The soldiers who heard this order obviously became active. This is their favorite training project. Continuously firing with new muskets is definitely an outlet for them to relieve stress.
What could be more exciting for them to fire two consecutive volleys? After cleaning the barrels of their guns, these soldiers stood at attention, waiting for the order to start the drill.
Therefore, after these soldiers picked up the K1 guns according to the procedures they were familiar with before, everything entered their favorite state.
They pulled the trigger and fired a wonderful volley. Then the soldiers put down their rifles again. Their movements were not coherent, but they started cleaning the barrels of the guns extremely quickly.
Soon, they stuffed the paper-cased fixed-loading ammunition into the gun chamber again, then pushed the bolt and completely closed the gun chamber.
When the soldiers picked up their weapons again, Alice frowned: everything happened so fast that it made her feel a little dazed.
As the daughter of Count Fischereau, she had naturally seen muskets. Not only had she seen those exquisite flintlock muskets, but she also used them frequently.
As the "little princess" of Northridge, she loves hunting and often hunts large animals such as grizzly bears, reindeer and wild boars with her own hands.
Therefore, of course she knew very well how many complicated steps it took to load a flintlock gun, and of course she also knew how long it took to prepare a flintlock gun into a ready-to-fire state.
When these soldiers fired the first shot, she didn't find anything strange, so she thought that the so-called new weapons were some damn businessman who used some means to deceive her father.
But when these soldiers quickly finished loading and picked up their weapons again, she realized that there might really be a new type of weapon appearing in this world.
Not Cyric! Not the new weapon developed by that damn, bone-crushing Cyric consortium!
"Bang!" Another row of gunshots echoed over the school grounds. Alice stared at the soldiers who had finished shooting and began to clean the barrels of their guns, as if thinking about something.
"Let them fight again!" Suddenly, Alice opened her red lips and ordered to the commander in the distance.
The commander glanced at Count Fischereau and saw the latter nodded. Then he raised his hand again and loudly gave the shooting order: "Load!"
After hearing his order, these soldiers once again started to move excitedly. They opened the barrel of the gun and began to carefully clean the remaining residue inside.
Soon, faster than expected, Alice once again saw these soldiers picking up their weapons and pointing at the target in the distance.
"Bang!" Another burst of intensive gunshots echoed in the school grounds and did not dissipate for a long time.
Alice looked at Fischereau and asked seriously: "If our army were replaced with such weapons, would we be able to win the upcoming war?"
"There is no doubt! Our opponents will be surprised and defeated. In just one battle, I may be able to enter the Kingdom of Sussus..." Fisherot said confidently to his daughter: "Beiling will be protected.
The suffering of war.”
"It's worth the money..." Alice muttered, then walked towards the soldiers who were waiting for orders.
She stretched out her white hand, took the K1 rifle from a soldier, and saw the exaggerated and fancy metal patterns embedded on it. She brushed her fingers over these patterns, only feeling the finely polished
It's so smooth, there's not even the slightest undulation.
To be honest, these decorative patterns came from the computer reference pictures in Tang Mo's mind, and they were naturally extremely gorgeous - this aesthetic standard must have exceeded the average level in this world, and it made people like them just by looking at them.
This gun was the specially decorated sample that Tang Mo demonstrated to the noble gentlemen before. Of course, Tang Mo also left it in Beiling.
Fischereau did not treasure this prototype gun, but regarded it as the same thing and distributed it to his men for training.
"Which idiot wastes so much time on decoration?" Alice raised her head, looked at Fisherow who came to her, and asked in a bad tone: "Does he know how much more it will cost?
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"Ha, ha ha..." Fischereau smiled. He knew his daughter very well. She was capable and direct, and she was the successor he had trained.
If Ronin Alice were a boy, she would definitely be the heir to Northridge. Even now Fisherow could consider handing over Northridge to her and letting her take over the power.
It is a pity that Alice is a girl and she will eventually get married. Fisherow has to consider whether his son-in-law has the ability to take over part of the power of Beiling.
"No way, he has sold his new gun to nobles like Baron Stella before." After explaining for Tang Mo, Fischerot took the old sample gun from his daughter's hand.
He handed it to the soldier beside him.
"Has he promoted it to others?" Almost instantly, Alice considered the issue of confidentiality, and then she seemed to have thought of something, and her brows relaxed before they were completely furrowed.
