"So this is something made by young master, what is called?"
"Back -fired 齐 cannon."
"Qi shot artillery ..."
Wearing a hunting clothing, Irina Lolita, who is like a beautiful boy, carefully looked at the "Qitian cannon". The dark tube, the two -wheeled cannon frame made of metal, the pitch screw, and the horizontal instrument —
It seems that there is not much difference from the ordinary field gun. Only the honeycomb -shaped tube of the honeycomb shape of the 37 11 -㎜ barrels together, the hand -shaking launch mechanism, and the rear lock can be displayed to display the true identity of this stuff -hand -shaken emission emission
gun.
In this world that has no concept of rifle, it can only be called a shot cannon.
"This ... shooting guns, what can it do?"
"Murder. Miss, it is one of the fastest machines since the invention of the musket."
William Fan Demol rubbed his hands. The dwarfs seemed to be excited as marrying a bride.
In the eyes of dedicated craftsmen, a good work with excellent performance is more attractive than beauties. In the eyes of beautiful women, boring data does not mean that the appearance can be accepted.
‘This thing is so ugly.‘ ‘‘
Lolita shook her head. She had seen the mainstream firearms equipped in various countries. In addition to pistols, there were beautiful walnut guns. This puppet in front of her ... The best way to say is also a different monster.
Congratulations. "Wait for you to get used to, you won't think so."
Donster was beards, and he proudly stood up his chest.
"The rear -loaded aircraft cannon is 1.75 meters in length. Usually, the quality of the gun body is 340 kg in the state, and the total weight of 855 kg in the transportation state.
Big guns are good. "
"Are you sure?"
"Mother God is on the name of my father, grandfather, and great -grandfather."
Donster clasped his chest in his right hand and had a serious face. He used the spleen of the dwarf to believe in the promise. This is already a very serious statement. In order to dispel Lolita's doubts, he continued to say:
"Miss, I can prove it to you."
Donster shouted a throat, and the apprentices quickly pushed the guns to the experimental shooting range not far away from the workshop. Donster put the bullet in the 37 holes in the barrier lock block.
Put the lock block in the gap at the rear of the gun, and push a leverage, push the closed lock block forward, and complete the lock. At this time, the bullet is right to each barrel.
"Please pay attention."
While he said "watch". Start shaking a joystick behind, the fierce and rhythmic gun body sounded, and the flames were sprayed out of the honeycomb -shaped gun mouth.
37 rounds of bullets are all fired. At this time, Donster pulled the leverage again, pulled the closed lock block and slipped out, and the other closed block was quickly filled. The new round of shooting could start.
For bombs. This stuff can maintain a rate of fire per minute per minute. "
Donster turned around and asked proudly.
"My mother!"
What else can I say? Only this sentence is left in Lolita's head.
Nympho
Now.
"The trained gunners can reach the rate of fire of 200 rounds per minute, and the main firearms of various countries are not enough to watch before the shooting cannon."
"But there are many problems."
Roland shrugged and pointed out some facts that were hard to ignore.
"The weight of the salvo cannon is too heavy, and it must be pulled by animal power like a cannon to reach the front line. However, its range is not as far as that of a cannon, and it cannot do indirect fire. It can basically only do mid-range attacks. In addition, the salvo cannon adjusts its firing range.
It is as troublesome as running in the field, and it cannot move as flexibly as infantry to find cover. It is easy to be sniped by the enemy.”…
"But the rate of fire is good. If used against targets such as battle infantry, it is still capable."
This is also a fact. But we have to face a more cruel problem.
"My concern is that the army will use the salvo as a field artillery."
The salvo gun is indeed an innovation. However, it is too heavy and can only be towed on a light gun truck, making it the same as a field artillery - it is also bulky and easy to be dispersed or detoured by the enemy.
When facing mobile opponents, such as cavalry, they can only sit idle and wait for death. In addition, infantry cannot provide the large amount of ammunition required for this weapon.
Even if all the troops are equipped with new rifles and the number of bullets carried by each infantry increases to about 100 rounds, each battalion can still only rely on a few horse-drawn carriages to transport supplies, and these horse-drawn carriages are already filled with things such as tents, supplies, and luggage.
Based on these two considerations, Charlemagne's army is likely to assign volley cannons to artillery.
When war comes, artillerymen are likely to use salvos as artillery and set them far behind the infantry line. As a result, they cannot hit the enemy at all due to the long distance, but they themselves are easily targeted by the enemy.
