Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 386 Five times the caliber flintlock
After the high priest determined the lapis lazuli cutting plate, Imrik, who was a tool man, was kicked out of the church.

How could he fail to see that the Dragon Prince had no faith in Vaal at all, at best he had respect for Caledor's asylum, but there was still a big difference from the so-called believers.

Imrik, who had been kicked out of the church by the high priest, patted his shoulder to shake off the dust.

There are many advantages to being a leader. Others can do everything, and you only need to make a little effort to get what you want.

Just a few steps away from the church, Imrik was stopped by Elvis.

The herald held a letter bearing the imprint of the phoenix flames, and handed it to Imrik with serious hands,

"Prince, there is a letter from the Phoenix Royal Court."

Imrik took the letter, opened it, and found that inside was a message written in gilt court language, the general content was the candidate for the war lord.

Tyrion was naturally the leading candidate. As for the second and third, Imric didn't pay attention at all.

He took the quill from Elvis and wrote down his recommendation of Tyrion as the war lord and his signature in the last column.

After Elvis put the file back in the bag, he planned to continue asking about Ulthuan.

"Any more letters?"

"Not for the time being, but it may appear soon." The straightforward herald explained the situation, seemingly not paying attention to the prince's raised eyebrows.

Forget it, don't have the same knowledge as this young man.

Imrik waved his hand, telling him to leave first, and then walked towards the port area.

The constant walking and nodding with the people under his rule made Imrik feel that the current development is not bad.

The residential buildings have almost been built, and some key production facilities such as timber factories, quarries, and blacksmith shops are also operating at full capacity.

This place is not built as a military stronghold. Except for the necessary military sites, it will not appear in several cities in Caledon. It has an army that can go out at any time, as well as supporting logistics facilities.

The only armament factory that might be built on a large scale is probably the gun workshop.

The sound of pulling the chainsaw continued to be heard, as well as the pungent white smoke from gunpowder. Various materials were piled up in this heavily guarded area.

The engineer with the back of his hair was instructing the Arabis to carry a forged gun barrel and put it on the wooden platform. Looking at the droplets sprayed from his mouth from time to time, it seemed that he planned to teach these people how to install the cannon himself.

"You idiots, can't you deal with such a simple matter? Sure enough, the Arabian's ability is just like this, squatting in a wild land ruled by chiefs, waiting for the empire to conquer everything." The engineer didn't care about these Did the dark-skinned Arabi understand, and continued to direct the work in a rough tone. If corporal punishment was not explicitly prohibited, he might have to be whipped.

"Bronte, it seems that these people did not satisfy you." Imrik's words interrupted the rhythm of the engineer's continued abuse. The Dragon Prince walked up to him, and he didn't care about these hard-working Arabs, just hugging his chest Stand by and watch.

The price of becoming a good person is too high. Imrik does not want to gain the meaningless title of slave liberator. Since the population is bought with gold leaf coins, it is best to play its original role.

"Good day, Your Royal Highness the Dragon Prince." The enraged Bronte calmed down a little, bowed his head slightly towards Imrik, and put his hands on his chest.

"How is your work progress?" Imrik waved his hand to indicate that there is no need to be polite, and continued to look at the Arabs who were still carrying various materials, and the delivery room that was still emitting thick black smoke.

When it comes to professional things, Bronte's expression was a little proud, and he spread his hands and began to introduce the recent situation to the Dragon Prince.

"I have to say that the items produced by Vaal's anvil are much better than those of the empire. Every barrel is like a work of art. I can feel the hard work the blacksmith has put into it."

While speaking, Bronte took out a flintlock gun from the wooden box next to him, and motioned Prince Long to try it himself.

It can be seen that Bronte is very confident in his work, and continued,

"The standard utensils produced by the Vaal anvil have greatly increased the reliability of the firearms. After our tests, the probability of misfiring may be only [-]%. It is really hard to imagine how accomplished the Vaal priests are in forging."

Hearing the engineer's bragging, Imrik took over the flintlock and fiddled with it for a while. The musket would not be used in the Caledonian army. At most, some artillery would be added to make up for the lack of dragon claw ballistas.

After all, the cost of that thing is indeed a bit high, whether it is a gun mount or a siege crossbow.

The artillery only needs a reliable barrel, which may be troublesome for the empire, but for Caledon, it only needs to find a few blacksmith apprentices to make things.

After fiddling with the flintlock for a while, Imrik raised the weapon and aimed the crosshair at the target 30 meters away.

There was a harsh sound, and a large amount of white smoke appeared from the muzzle of the gun, and a black spot appeared in the very center of the target.

Waves of warm applause came from Bronte and the accompanying people, not only compliments, but also admiration for this terrifying accuracy.

To be honest, Imrik is a little dissatisfied with this thing in his hands, mainly because the caliber is too small to form a real lethality.

It may be fatal to hit Drucci, but in the face of chaos cans, especially Nurgle believers who are famous for their vitality, they may be able to ignore the cavity pierced by the bullet and continue fighting without any impact.

"Can you make this thing bigger, for example, by five times the caliber?" Imrik threw the flintlock gun to Bronte. This thing will be the weapon of the Kislev militia in the future, and it must not be up to the standard of the empire. To design, the larger the caliber, the greater the truth.

Bronte was a little stunned, and he was a little sluggish when he took over the flintlock. A five-caliber flintlock, are you sure it's not a cannon?
But he quickly reacted and explained the possibility of this matter to Imrik, "Your Highness, you can naturally ignore the recoil, but a five-caliber flintlock may cause many people to directly shatter their shoulder blades, In my humble opinion, it's best to keep it as small as possible."

Imrik waved his hand indifferently. The existence of muskets only allowed the militiamen who lacked training to have combat effectiveness. In the absence of a real generation difference, they were actually not much better than bows and arrows.

"Work hard and make a batch of things that satisfy me. I don't mind letting the Church of Val meet some of your small needs."

"Yes, it's an easy thing to do." The engineer made a promise, and thought it would be no difficulty. Compared with the study of gunpowder weapons that worried about the church and the elector in the empire, Caledon is undoubtedly more free .

After all, not everywhere is like here, with a large number of reliable blacksmiths, and high-quality steel squandering.

While Imrik communicated with the imperial engineer, Masno contacted through the father of dragon belief channel.

"Prince, we have eliminated the ambush rats and are heading towards the southern Great Forest Sea."

"Well, it's enough to complete the task, but the first goal is to ensure safety."

(End of this chapter)