Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 153 New Weapons

The knight's handsome horse was eating early spring pasture by the fence, and the farmers beat with hammers. During the three days after returning to the camp, news of the deceased being appeased spread throughout the camp.

Since the peasants were no longer hungry, this expedition has been marked with a sacred status, and now it is fulfilled again, and the light of the lady shines here.

The blacksmiths worked hard to hand over two special weapons, and the blacksmith in charge of Roel's weapons was named Henry.

He is a bit strange, he is not an ordinary peasant craftsman, but the illegitimate son of a nobleman, and he almost replaced his father, Draghi became the lord of the family.

In the end, like his adoptive father, he chose to make a life of blacksmithing, after he killed the rebel bandits who destroyed his hometown.

He is also one of the few blacksmiths in Brionne. At the age of about forty, he is both a good worker and a knight.

"My lord, I have finished your bayonet. The groove where the trigger is linked, the place where the explosives are fixed, you only need to press the trigger, and the flint will also fire."

It was a simple long wire, just connected to the trigger position, and a small device was installed on the bottom of the bayonet, which was like a wrapped round head, and the explosives could be strapped to it.

I have to comment on how peculiar the Bretonnians' thinking on gunpowder is. Anyway, this design is used to piss off the dwarves, and it is no problem to stun a few imperial engineers.

Even the Empire's notorious Inferno Blast Cannon would be stunned by the design of this self-destructing weapon, which lasts as long as your life on the battlefield.

Such a design will undoubtedly reduce the durability of the bayonet and even the barrel, causing it to collapse quickly, but Roel doesn't care, he has a system.

Fortunately, this blacksmith really dared to design, and he would probably have his head beheaded when he encountered an imperial noble.

But he still brought Mr. Henry to the training ground, put the bayonet on the muzzle, and inserted it into the man made of licorice. Puff, iron, until it touched the bottom of the scarecrow, and pulled the trigger.

Bang, there was smoke, and the scarecrow didn't even ignite. It was directly smashed into the chest by the bomb hanging below. If it was a person, the wound might already be stained with blood.

The farmers and knights who came to watch the excitement on the training ground were all frightened by such traces. Although they had seen black powder explosion many times, this trace was shocking.

Roel felt the numbness on his arm, and the recoil was a bit strong, so it could only be used as a trump card, and the effect would be greatly reduced if he missed the shot.

"Put on the plate armor." Roel wiped the tip of the knife and reloaded the gunpowder. The explosives on the muzzle were small bombs specially made by the blacksmith, which contained many small iron pellets, causing such an explosive wound.

The content of gunpowder is not much, but it is also doomed that such weapons cannot be mass-produced, and it takes a lot of time for professional blacksmiths to make them. It is almost equivalent to a knight's lance, and only professional, complete off-production workers can make it.

When the scarecrow was put on the armor, the bayonet attacked again, with a squeak, the tip of the knife leaned against the dwarf steel to penetrate a trace of the armor, but the light weapons were not strong enough, and there were chain armor and soft cloth armor inside.

But when the trigger was pulled, the force of the explosion caused the entire scarecrow to shake continuously. When the smoke of the black powder dissipated, a hole was opened in the plate armor, which made people feel horrified.

When the bayonet was withdrawn, there was no problem in the front section, but the scarecrow fell down, and a set of 20 gold coin plate armor was completely destroyed.

"Not bad, how many rounds of this kind of projectile are there?" Roel asked.

Henry replied. "About 10 rounds, and there are eight left. Make relevant props, design drawings, and send your tent later, so that you can find a blacksmith to build it anytime, anywhere."

"Very good." After speaking, Roel went to see how Nok's weapon was. When he crossed the fence of the training ground, he saw the giant sword. It was bigger and heavier than before, and it was no longer human. Weapons, only such extreme things can break through the defense and power of the first generation Granset.

The two layers of iron armor were draped over the scarecrow's body, but they were still cut in half by Nock's swing of the knife, but the cross-section looked more like it was torn apart, which made people shudder.

Roel came applauding. "Why, is the new weapon comfortable?"

Nock put away the greatsword. "It's not bad, but it's too big to obstruct the view."

"How's yours?"

Roel rubbed his head. "Barely powerful, and a bit of a waste of blacksmiths."

At this moment, all the accompanying kingdom knights in the training ground were sweating coldly. In fact, breaking armor was by no means that easy for the Bretonnian knights.

For example, if you are facing a heavily armed enemy, the only way to break through the enemy's armor is to lance, and the lance can only be used 3-4 times at most before it collapses, almost once.

The space on the horse is limited, and it is impossible to carry more, and the lance needs to rely on the power of the charge to break through the armor. In contrast, the power of black powder and the Holy Grail Knight is simply beyond description by ordinary people.

To other knights, the complaints of these two men sounded harsh...

After the weapon testing session was over, the two prepared for the next battle. During this time, they thought a lot. Now that the Necromancers have no basic soldiers, as long as they can solve the first generation Granset, the castle is in their pocket.

But the flexibility of the vampire meant that the heavy firearms that threatened him could not kill him, and ordinary knights approaching him would only kill him in vain.

Now the remaining troops of the Necromancer should only have 40 black knights and 100 corpses. The number of skeletons is unknown, but it will not exceed [-].

In terms of combat power at the bottom end, it is almost double that of the opponent, and Ryan, Ali Mara, and Elena can be used as commanders. It's not the Eshin clan, the only way to behead them is to fight one-on-one.

As long as he finds a way to create a single-handed opportunity for Nock and Roel to face the enemy leader, it is theoretically the key to deciding the outcome.

Several lords chatted together, some suggested that the zombies should be cleared first, and finally enter the city, and some suggested that mortars be bombarded on the walls, but it was difficult to leave the proposition of breaking through the powerful defense stronghold of the castle anyway.

until Roel said. "Actually, it's not that complicated. This vampire B is a martial idiot called a farmer. The entire banner has a few large characters written on it, Duke Meroving is an animal."

"Then you stand in front of the castle alone and ask a few knights to pull up the banner. That guy will definitely come out and ask you to fight alone."

"When you fight, I will take the righteous thief and my own firearms troops for long-range support. They are very accurate. You should pay attention to keeping a distance when you are weak. Firearms can also hinder him."

"When the distance between you is about two meters, you will be less likely to accidentally injure. If you can't fight, use my smoke bomb to escape. Let's see the situation first."

Nok and the other lords couldn't help asking. "How do you know that the other side will come out honestly?"

Roel replied. "Because vampires have brain problems!"

(End of this chapter)