Alien Arms Empire

 Chapter 70 70 Better than poetry

The steam engine was working, and its rotating flywheel drove a series of gears, pulling the chain-driven mine carts out of the mine one after another.

With the explanation of the workers from Tangmo Datang Group, the mine workers who were waiting nearby easily opened the wrench on it, allowing the rotation of the steam engine to detach from the entire mechanism, and the mine cars stopped.

On the other side, the workers next to the railroad tracks stepped forward, turned the mine carts filled with ore sideways, and poured out the ore inside.

The remaining miners hurriedly shoveled the ore farther away with shovels. The whole process was done in one go and at an unimaginably fast speed.

This is just the first revolution in mining. With more mining equipment, the speed at which humans mine minerals will soon accelerate ten to a hundred times, so fast that humans themselves find it terrifying.

Look at the huge, crater-like mines in Siberia. Human beings are as small as dust in front of the huge pits they dug.

"Miss! We tested it. As long as this machine can keep running, our mining speed will be three times faster than before!" A foreman of a mine carefully looked at the clock next to him and said to the person standing there. Alice said without saying a word.

"Very good! At least our money was not wasted, right?" Alice said with a smile on her face without looking back.

 She was admiring a work of art, a work of art that she had dreamed of owning. This machine can really use a few people to shovel coal and burn fire, and complete the work that only giants can complete.

She has been looking at this for more than ten minutes. This machine has no intention of resting. It keeps spinning and spinning, and it spurts out steam from time to time, as if it is alive.

 This is Beiling’s biggest support, and this is Beiling’s future! With such machinery, her father can own more industries, more money, and more strength to revitalize the Luo Ning family!

Standing here, she suddenly remembered that Tang Mo had even sent her the drawings of the steam engine.

Those precious drawings, more dazzling than jewelry, were lying on her dressing table at this moment, with lines of beautiful handwriting on each one.

It felt so good to have a man she had never met offer the brightest pearl in the world. This feeling made her hot and made her face look like a ripe apple.

Compared with the young man far away in Bunas, those aristocratic talents who had ever pursued their ideas were simply scum.

They only have the shadow of their parents, only clichés, and only money and status that do not belong to them at all...

Those poems bought with money to praise her beauty are really just a bunch of useless words in front of that pile of drawings.

When she saw the letter "Dedicated to the beautiful Miss Alice" written on the pile of drawings sent by Tang Mo, she felt that those words were so beautiful, so beautiful that she couldn't help but To touch.

"Bah..." The pressure relief valve on the steam engine once again removed the excess steam, blowing the gauze around Alice's neck, rubbing her slender neck, itching and feeling extremely comfortable.

"Purchase five more steam engines from Tang Mo! By the way, let our workers take a good look at these things." Alice put away her little girly thoughts, brushed her long hair on the temples with her hands, and put the slightly The messy hair was pushed behind his ears.

She swung her long legs and walked towards her carriage step by step, but she couldn't hide the smile on her face: "Where is father? He went to the military camp again?"

"Yes! Miss!" The guard following Alice bowed slightly and helped Alice open the door of the carriage.

 There are many noble girls who can ride horses, but it is really rare to see them often ride horses when going out. Because riding a horse will affect the shape of your legs, noble ladies prefer to ride in a carriage.

They only choose to ride horses when they are at parties or on the road, as a fashionable sport or for socializing.

 Alice is no exception. She is also a girl, a girl who loves to be beautiful and pays attention to her body shape. Therefore, although she occasionally looks heroic, most of the time she is more ladylike.

This is women, they can be charming, **** or cute, but they are only willing to show these different images to a certain man.

 …

On the school grounds, Ronin Fischereau was riding a war horse and watching his 1st Infantry Battalion of the Northridge Regiment conduct its first large-scale live-fire shooting exercise after the Northridge Regiment was equipped with new weapons.

 Row after row of soldiers lined up neatly in the broad fields, facing the strong north wind, waiting for orders with their chins raised.

These soldiers wearing bright yellow military uniforms carried on their shoulders a just-enough quantity of 410 Datang Group K1 fast guns.

Datang's needle-fired guns have been in service in the army in Beiling for more than a day or two. In fact, the main force under Count Fischereau has actually practiced this weapon in batches. Many people have used this weapon for target practice more than once, and have also conducted simulated loading training dozens of times.