Counter-battery fire attack on artillery lines. If
It would be too much to expect that the artillery would deviate from their concept and place the salvo guns among the infantry. After all, in order to hand over these new weapons to the infantry, artillery ammunition carts must be handed over to the infantry, and such ammunition carts are very valuable.
The artillerymen would not agree.
"So, unless there is a revolutionary change in the mode of transportation, or the salvo cannon can successfully 'lose weight,' this weapon can only be used for the defense of key points, such as fortresses or trenches, to attack enemy troops attacking from the front."
The mass of the gun body is 340 kilograms, and the total weight is 855 kilograms. With ammunition, the weight will reach the "ton" level. This weight makes it impossible for the salvo gun to have any interaction with the infantry battalion. Unless it is a motorized infantry, otherwise it will be too heavy to carry this weight.
It's a joke to fight with these things.
Speaking of this, Roland couldn't help but miss the 7.92mm general-purpose machine gun and the 12.7mm heavy machine gun that he had come across in the military academy. The former can be used as a light machine gun to accompany the infantry in attack when equipped with a bipod, and can be used as a heavy machine gun for defense when equipped with a tripod.
Equipment Infantry Squad Level 1, Navy
The infantry squad of the Marine Corps even has three general-purpose machine guns. The latter has a total gun mass of an astonishing 26.5 kilograms (including tripod) and is deployed to battalion-level units, whether it is suppressing lightly armored targets such as dragons or dividing infantry and other weapons such as
The accompanying firepower such as infantry artillery is sufficient.
In front of these two kinds of machine guns, salvo guns are not even worthy of carrying shoes. Whether it is performance, production cost and convenience of manufacturing, maintenance and repair, the machine guns of the National Defense Force are outclassed by salvo guns. If the Elf is used again
Innately good at shooting, assault rifles in the hands of ordinary infantry, Panzerfaust rockets in the hands of grenadiers, infantry fighting vehicles and mortars equipped by motorized troops
, recoilless rifles, grenade launchers, 107㎜ rocket launchers, snipers... etc., taking into account for comparison, Roland can make an extremely pessimistic assertion: A defense force motorized infantry battalion can easily rely on fortifications during frontal defense operations.
A fully equipped Charlemagne Infantry Division was crippled or even completely wiped out. Theoretically, they could do this.
In addition to the gap in performance and usage, handing over the volley cannon to dwarven craftsmen for manufacturing further elevates the tragedy of this weapon to a whole new level.
The dwarves are a nation that pursues fine workmanship and opposes rapid mass production. This characteristic has deeply penetrated into all walks of life, whether it is handicraft production, shipbuilding, or military production. The dwarves believe that "fine workmanship is impossible no matter what."
Wrong, and mass production operations are just tainting the labor itself." Under the guidance of this thought, Dwarf's manufacturing and production always follows the high-quality, limited-production model of high standards, high elimination, and low output.
It can be said that the dwarves' misunderstanding of industrialized mass production and their inherent mindset of limited output of high-quality products are one of the main reasons why they were defeated by the consortium factories. However, they did not realize this, but stubbornly persisted.
Inherent thinking, this is doomed to ensure that the quality of salvo guns is quite reliable and the output is extremely tragic.
In contrast, elves are also a nation known for being rigorous, rigid, and meticulous. However, they have always been very keen on the development and application of new technologies. However, due to their inherent linear thinking nature, they often come up with some exquisite designs that are surprising.
sigh
Things that are breathtaking, but also dazzling in structural complexity - such as super-heavy tanks, land cruisers and other "ingenious" products. Compared with the dwarves' products that are of very good quality but relatively conservative and backward in technology
, but they also complement each other interestingly.
Anyway, we don’t expect the human army to use this kind of thing to commit suicide in front of the defense forces. It is enough to use it to ensure the stalemate on the front line.
"In short, let's produce a batch of salvo guns in small batches for now to consolidate the defense of key points."
Taking a sip of coffee, Roland put the official notification he had read into the document basket aside. The huge title "All Quiet on the Front Line" took up most of the page, in an inconspicuous corner. "Mysterious and dangerous species appeared near Toulon Port."
The text "Many people were killed" is looming.
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'Hmm... no... Secretary-sama... ah... it can't be done there... it's so strange... it will leave a mark...'
