Accurate and fast within seven steps

Chapter 283 Some people are dead, but they are more valuable than living people!
How should I put it, the manufacture of gunpowder weapons, if there is technical content, can be rubbed out by simple methods, but if there is no technical content, the heavy artillery carefully designed by the arsenal is the condensed effort of countless people. Chen Mo can't say anything about gun manufacturing. He is proficient, but he is also considered a master, but he still has to take out his mobile phone to rub the cannon.

Of course, it’s not to search online. At the university, Chen Mo joined a novel group called Taila Imperial City Security Command. The group leader is a street writer. , but because of the rush to the street, the subscription was bleak, and he had never even touched a girl's hand in his twenties. At that time, Chen Mo felt that the other party was pitiful. In addition to subscribing, he also voted for the other party from time to time to encourage the other party.

And in this group, apart from the talented group leader, there are also many big bosses, all of whom are talented, and they speak nicely, and they spread seeds to the group if they have anything to do.

Chen Mo swiped across a long row of license plate numbers, and skipped light infantry tactics, nuclear bomb bunker construction, and other world hegemony guides, and finally found the document he was looking for.

The principle of muzzle gun casting.txt has been downloaded

This thing should be considered together with the Guide to Hegemony in the Other World. There are many other things related to agricultural production and industrial manufacturing, but the number of downloads is very small, which is less than a fraction of the art film of the Japanese teacher's Deyi Shuangxin.

Chen Mo guessed that it might be that few of the older brothers in the group traveled to another world, or it might be that they were created too quickly by the dump truck, so they didn't have time to download it, unlike him, who prepared for everything, you see, This will come in handy!

Under the leadership of Chen Mo, an incarnate artillery foundry, the dwarves in Gushan turned into steelworkers, and built a small blast furnace directly behind the camp, and then smelted the metal plundered from the battlefield.

Thanks to Brother Sauron, although the battle armor he forged for his Orc army in the volcanic furnace was ugly, the quality was not bad. It was enough to peel off the armor from tens of thousands of corpses!

Gondor soldiers are responsible for making molds, and then give them to the elves for reinforcement, and finally pour the solution. Generally speaking, the process of setting the shape takes a long time, but with the white robe, Gandalf made the hot molten iron solidify. It became the body of the cannon.

When Chen Mo designed it, he never thought that this thing could be reused, so the steps that could be simplified were simplified as much as possible.But he made the walls of the cannon very thick, which, while ugly and stupid, was strong enough to withstand the tremendous pressure of the gunpowder when it was fired.

After making more than ten cannons in a row, Chen Mo took the dwarves to burn and cast the ammunition needed for the cannons, and also enchanted them.

The Orcs in Mordor didn't know what the humans outside were doing, they only saw the opponents doing it in full swing. If there were no elves watching the sentry, the impatient Orc army would go out to attack!

Then they know what the hell humans are doing!

When the last cannon was pushed to the city of Mordor by hundreds of soldiers and livestock, Sauron, who knew the goods, couldn't help it.

"Saruman, you are an idiot, a super idiot!"

It's just that no matter how harshly Sauron scolded, Saruman couldn't hear it!
"Load!"

Iron bullets the size of iron barrels were filled into the muzzle, and the dwarves even went into the muzzle to confirm the compaction of the shells.

Then when the preparations were completed, all the soldiers withdrew to a distance of 100 meters, leaving only Gandalf standing there holding a torch.

"Gandalf, shoot Saruman, shoot Sauron in the face!"

After Chen Mo finished speaking, a bunch of people around him burst into laughter immediately, even Elrond couldn't help but cock his mouth, and then he saw Halda laughing beside him, and the two elves looked at each other, Then he shook his head helplessly.

Although Gandalf felt that Chen Mo's words were scolding, he actually wanted to try it, especially since the cannon was named after Saruman.

Ever since, the white robe ignited the fuse, and roared angrily.

"Saruman!"

Then the several-ton cannon fixed to the ground made a loud noise, and the entire cannon body shook suddenly. It first retreated, then lifted the front end under the huge recoil force, and finally smashed back heavily ground.

Chen Mo can already see the cracked cannon body and the deformed muzzle, and Saruman's cannon is reduced by one!

And the projectile that flew out at a speed visible to the naked eye severely wounded the huge city wall of Mordor, tearing a large piece of structure, although compared to the huge city wall, this gap is like appendicitis surgery It's not worth mentioning, but the problem is that if you don't cut your appendix, you may die!
And Gandalf, whose brain was buzzing from the shock, had a look of excitement when he came back to his senses.

"Brown robe, this is much more interesting than a wand!"

Gandalf only hated that his old friend the brown-robed mage was not here to see his own majesty, and then he held a torch and went to the side of another cannon.

"Saruman!"

There was another roar, this time the Saruman cannon withstood the test very well, not only unscathed, but also successfully hit the gate of Mordor, and then smashed out a big crater about half a meter deep.

"Saruman!"

"Saruman!"

Gandalf yelled the name of his old buddy as if venting, and then lit the cannons. The rumbling cannons were deafening. At first, the soldiers who watched were a little scared, but as the cannonballs shot one after another After the walls and gates of Mordor created large cracks, almost everyone began to cheer Saruman, and it was getting faster and faster.

"Saruman, Saruman, Saruman!"

Chen Mo suddenly took pity on that unlucky white robe. If he didn't abandon the light and turn to the dark, but appeared on the scene, his reputation might be much higher than Gandalf's. With this blessing, it would be difficult for Gandalf to turn around!
"This is life!"

Chen Mo can only say that some people are alive, and they are no different from death, but some people are dead, and their contributions are greater than those who are alive!

With the end of the bombardment of the last cannon, the city wall of Mordor was full of potholes, cracks and holes like a honeycomb. A little light sprinkled into the back of the city wall along the hole, illuminating many Orcs crying and howling.

"Are you still coming?"

Chen Mo held the chicken leg in his mouth and looked at the leaders beside him.

"Come again! This is really enjoyable!"

Theoden slapped his thigh, and then stepped forward to take over from Gandalf to light the cannon, but was grabbed by Aragorn and Big Pineapple.

"Gandalf can't be killed, you are different!"

So Theoden could only watch with regret as the dwarf carried the shells and gunpowder up to reload, and kept mumbling.

"Fuck his grandma's leg, Sauron!"

(End of this chapter)