"Okay! That's enough!" Tang Mo loudly stopped the two sides' attempts to fight for their lives, and clapped his hands to stop the fight: "This is just a joke, don't get angry!"
Tang Mo didn't really want to let the two of them decide the winner. He just found a reason to give away the first-generation revolver that was no longer so important.
He walked between Tiger and Wes and threw the revolver that had killed people to Wes: "It's yours!"
Weiss subconsciously caught the pistol thrown by Tang Mo, and was ecstatic the moment he caught it. He carefully examined the weapon in his hand, and no longer cared about Tiger who was rubbing his nose over there.
"Don't take it too seriously. I know you are an officer. Leading troops in battle is your specialty. Single combat is a bit overkill for you." Tang Mo looked at Tiger, who was covering his nose, and comforted him.
"I know I lost. If I lose, I lose." Tiger let go of the hand that was rubbing his nose, and Tang Mo saw that the bridge of his nose was already bruised.
It seemed that Weiss's punch was very heavy and there was no mercy at all. Tang Mo couldn't help but despise Weiss. The behavior of calling others in the face during a fight was indeed a bit shameless.
"I will make some revolvers like this as soon as possible and send them to the Earl." Tang Mo said with a smile: "When the time comes, I will also leave one for you."
"Thank you, thank you..." Tiger was a little frustrated at first, but when he heard Tang Mo say this, he didn't know what to say for a moment.
Indeed, as Tang Mo said, he is better at leading soldiers into battle, making correct decisions on the smoke-filled battlefield, and tenaciously fighting for the final victory with the enemy. Although he is very strong in such a personal fight,
But it is indeed overkill.
For a moment, he felt a sense of confidant towards Tang Mo. But soon, his attention returned to the pistol that could fire continuously.
He really wanted to know, on the battlefield, if a unit could fire six times in a row after rushing into the enemy's position, what kind of panic would it cause to the enemy.
Even he, an old officer who had been on the battlefield, could not imagine such a scene. Anyway, in his understanding, if he faced an enemy who could fire continuously at close range, he would definitely be afraid and retreat.
At this moment, he was even sure that Count Fischerot had won the next war! Because Tang Mo's weapons had completely changed the pattern of war!
Taking the revolver from Tang Mo's hand, Weiss's face showed a smile again. He stroked the cold body of the gun with his hand, and for a moment he felt that he was the most powerful person in the world.
"Come to my office later and I will teach you how to reload it. It is very valuable and needs maintenance and oiling, otherwise it may get stuck." Tang Mo reminded you.
At this time, Weiss came to his senses and realized that he actually didn't know how to use such a mysterious weapon.
"You come too!" Tang Mo looked at Tiger again and invited: "You have to learn it anyway, so I won't teach you a second time."
Now this revolver is not a simple and easy-to-use finished product like a revolver, it is just a semi-finished product now!
New gadgets such as flash caps and paper-cased fixed-loading ammunition have subverted the previous flintlock system, but they have also brought many new problems.
If you want this revolver to make a move at a critical moment, the preparatory work is actually very important. It cannot be taken out and fired casually, but must be carefully prepared before the battle before it can be effective!
The split flash cap is buckled on the bomb nest and is very easy to fall off, so the flash cap basically needs to be buckled behind the bomb nest shortly before the battle breaks out.
The paper-cased fixed-loading ammunition also needs to be loaded carefully and compacted with the built-in lever under the barrel to ensure that the bullet can be fixed in the magazine and fired when needed.
All in all, this was a very troublesome matter. Tang Mo also practiced in his office for a long time before he mastered this complicated set of pre-war operations.
Tang Mo, who was halfway there, seemed to remember something again, and said to the two of them: "You go first, I have something to say to Roger."
He looked at the backs of the two people and sighed to Old Roger beside him: "Both of them are very powerful."
Tang Mo, who had also experienced a life-and-death fight, and who hung his head on his waistband to earn a living before time travel, could naturally see that Tiger and Weiss, even in his time, could definitely be considered rare.
A ruthless character at first sight.
But among such people, one has already pledged his allegiance to others, while the loyalty of the other is still questionable, so Tang Mo felt more and more that he really lacked some available people.