Tossing his short brown hair, the seminarian Maurice made a sweet sound, whining while twisting Nini's waist, reacting clumsily to the other party's guidance. His not yet fully developed genitals were
Surrounded by warmth, the thin skin opened slightly, revealing the pink meat at the tip.
"It's okay, there won't be any marks."
"Tomorrow night... there will be a sacrificial... ceremony. Those who serve the Mother Goddess... have to have such marks on their bodies... it will be very strange, so... *... ah! It's blasphemous..."
"Okay. Okay, my cute little priest."
Dekiel, who buried his face in the pink neck of the 12-year-old boy, lazily raised his head and kissed Morris's soft lips, and started to move the hand that wrapped around the boy's vitals.
No longer caring about whether anything would leave no trace, Morris hugged Dekier tightly, swaying his waist from side to side, stretching his legs as hard as he could, and their tongues were intertwined with each other, enduring the flexible tongue.
Lingering and caressing in the mouth, and then breathing heavily in the gaps between kisses, whispering:
"...Lord Dekiel, I... feel so comfortable..."
"Yeah?"
Dekier smiled lowly.
"Although your compliment makes me happy, is it only your lips that I like?"
The lips fell on the *'s chest, the tip of the pink tongue roamed on the chest, and the boy's weak hands were suppressed.
"Wow! No, no! No! Not in that special place!"
"There's nothing wrong with it. Even God won't forbid happiness. Now, my little priest, are you very comfortable?"
It was like a snake crawling back and forth on the chest, and the tip of the tongue covered with saliva made a hissing sound.
"Really beautiful brown hair... What's better than anything else is these eyes... As long as you see these eyes like the clear sea, even the Cornish mermaid who tempts men to jump into the water will become your prisoner."
"You are truly...a poet, Lord Dekiel..."
"No, I am a male mermaid...I have drowned in your eyes countless times."
Kissing Morris's chest and neck again and again.
"Ah...it doesn't work anymore. It doesn't matter whether it's the church or the faith. You are...my king and my god."...
Looking down at the panting boy beneath him, Dekier raised the corners of his mouth.
"Hmm~, dear, stupid church lamb, let me make you cry like a whore."
"It doesn't matter, ah, do it again, love me... um, be rough..."
Dekier responded to this request, and when he was about to push forward into Cyril's buttocks, the glass window made an incomprehensible sound.
"Oh my, my, it's really..."
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Dekier reopened his eyelids. The pupils he opened again were no longer as blue as the sea before. The pupils, which were brighter than blood, reflected the boy's face that was about to cry.
…
"Oh, sorry."
Under the shadow of the oak tree, the boy with the familiar owl on his shoulder said in a flat voice:
"I didn't know you were doing it."
"Didn't you know what you were doing?"
Dekier, whose happiness was interrupted midway, puffed up his cheeks and got angry. "Humph, what nonsense are you talking about! Where is this place? The seminary, right? You can tell what the people there will do! In addition to abstinence,
What good can come out of a brainless priest training and abusing an untouched boy?! After all, the church is a reserve team for pedophiles and child abusers!"
Jelles shrugged.
"So I apologized. I didn't want to interrupt you because you were hooking up with a brown-haired boy to vent your feelings. Don't look at me like this. I also understand love and love."
"Tch, you don't seem to be related to those at all."
"This sentence is redundant."
Jelles spat.
"I doubt your taste. What's so good about that kind of brat?"
"Body."
Dekier, who was lazily leaning against the big tree, smiled and stuck out his tongue playfully.
"You can come and take a nap too."
"Don't confuse my orientation with yours. Have you dealt with it properly?"
"Although I am loyal to my instinctive personality, I can still distinguish priorities. Don't worry, I left a few tentacles to accompany him. I feel that the operation is just in the activated state. Before dawn, the child will be immersed in the supreme.
In the midst of happiness. Then...what happened to interrupt my fun."
"Something happened at the Institute of Biology, and an experimental animal escaped."
"What does it have to do with us?"
"The intelligence of Starcian and the Institute shows that the experimental animal is likely to come to this special zone."
"so?"
"The underground forces of the Salbarutt District transferred to the A -level police preparation. Once the target was found, it was reported to prevent the leakage of intelligence. If necessary, eliminate the characters and all the characters in contact with the target.
Hey. Then-- "
Geelle pushed the glasses of the uncle, and said expressionlessly:
"Walgrevo will support it."
PS: A picture of the new rifle and the rear -fired guns in the related areas of the work. If you are interested, you can go and see