Silent Crown Chapter 594: Redemption (Part 2)
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Chapter 594 Redemption (Part 2)
The old people looked at Shire blankly.
These engineers from all over the world have never seen such an outrageous and fast casting, even in the alchemist’s workshop, it takes several days and a long process to be compressed to just a few seconds, and then , The design that originally existed only in the idea and on paper has been transformed into a finished product for inspection.
As Charles beckoned, a piece of molten lead on the table broke silently, and a column of about one centimeter fell into his hand. The iron sheet is cut from the window frame and wrapped around it to form a thin shell.
Then dozens of iron sands were put into it, and the packaging was completed.
Between Shire's fingers, there is only a half-sized iron core of a cigarette.
"Can you start the demonstration?" He looked at the dumbfounded old people.
"Go ahead, Charles."
In the corner, next to the stove, the old man in the coat raised his eyes: "I can't wait to take a look."
"Okay, Mr. Gaius."
Charles smiled, opened the bracket at the iron pipe grip, inserted the iron core into it, and aimed it at the wall. After hesitating for a while, he turned around and said with some embarrassment:
"Can you block your ears, I'm afraid the voice will be a bit loud."
Gaius put down the water glass in his hand and blocked his ears, and Charles was relieved, turned his head, raised the iron pipe, and aimed it at the wall.
At that moment, the sharp voice tore everyone's eardrums.
The terrifying loud noise burst out like thunder.
It can be vaguely seen that at that moment, a fiery fire gushes out from the iron pipe, and the next moment, the demonstration is over.
The complete wall is no longer.
Instead, it was a battered honeycomb. The invisible knife and ax cut large holes one after another, and then burned it completely black and almost melted.
The iron pipe that released the thunderous anger was also burned to crimson.
The huge power burst from it, causing the iron pipe to withstand huge pressure at the moment it was released, and it also broke Shire's arm completely, shattered bones pierced through the flesh and blood, and the skin remained cracked.
But he didn't care at all, and instead smiled.
"Ah, the things recorded in those ancient broken books turned out to be true."
He whispered softly: "It's just inferring and restoring according to the previous ideas. I didn't expect it to have such a powerful power. It's very lucky."
It's like going back in time, the flowing blood returns to the wound, the cracked skin is healed again, and the broken bones return to their original positions, tightly closed.
Even the sleeves that were dyed red have returned to their original colors.
In an instant, the recovery is complete.
The old people who lost their hearing in the loud noise did not wake up until now. After understanding what happened, they looked at the weird iron pipe in Shire's hand and their eyes became extremely horrified.
They all know what happened.
It's a very simple principle, it just makes molten lead and ether react in a confined space.
At that time, the process of melting the lead and dusting will generate a lot of gas and high temperature, which will push the iron sand and fly out of the iron pipe, resulting in the current effect.
But no one has ever thought of using this new type of alloy for this purpose...
"The main inspiration for this thing came from a story a friend told me."
Charle scratched his head embarrassedly. "There is a musician named Bu Yu Shi who reminds me of some things recorded in ancient books. At that time, I wanted to try it. I never had a chance.
Now that I finally got over the addiction, it's so refreshing. Gentlemen, do you think this thing will work? I think there should be no problem, right? "
The old people looked at each other.
They are all elite mechanical engineers from various countries, and they even have the prestige of Newton in their respective fields. Where else need to be considered?
Just look at it to determine if the design is applicable.
But when they faced this thing, they couldn't help being shocked by the terrifying consequences hidden behind this simple idea.
Similarly, its shortcomings are as obvious as its advantages.
"I have seen similar ideas in the Asgardian research institute. However, they pressurized the ballista with steam power to provide the ballista with super-high initial velocity, but can withstand such a pressure of steel cost. It’s too expensive. The price/performance ratio is completely out of control.
After a brief discussion, an old man said: “Let me be honest, it’s difficult to make things in your hands in a production line. If you make them manually by an alchemist, the steel material and the long construction period will cost you It becomes too expensive.
According to the estimates just now, it is about the same as the cost of a fixed-point ballista-this is too extravagant for us. "
"You can use other materials, the grip can be replaced with a wooden handle, and some key components can be made of conventional steel."
Charles replied: "It does not have an alchemy matrix. It relies purely on etheric reaction and mechanical engineering. I have calculated on the way here. If it is manufactured in an assembly line, the cost will drop to about one-tenth by then. "
"Then its security cannot be guaranteed."
Engineer Maxim interjected: "I have an apprentice-level musician level. Although it is incomparable with your attainments, I can roughly figure it out.
It has no problem to test in the white zone, but if you leave the white zone, the etheric disturbance caused by loud noise will destroy itself, and even the user's own safety cannot be guaranteed.
This is making the soldiers commit suicide. "
"Then reduce the amount of molten lead filled, one-half." Charles didn't hesitate: "Although it is incomparable with the current power, it is still impressive."
