Chapter 367: Eighty with a big hammer, forty with a small hammer
Gretel looked at the female dwarf Jinna with eyes full of admiration.
He is a medical student himself, and his understanding of machinery, structure, transmission, and various other things is equivalent to "I have heard the names." Don't ask him to do it by himself, even if he is asked to draw a mechanical drawing, I'm sorry, in his mind
There is no model.
However, this dwarf girl is too strong. Grete pointed and said, "I think we can make a transmission structure and connect the forging hammer to the steam engine." They just drew pictures and made a model.
Ping-pong hits the real thing!
To be honest, there is no shortage of gears, rockers, chains, etc. in the mine. Jin Na selected the parts of the right size, assembled them with skillful hands, adjusted them a few times, and hammered the parts that were not of the right size a few times to make sure they were heavy and light.
How many forging hammers to replace——
It actually works!
Bang, bang, bang, bang. The hammer head went up and down, smashing the large pieces of ore into small pieces, and the small pieces into pieces. Prince Rothega borrowed the steam engine through his face (this is allowed, according to the rules of the King Selection Battle)
, (limited to not allowing others to help), with Jin Na starting to assemble the machinery, everyone is left with only hard work to do:
Moving ore, unloading ore, adding water to steam engines, maintaining machinery...
Although busy, compared with wielding a sledgehammer and smashing hundreds or thousands of kilograms of ore into small pieces, this job is already extremely easy. Everyone looked at each other with smiles on their faces, or looked at Jin
Na gave a thumbs up:
Girl, awesome!
Gretel was even more idle. Others were sweating because of their strength. After he came up with his thoughts, he sat aside and counted with his cheeks idly:
"The big hammer is eighty, the small hammer is forty... The big hammer is eighty, the small hammer is forty..."
"Have you dug so many mines?" A head popped in to look. Gretel didn't recognize it, but Gavin threw away the ore in his hand and ran over:
"Yes! We dug very quickly! Mr. Master was a big help..."
He was gesticulating and talking non-stop. After talking about mining, he led people to look at the forging hammer. Grete sat aside and watched two groups of people pass by in front of him, and quietly pulled Jinna:
"Can someone watch it?"
"Of course!" Jin Na looked at him in surprise:
"What can't people see in the King Selection? It's just for everyone to watch! Then," she raised her chin, sweating profusely, and moved pieces of ore to the forging hammer. Rosegar:
"What the candidates did, what the people in the team did, people from all races will see it! Only in this way can the best king be selected!"
Okay, okay... I just don’t want to keep it a secret at all. That’s okay, the situation of each team is transparent to the other six teams, no one can take advantage of anyone else!
The steam forging hammer roared, from afternoon to late night, and from late night to early morning. When Grete came to the construction site the next morning, he saw Gavin struggling to sift the ore, foaming at the mouth, and talking enthusiastically:
"Ingvar and the others just finished mining and came back in the middle of the night yesterday. Judging from their ore, they should only be able to make a tomahawk;"
"Max and the others haven't even finished digging, but the mine they picked out produces cloud gold and red stone. The weapons will be more difficult to deal with by then;"
"Tanla and the others have finished digging the ore and are dressing the ore locally. They will probably have to get the ore powder before they come back..."
Looking at the posture, it seemed that every tribe was not left behind. Gretel was more concerned about the Glory Holy See and rushed to say:
"What about the Black Rock Tribe?"
"Black Rock Tribe - Bah!" Gavin immediately changed his face and spat to the side:
"Those who don't dig well and only use digging insects! It is said that the insects have eaten half of the mine tunnel. Yesterday, just yesterday, they already knocked off half of the insect shells!"
It is said that what was knocked off was directly metal - maybe an alloy. Gretel frowned and didn't want to speak, but Prince Rosegar stood up with a smile and patted Gavin on the shoulder:
"It's okay, we just have to do our best. - With everyone's hard work and Mr. Master's help, our progress has been advanced by four days, isn't it?"
There were horizontal and vertical lines on his face, sweat and dust flowed down together, but he smiled brightly. After saying this, he wiped his forehead with his sleeve and walked quickly to work.
