraded to clan rats."
"Yes, yes, my master."
The clerk bowed his head and retreated, hiding among the team.
In an atmosphere of silence, the engineering warlock returned to the forging workshop where he lived in the factory area.
Here is a drafting table with enough complete optical instruments and drawings that he had sent from other factories of the Skry clan before the meeting.
After such a level of petty theft has become a fait accompli, no one with level 1 engineering warlock will come to inquire, and Esky doesn't think anyone will care about it to this extent.
The green and whitish light of the two warpstone electric lamps illuminated the paper on the table. Reading through the observer for a long time would have a negative impact on the ratman's vision.
Eski sometimes paused, sometimes thought, and listed what he needed in his writing using his own special code words.
There are a total of eleven workshops in the three factories, two of which are power workshops. Each workshop also has additional power generation equipment that Eski saw yesterday, leaving five forging workshops, two carpentry workshops, a charcoal making workshop and a blowing workshop. Manufacturing workshop.
There are a total of nineteen original forging machines consisting of 1.69-ton forging hammers, which can produce about two hundred rough breastplates and about one hundred refined pieces every day, with a scrap rate of about 50%.
Since there is no heat treatment workshop here, what comes out of the forging workshop is already a finished product.
The main enhancements in strength and other aspects depend on the runes carved by the mages.
Soldiers from inferior clans are very lucky to be able to use new equipment without rust or scars. However, only warlords from large or small clans can afford these equipment engraved with runes.
But these workshops are clearly not enough.
In order to gain the protection of the Horned Rat and reduce the chaotic corruption of serial numbers outside the Skaven Demon City, the number of workshops must be increased by at least two.
The number of forging machines must also be increased, at least two13.
The blowing workshop is really not of much use. In the rat society, glass products are mainly used as pleasure tools for the upper class and experimental tools for mages.
However, Eski still couldn't stand the wasteful thing of dismantling production lines, even though these production lines were older than any worker in the factory.
While he was thinking, slaves came and went behind him, moving something aside.
Only then did Eski remember that except when he came back from the previous duel, he had slightly improved the safety of the production line and then started the production line again.
Although he has not yet understood the specific details.
Turning around, the slave carried a piece of completed breastplate and stacked it on a wooden shelf with something separated by a layer. The number on the breastplate was written in reddish-brown ink.
"That serial number, 6561? Are there special personnel to collect these special serial numbers?"
the engineer warlock asked the scribe.
Previously, Eski was only in Skaven Mordor and did not know the industrial ecology outside Skaven Mordor.
"Of course, great engineering warlock, these sequences of goods are all used to provide those small clans."
The clerk replied and continued to write something on the small table beside him.
Equipment with Chaos Corruption is provided to small clans who won't survive long on the battlefield anyway?
It was a win-win situation. The Skryre clan got rid of the problematic equipment, and the small clan got equipment that might be enhanced. At the same time, it became cannon fodder for the Skryre clan. Skryre won twice.
For weapons and equipment, I only charged ten times the cost before. Am I being too conscientious? Esky fell into deep thought.
This useless thinking was quickly stopped, and the engineering warlock continued the more important work before.
Usually, it would not take more than half a month for the Ratmen to go out after receiving the order. In such a short period of time, Eski needed to improve the combat capabilities of his only small force as much as possible.
The current clan rats and slaves are backward and dilapidated from all aspects.
We need heavy infantry but not heavy infantry, we need long-range firepower but there is no long-range firepower.
The combat effectiveness of the entire army depends entirely on this heroic unit, plus at most one Witch Spirit.
One "underground panther", a mantis-like creature called Tregal, could wipe out hundreds of them.
At least they have to have enough armor and cannons.
The boring machines needed for modern artillery can be developed. After all, that thing is from Leonardo da Vinci's era, but like the flamethrower, it is better to give up at this stage.
The current rat army does not need to engage in such delicate processing.
In the view of engineering warlocks, it is enough to thicken the wall of the gun barrel and mix a little bit of warpstone powder into the gunpowder.
"A gun-making workshop."
Writing down a list of what he needed in code, Esky pinched his beard. In order to make up the number 13, he also needed a workshop.
As soon as he slapped his forehead, he suddenly noticed something.
"A paint shop can produce more white paint. That stuff dries quickly."
The elite troops in this world always have to be painted, such as Quick's Red Guards who wear crimson steel armor, and the Black Guards who wear full black armor.
Using white paint, which was the most difficult to use in the world in the past, maybe there will be a bonus, right?
The engineering warlock's tail was wagging, even though he knew that this idea was just his personal fantasy.
