Chapter 283 Some people are dead, but they are more valuable than living people!
Chapter 283 Some people are dead, but they are more valuable than the living!
How to put it this way, making gunpowder weapons has technical content and can be made with local methods, but if it does not have technical content, the heavy artillery carefully designed by the arsenal is the work of countless people. Chen Mo can't say anything about gun manufacturing.
He is proficient, but can be regarded as a master, but he still has to take out his mobile phone when rubbing his hands with the cannon.
Of course, it’s not just checking online. When he was in college, Chen Mo joined a novel group called Terra Imperial City Security Command. The leader of the group was a street writer. He was very talented and tall. He was 1.88 meters tall and his appearance was about the same as Peng Yuyan’s.
It was almost the same, but because he was on the street, his subscriptions were bleak, and he hadn't even touched a girl's hand in his twenties. At that time, Chen Mo felt that the other party was pitiful. In addition to subscribing, he also voted for the other party from time to time to encourage him.
In addition to the talented group leader, this group also has many big guys, all of whom are talented and well-spoken. They spread seeds to the group whenever they have something to do.
Chen Mo crossed a long row of license plate numbers, and after skipping over light infantry tactics, nuclear explosion bunker construction, and other world hegemony guides, he finally found the document he was looking for.
Muzzleloader gun casting principle.txt has been downloaded
This thing should be considered together with the Guide to Conflict in Another World. There are many other things related to agricultural production and industrial manufacturing, but the number of downloads is very few, which is less than a fraction of the Japanese teacher's art film about virtue and art.
Chen Mo guessed that maybe not many of the brothers in the group had traveled to another world, or maybe they were hit too quickly by dump trucks, so they didn't have time to download. Unlike him, he was prepared for everything. You see,
Just use this!
Led by Chen Mo, who transformed into an artillery forger, the dwarves of Gushan transformed into steel workers, built a small blast furnace directly behind the camp, and then smelted the metal scavenged from the battlefield.
Thanks to Brother Sauron, the armor he forged in a volcanic furnace for his Orc army was ugly, but the quality was not bad. It was enough to peel off the armor from tens of thousands of corpses for use!
The soldiers of Gondor were responsible for making the mold, and then handed it over to the elves for reinforcement, and finally poured the solution. Generally speaking, the shaping process took a long time, but with the white robe around, Gandalf allowed the hot metal to solidify in three strokes, five divisions, and two divisions.
It became a cannon body.
When Chen Mo was designing, he never thought that this thing could be reused, so he simplified the steps as much as possible. But he made the wall of the cannon very thick, so that although it looked ugly and stupid, it was still enough to withstand it.
The tremendous pressure when gunpowder is fired.
After making more than ten cannons in a row, Chen Mo took the dwarves to burn the ammunition needed for the cannons, and also enchanted them.
The Orcs in Mordor still don't know what the humans outside are doing. They only see each other doing it in full swing. If it weren't for the elves on guard, the impatient Orc army would go out to attack!
Then they will know what humans are doing!
When the last cannon was pushed to the gates of Mordor by hundreds of soldiers and animals, Sauron, who knew what he was doing, couldn't bear it any longer.
"Saruman, you are a fool, a huge fool!"
It's just that no matter how harshly Sauron cursed, Saruman couldn't hear him!
"Load!"
Iron bullets the size of iron barrels were filled into the muzzle of the cannon. In order to confirm that the cannonballs were compacted, the dwarves even climbed into the muzzle themselves to confirm.
Then when the preparations were completed, all the soldiers withdrew a hundred meters away, leaving only Gandalf standing there holding a torch.
"Gandalf, shoot Saruman out and shoot Sauron in the face!"
After Chen Mo finished speaking, a bunch of people around him immediately burst into laughter. Even Elrond couldn't help but curl up his lips. Then he saw Halda on the side also laughing. The two elves looked at each other.
Then he shook his head as if helpless.
Although Gandalf felt that Chen Mo was scolding, he actually wanted to try it, especially since the cannon was named after Saruman.
As a result, the white robe lit the fuse and roared angrily.
"Saruman!"
Then the several-ton cannon fixed to the ground made a loud noise, and the entire cannon body shook violently. It first stepped back, then lifted the front end under the huge recoil, and finally slammed back hard.
ground.
Chen Mo could already see the cracked barrel and deformed muzzle. Saruman's cannon was reduced by one!
The projectile that flew out at a speed visible to the naked eye severely damaged the huge city wall of Mordor, tearing apart a large piece of the structure. Although compared to the huge city wall, this gap was like appendicitis surgery.
It's not worth mentioning, but the problem is that if you don't cut the appendix, you may die!
Gandalf, whose head was buzzing from the shock, looked excited when he came to his senses.
"Brown robe, this is much more interesting than the wand!"
Gandalf only hated that his old friend the brown-robed mage was not here and did not see his majestic appearance. Then he held the torch and went to the side of the other cannon.
"Saruman!"
There was another roar. This time, the Saruman cannon withstood the test very well. Not only was it unscathed, it also successfully hit the gate of Mordor, and then smashed out a large crater about half a meter deep.
"Saruman!"
"Saruman!"
Gandalf shouted the name of his old friend over and over again as if venting his anger, and then lit up the cannons one after another. The roar of the cannons was deafening. At first, the soldiers watching were a little scared, but as the cannonballs came one after another,
After creating large cracks in the walls and gates of Mordor, almost everyone began to cheer for Saruman faster and faster.
"Saruman, Saruman, Saruman!"
Chen Mo suddenly felt sorry for the unlucky white robe. If he did not abandon the light and turned to darkness, but showed up at the scene, his reputation might be much greater than that of Gandalf. With this layer of blessing, it would be difficult for Gandalf to stand up!
"This is life!"
Chen Mo can only say that some people are no different from being dead when they are alive, but some people are dead and have made greater contributions than those who are alive!
As the bombardment of the last cannon ended, the city wall of Mordor was like a honeycomb, full of cracks and holes. A little light spread along the hole into the back of the city wall, illuminating many Orcs crying and howling.
"Are you coming again?"
Chen Mo held the chicken leg in his mouth and looked at the leaders on the side.
"Come again! This is really enjoyable!"
Théoden slapped his thigh, and then stepped forward to take over from Gandalf to light the cannon, but was grabbed by Aragorn and Big Pineapple.
"Gandalf can't be killed by explosions, but you are different!"
So Théoden could only watch with regret as the dwarves carried the cannonballs and gunpowder up to load them, and kept mumbling.