She looked at several other K1 guns and found that there were no decorations. She nodded: "That's right. Those short-sighted idiots will not cause trouble for themselves. They will turn a blind eye, especially now."
"Tell me about this weapons dealer." Alice looked at her father, batting her eyelashes on her big eyes with a smile.
"His name is Tang Mo. He is only a little older than you. He is a very handsome young man. He has black hair and black eyes. He is probably a criminal from the other side of the sea..." Earl Fisherot told his daughter
He remembered a young man whom he had only met once.
As they talked, they walked towards the earl's mansion not far away. The earl signaled that the training should continue normally, and the officer in charge of the training behind him began to organize replacements.
It is already a very luxurious thing for a group of soldiers to fire so many shots in a row. Bullets cost money, and this series of shots is really not cheap!
Because Tang Mo's bullets are more complicated to produce and more expensive than flintlock bullets. Every bullet is made of real money, and one shot will make the not-so-rich Count Fischereau physically ache!
Along the way, the count talked about some things that happened when he met Tang Mo, and talked about their cooperation: "We signed a contract, and he felt that he could provide me with more than 1,000 K1s like this within half a year.
Type fast gun."
"Do you promise to support him?" Alice, who had returned to the room, turned her head, touched her ponytail with her hand, and asked casually.
"Yes, I have no reason to refuse." Fischereau nodded.
"He has almost nothing and is not qualified to be our ally." Alice gave a more pertinent evaluation.
Fischereau smiled fondly at this smart daughter, shrugged his shoulders and said: "If he can fulfill his promise, he will definitely be an ally worthy of our support."
"The premise is that he can fulfill his promise..." Alice shook her head: "Without a huge workshop with more than 3,000 people, how could he create more than 1,000 new guns for you in such a short period of time?
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"Tiger's reply to me was that he had developed a machine that could rotate all the time, which should be able to speed up the production of weapons," the count said.
"Waterwheel? Windmill?" After all, Alice was from this era, and she certainly couldn't immediately guess something as strange as a steam engine.
"I don't know. Tiger didn't go into detail in his letter, but Matthews is with him. Technically, Matthews will definitely not be deceived... Since they said that, this interesting little guy Tang Mo must have
What's so special about it?" Fischereau touched his nose and explained the matter as clearly as possible.
"You even sent Matthews out?" Alice sighed, seeming a little helpless about her father's actions.
But she quickly cheered up, looked at Fischereau, and asked tentatively: "Is there a possibility...that we send someone to bring that guy and his technology to Beiling?"
Looking at his daughter who wanted to help Beiling maximize her profits, the earl hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "This... is not easy."
Alice also understands the truth that forceful melons are not sweet. Let’s not even talk about whether they can use force to kidnap Tang Mo to Beiling, but if they really capture him, what if the other party is unwilling to cooperate? An opportunity has been ruined in vain.
Choice, turning allies into enemies, is not in Beiling's interests.
So Alice gave up the plan to capture the person and said with some regret: "Okay! Okay! You didn't even notice that old dwarf Matthews. There is no hope of going to Port Bunas to rob someone and come back."
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He knew his father. The upright Earl would definitely not want to do such a thing. If he really wanted to do this, he would not be able to let the skilled old dwarf Matthews go.
"Hehe... my daughter still understands me." Fischereau didn't mind flattering his daughter and nodded in agreement.
Alice sighed helplessly and said: "Then we can only think of a solution from other places."
"What else...is there anything else I can do?" Fischereau was worried that his daughter would think of another off-the-table trick and asked in a daze.
"My father... If you are willing to come by yourself, I will really go back to the copper mine to hunt." Alice was not polite at all, looking at her father and asked.
"Oh, no, no, no, it's up to you to do this. I feel more at ease." Fischereau immediately waved his hand and followed suit.
"Deduct the taxes that will be sent to the King's City in a few days, and have someone send a letter to the King's City to tell His Majesty the King that we will have enough money to pay taxes next spring." Alice's face was ruthless, looking cute and fierce.
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Halfway through Fischereau's words, his voice became softer and softer, but his eyes became brighter and brighter: "But we clearly..."
He is not a stupid person, so he does not think that withholding a portion of the tax is something that cannot be done at this time.
Alice nodded: "If we don't owe His Majesty the King, we owe it to Tang Mo... Since you think it's not good to owe Tang Mo, then we can only owe His Majesty the King! Father!"
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