Grete went over to take a look. All the ore that had been hauled back yesterday had been smashed, and several people were squatting on the ground to sort the ore. From Prince Rosega to Miss Jinna, everyone had a painted face, and even their beards were divided into men and women.
Not coming out.
Gretel had no idea about mineral processing, and he had no ideas for optimization. Seeing the smoke and dust everywhere, and the rhythm of pneumoconiosis every minute, he pinched his nose and threw the bubble technique on everyone one by one...
Sorry, I can only help you here.
After he threw the spell, he turned around and left. He squatted at the entrance of the hole, concentrated on filling the rabbit's lungs with water. Filled one lung, pulled it out, filled it again, pumped it again, poured it again, pumped it again...
Anesthesia, muscle relaxation, blood oxygen monitoring, and continuous oxygen blowing from a ventilator were required. Gretel was so focused that he wished he could grow eight hands, and even use the silver skull and invisible servants, and pieces of his forehead were sprouting out.
Sweat.
Large-volume alveolar lavage, the number of unilateral lung lobe lavage, can be 8 to 12 times. It can take a rabbit half a day.
Come on, Grete! Today, two rabbits will perform 40 operations, and if they don’t die, they will win!
"Grete, are you done? We have to leave!"
Prince Rosegar shouted from behind. Gretel turned around and saw five dwarves and Bernard lined up in a single column, each pulling a small trailer filled with ore:
"where to?"
"Go to the big smelting furnace! The mineral processing is completed and it's time to smelt!"
Okay, come on. Gretel got up. Bernard had already hurried over, grabbed his rabbit and put it on the trailer. Prince Rothergar shouted from the front:
"Work harder! Go faster! Let's find a good stove!"
After the two processes of crushing and beneficiation, the remaining ore was much less than the ore they mined, so Grete did not need to transport the ore. He put his hands in his pockets and followed the small trailer unsteadily. As he walked, he tilted his head.
Looking at the rabbit:
Things look pretty good and I should be able to survive strong...
Seeing the flames of the furnace in sight, Gretel stopped and released [Cold and Heat Resistant] for himself, Bernard, and the rabbits on the mine cart one by one. With this delay, when he finished casting the spell and moved forward,
Suddenly, I heard Gavin’s familiar loud voice, arguing with the other party:
"What are you doing occupying the opening of the fire!"
"First come, first served. We got there first!"
"You haven't finished mining at all! Why did you seize the fire first?"
"Who said no? - Look, hasn't this already arrived?"
It turns out that although the big furnace is blazing with flames, not every place is equally hot. The magma flows all the way, and the temperature varies. Naturally, the higher the temperature, the higher the efficiency of smelting ore, and the better the refined iron produced.
In some places, high-temperature gas is often ejected, setting off raging flames, which are called "flame vents".
Only with such a fire mouth can the most skilled craftsmen among the dwarves create weapons and armor that can be passed down through the ages.
In this king-selection battle, the Great Furnace has opened seven forging rooms for candidates to smelt and cast. Among the seven forging rooms, there is only one furnace, first come, first served - naturally, in order to compete for time, in mining and mineral processing
If you don't do it well, it's your own fault.
The team hurriedly hurriedly hurriedly, and last night the steam forging hammer kept working all night, and finally completed the preparatory procedures. But when they got here, the fire opening was occupied by someone?
Then wouldn’t they have so much mineral sand going to waste?
"You only brought a small part!" Gavin groaned angrily, almost wanting to start a fight with his opponent:
"With this little concentrate, even a hammer wouldn't be enough!"
"Who said that?"
The noise became louder and louder, and there were more and more people outside the forge. Suddenly there was a creak, the door opened, and a black-bearded dwarf walked out:
"What's wrong? - Ah, Prince Rosega, I've heard of you for a long time!"
Kai from the Black Rock Tribe! Grete was in the back row and paid full attention to him. Kai didn’t look at him, but stretched out his hand with a smile and held Prince Rosegar’s right hand:
"I've always heard that you are a brave warrior. Can I ask for advice?"
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