There is absolutely no question about Roger's loyalty, but in terms of combat effectiveness, he is definitely no match for Wes or Tiger.
This feeling of having his own life and safety in the hands of others made Tang Mo, a hero in his previous life, feel very unhappy. If he wanted to change the current situation, he must at least build a more loyal team.
"Yes." Roger nodded, not knowing what Tang Mo wanted to say.
"The more powerful they are, the more controlled we are by others." Tang Mo said something straightforward in front of old Roger.
"When you say that...it's true." Roger nodded slightly in agreement, then looked at Tang Mo: "What do you want to do?"
"The people we have used before, those with good character and high loyalty..." Tang Mo said and looked at Roger: "Can we get them back?"
"A few of them are still making a living in Bunas, so it should be fine." Roger said with certainty, "Loew, Bernard, and Joey should all be there."
"Get them back as much as possible, and then select some young people with clean backgrounds. We should also strengthen the defense force of the workshop." Tang Mo said, and after he finished speaking, he emphasized again: "It belongs to us.
the power of!"
Old Roger was thoughtful, and then nodded again: "Okay, leave it to me!"
Tang Mo did not look at Roger again, but went straight to his office, where Tiger and Weiss were waiting for him. He also wanted to talk to these two people about his plan.
The workshop has established its own armed force. Weiss, as Tang Mo's current personal bodyguard, naturally has to inform him; Tiger, as the current commander of the workshop's defense force, naturally also needs to inform him.
There is no way, the workshop is so big in total, recruiting more than a dozen people at once, and training in shooting and fighting, there is definitely no way to hide it from anyone.
So Tang Mo felt that it would be more appropriate to tell everyone openly and openly so that everyone could understand and not make random suspicions.
…
The days passed like this, and the workshop was changing rapidly due to the efforts of Tang Mo and everyone else.
The second steam engine was assembled. This steam engine consumed all of Tang Mo's wealth and also increased Tang Mo's production speed to an incredible level.
With these two steam engines as power, the ten machines were mechanically linked, making parts manufacturing faster and more convenient. Dozens of workers gathered around the machine tools every day, studying how to operate these new equipment.
After leaving the second steam engine and returning to his office, Tang Mo washed his face with cold water and asked Roger who was following him: "Uncle Roger, what happened to the person I asked you to find?"
How are you doing?"
There is a well in the workshop and a set of canvas equipment for collecting rainwater. If it rains, the workers will set up the equipment like an upside-down tent to store rainwater.
There is no way, because it is close to the seaside, and the groundwater here is not so delicious. This is determined by the geographical environment.
Tang Mo is already used to the smell of the water here. After all, there are no high-end and elegant things like water purification equipment these days.
Moreover, there was no real toothpaste in this era, so many people’s teeth looked like ghosts.
Tang Mo found some broken promises and used the ancient method of cleaning the mouth. He was going to get himself some toothpaste. After all, he could find information, but he had no information and could only endure it for the time being.
This is not a convenient era, because there are still many things that Tang Mo is familiar with that have not appeared in this era.
And Tang Mo, a businessman with little capital, couldn't immediately turn what he had in his hands into reality - he had a steam engine, but in a short period of time, he didn't even dare to think about something that was closely related to steam engines like trains!
Where did he get the steel to lay the rails? Where did he get the large number of sleepers? How did he ensure that the rails laid on the ground would not be directly poached and sold for money by people who are crazy about poverty in this era?
There is no solution to a series of problems, so for Tang Mo, maybe a car is more suitable for him now than a train.
Roger threw the dirty gloves on the chair beside him, found another chair and sat down, and said to Tang Mo: "To be honest, I don't know many rangers, but when I was with your father,
Those who travel all over the world still have a few acquaintances."
"They all worked with your father before. You know, after all, in a place like a weapons production workshop, there are not many caregivers, so it will definitely not work." He smiled mockingly, leaning on the chair, as if
It's remembering.
Tang Mo also knew that there were indeed several "security guards" in the workshop before. They usually looked after the house in the workshop to prevent anyone from causing trouble. When there was business, they protected the goods and were responsible for transporting them. It was a bit similar at this time.
Escort.
However, these people all left when the business in the workshop was not good. After all, they were not production workers, so they were of little use when the business was not good.