The Count is not an idiot. Although he can't get so many actual needle guns, he can make models out of wood to provide training props.

 After using props for advance training, the purpose of accelerated training can be achieved by letting soldiers come into contact with real objects to strengthen training memory.

Originally, the soldiers of the North Ridge Corps were all elite soldiers selected from a hundred, and their understanding was obviously higher than those of the soldiers who made up the numbers.

 So, after more than two months of training, the soldiers of the 1st Battalion have now completed the change of uniforms, which makes the Earl extremely proud.

"Raise the gun!" A commander, surrounded by a group of knights, held up the wolf flag of Beiling and gave the order loudly.

　　After hearing the order, the soldiers put down the needle guns on their shoulders and made a straight and straight shooting motion.

Although they are all wearing the standard bright yellow military uniforms of the Kingdom of Wright, there are obviously some differences in their outfits. Their armed belts are more scientific, and the position of ammunition on both sides is also more scientific.

 All soldiers were issued with uniform bayonets and the same kettles behind them. These are all attributed to Tang Mo. They are mass-produced equipment by Tang Mo and have improved the mental outlook of the Northridge Army to a new level.

"Fire!" Following the officer's order, the first row of soldiers pulled the trigger, and the intensive gunfire startled the birds in the distance.

 A whole row of soldiers opened fire almost at the same time, and a white mist instantly filled the front of the entire battle formation. Behind the white mist, the soldier who opened fire put down his rifle almost at the same time, lowered his head and began to clean the barrel of the gun.

 A few seconds later, they skillfully took out a new round of ammunition from the ammunition pouch under their ribs—mini bullets with paper shells.

 Because it conforms more to the rifling, Tang Mo's needle gun is more accurate than the flintlock gun. The use of rifling fundamentally increases the effective range of the gun for the first time.

Shortly after a round of salvo firing, before the smoke dispersed, the Northridge soldiers who fired the first bullet picked up their rifles again.

These soldiers are now almost bursting with self-confidence, because they know that they have been equipped with the most powerful rifles of this era. They are now much more powerful than their enemies!

 They have no reason not to be confident, because the rifle in the hands of their enemies has a rate of fire that is only one-third of the rate of fire of the K1 fast rifle!

 No one can survive the violent blow of the K1 gun! What's more, the Earl also established a "pistol team"!

 Elite cavalry equipped with Beiling revolvers can cut into the enemy's most vulnerable parts at the most critical time and disintegrate the enemy's formation in an instant.

Ronin Fischereau had been fighting all his life, and he knew that even the troops he brought out could not withstand the crushing firepower of six consecutive volleys.

As soon as this cavalry force enters the battlefield, the enemy general has only one choice to make: commit suicide or surrender, or gather the defeated troops and commit suicide or surrender...

“Second column, come forward!” Not far away, the officer shouted the order, and the wolf flag twitched in the strong wind.

Fishereau was thinking about his daughter. He heard that Tang Mo had given all the blueprints of the steam engine to his daughter. When he heard about this, he suddenly felt like he had been robbed of his home.

How did that **** get so lucky that he found what his daughter was most interested in? And this **** was so courageous that he gave in to his own desires and even sacrificed his most precious invention...

 Think about it, it’s really **** good! My most precious thing, the most precious thing...something that no one has dared to touch for more than ten years...is suddenly in danger. Who can keep calm?

 “What a beautiful idea!” He complained loudly in his heart, and then let out a long and feeble sigh—he knew that if Tang Mo continued to run wild on the road of making money, his daughter might actually be secretly in love with him.

 After all, who knows whose family grows the cabbage...

A knight galloped on his horse in the distance, and did not slow down until he was close. The knight on horseback nodded in greeting and reported: "Sir! The weapons sent from the royal city have arrived! 1,000 Cyric flintlock guns! The number is 100 more...but..."

 “But?” Earl Fischereau raised his eyebrows and put his daughter’s matter aside for the time being.

"But the 30 cannons they promised us before, they shied away and said they would have to wait two months..." The knight who came to report the news tightened the reins and turned the horse around in a circle, saying angrily.

"It doesn't matter! The war is ahead. I hope they can deliver the artillery on time!" Fischereau glanced at the soldiers of the 1st Battalion over there and said confidently.

 (End of this chapter)