Maksim took out a pen and paper to make a simple calculation, and still shook his head: "No, the pressure is still too high, the internal pressure of the pipeline will completely destroy the pipeline. And after one use, the pipeline will be completely destroyed and cannot be repeated. Use."
"Then don't reuse it."
Chart shook his head: "We use sand iron, the cheapest one. Put the molten lead reaction place in the pipe and turn the pipe into a consumable. After using it once, remove the reaction tube and replace it with a new one. Of.
The reaction only takes a moment. After the structure of the sand and iron collapses, it will be broken into fine sand, so as long as you wear goggles and a mask, if you wear a thicker piece, the damage to the user can be solved.
The cost can also be reduced by one-fifth.
On the battlefield, longbowmen have the habit of three rounds of shooting, one row design, two rows to take over, three rows to rest, and alternate cycles. Then the process of using this can also be divided into three steps. "
"How to train users? Training a musician, even an apprentice-level musician requires a huge cost."
"No training is required. Just teach them how to use alchemy equipment to pour ether into the airtight chamber. Even when making, seal the ether in and isolate it from molten lead. Simple nesting structure, not Huh?"
Maxim was silent.
For a long time, for a long time, he put down the pen in his hand dejectedly and sighed softly.
"You convinced me."
He lowered his head: "I am ashamed of my contempt of your engineering attainments at the beginning, and I am honored to be part of this project.
According to your ideas, we will complete the rest. If there are enough materials, it will be ready for small-scale installation in about a month. "
"Can you help?" Charles asked.
The Maxim shop nodded.
"That would be great." Charles laughed: "I finally have a place to be used for shooting."
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When Charles left, the whole room returned to silence.
"Let’s all go, go back and do your own things, and please keep the secrets of what happened here today." Gaius said: "Someone will check you all later. This is a common practice. Please everyone. Cooperate.
And, Maxim stayed. "
Soon, the old people left the room under the guidance of a special person, leaving Maxim and Gaius in the room.
Maxim was a little uneasy, "Master Gaius, is there anything else?"
"Just now I thought you had something to say."
Gaius wrapped his coat tightly, stretched out his hand to open the stove hoop, and caught fire: "There is no one else here now. You are the earliest engineer of the Revolutionary Army. If you have anything, you can talk directly." /
Maxim was silent for a moment, and said hoarsely: "I'm not sure if this is right or wrong."
"Why?"
"It will change this war, my lord."
Maxim replied: "Perhaps, more than this one...you must be foreseeable? Once it is installed, then the war will become a total massacre. Perhaps the whole world will be shocked. Wars from ancient times to the present. The way will become completely different...We will all be cursed for it."
"Cursed? By whom? Was it won?"
Gaius just stared at the flames jumping on the charcoal in the furnace, and said casually: "Humans only need to think about human matters. The rest is going to heaven or being judged in hell. The gods will know Think carefully."
Maxim smiled bitterly, lowered his head, and looked at the holy emblem pendant around his neck. The silver holy emblem handed down from the family was tied to the rope, rubbing and shining.
"God."
He shook his head and sighed: "I don't know where that kind of thing is yet."
Gaius laughed, got up, and patted him on the shoulder:
"Don't be stupid, didn't he just stand in front of you?"
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When Charles returned to his room, he saw the wolf flute leaning against the stove and drinking.
The guy cocked his legs, roasting his feet, and the whole room smelled stinky.
"Hey, you just came back." Wolf flute beckoned to him: "Come on, I just started the fire, it's cold outside, right? You roast it too."
When Charlton was overjoyed, he picked up his cotton coat, moved a small stool, and pulled the heavy boots from his feet~IndoMTL.com~ was also placed in front of the stove.
So the air quality in the house began to plummet.
Soon, the face of the wolf flute turned blue:
"Let's open the window..."
"Okay."
Charle was too lazy to get up, lifted his feet, kicked a gap in the ice-free window, and the cold wind roared in and rescued the rat in the corner that was about to be smoked to death.
"Today you scared those old men."
Wolf flute shook his head and sighed: "That thing...is it really okay? It's the thing that can mess up a wall..."
"Problem?"
Charle looked at him blankly: "Is there any problem?"
"You must have thought about the consequences, Charles."
Wolf flute said: "Although I don't understand mechanical engineering, I can tell from the drawings that the degree of completion of that thing is too high, and it is by no means a product of improvised inspiration. You may have designed it a long time ago. Right?
You are not the kind of nerd who only knows how to research but not how to apply it. You understand what the consequences will be if this thing is taken out, right? "
"I know."
Charle nodded, his eyes drooping: "Probably many people will die, wolf flute, there will be more in the future, because of me. I am ready for this."
The wolf flute looked away.
"Don't worry, this is my choice." Charles shrugged and chuckled softly: "The only advantage of being treated as a sacred child is that no one will call out to convict me, right?"
Wolf flute did not answer, just lying on a chair, looking at the snow floating in the window, for a long time, suddenly asked: "That thing, I mean your design, does it have a name?"
Charle thought for a while and smiled.
"Just call it'salvation'."
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