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 mine carts driven by iron chains out of the mine one by one.

The mine workers waiting nearby, under the explanation of the workers from Tang Mo Datang Group, easily opened the wrench on the top, letting the rotation of the steam engine break away from the whole mechanism, and the mine carts stopped.

On the other side, the workers beside the rails took a step forward, turned the mine carts full of ore to the side, and poured out the ore inside.

The remaining miners hurriedly shoveled the ore to a further place with a shovel. The whole process was done in one go, and the speed was unimaginable.

This is just the first revolution in mining. With more mining equipment, the speed at which human beings mine ore will soon increase tenfold and a hundredfold, to the point where even human beings find it terrifying.

Take a look at those huge crater-like mines in Siberia. In front of the big pits dug by ourselves, human beings are as small as dust.

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

"Very good! At least our money is not wasted, isn't it?" 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 only dreamed of owning.This machine can really use a few people to shovel coal and light a fire to complete the work that only giants can do.

Here, she has been looking at it for more than ten minutes. This machine has no intention of resting at all. It just keeps spinning, spinning, and spewing out a stream of steam from time to time, as if it has life.

This is the biggest reliance of North Ridge, and this is the future of North Ridge!With such a machine, her father can have more property, more money, and more strength to revitalize the Luo Ning family!

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

Those precious blueprints, which are more dazzling than jewels, are lying on her dressing table at this moment, and there are lines of beautiful handwriting on each of them.

It's such a wonderful feeling for a man who has never met to present the brightest pearl in the world. This feeling makes her hot and makes her face look like an overripe apple.

Compared with the young man far away in Bunas, those aristocratic talents who have pursued ideas are simply scum.

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

Those poems bought with money, praising her beauty, are really just a bunch of useless words in front of that stack of drawings.

When she saw the stationery that said "To the beautiful Miss Alice" written on the stack of drawings Tang Mo sent, she felt that those words were so beautiful that she couldn't help it. to touch.

"Bah..." The pressure relief valve on the steam engine once again released the excess steam, blowing the scarf around Alice's neck, and stroking her slender neck, which was very itchy and very comfortable.

"Buy 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 girlish thoughts, brushed her long hair on the temples with her hands, and moved slightly Messy hair brushed behind his ears.

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

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

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

They only choose to ride horses when they are partying or on the road, which can be regarded as a fashionable sport or socializing.

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

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

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On the school field, Ronin Fisherow was riding a war horse, watching his First Infantry Battalion of the Northridge Legion, conducting the first large-scale live ammunition shooting drill after the Northridge Legion was equipped with new weapons.

Rows of soldiers lined up neatly, facing the hard north wind in the wide field, waiting for orders with their chins raised.

These soldiers in bright yellow military uniforms carried on their shoulders a sufficient number of 410 Datang Group K1 quick guns.

It has not been a day or two since Datang's needle-fired guns have been in service in the Northridge army. The main force under Earl Fischero's command has actually practiced this weapon in batches.

Many people have used this weapon for target shooting training more than once, and have also conducted dozens of simulated loading training.

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

After using the props for pre-training, let the soldiers touch the real objects and strengthen the training memory, so as to achieve the purpose of accelerating training.

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

Therefore, after more than two months of training, the soldiers of the 1st Battalion have now completed their outfit change, which also made the earl very proud.

"Raise your gun!" Surrounded by a group of knights, a commander held up the wolf flag of North Ridge and issued an order loudly.

The soldiers who heard the order put down the needle guns on their shoulders one after another, and put on a shooting motion.

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

All the soldiers were issued with uniform bayonets, and there were the same water bottles behind them. This was all thanks to Tang Mo. It was Tang Mo's mass-produced equipment, which raised the Northridge Legion's mental outlook to a higher level.

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

A whole row of soldiers fired almost at the same time, and a white mist instantly filled the front of the entire battle formation.Behind the white fog, the soldiers who fired put down the rifles in their hands almost at the same time, lowered their heads and began to clean the barrels of the guns.

A few seconds later, they skillfully took out a new round of ammunition from the ammunition pouch under their ribs—miniature rounds in cardboard casings.

Because it fits the rifling better, Tang Mo's needle-fired gun is more accurate than the flintlock. The use of rifling fundamentally improved the gun's effective range for the first time.

Shortly after a salvo, before the smoke cleared, the Northridge soldiers who fired the first bullet raised their rifles again.

These soldiers are almost full of self-confidence now, because they know that they have switched to the most powerful rifles of this era, and they are now much, much stronger than their enemies!
They have no reason not to be confident, because the rifles in the hands of their enemies have a rate of fire that is only one-third of the rate of fire of the K1 fast gun!

It is impossible for anyone to survive the stormy blow of the K1 fast gun!What's more, the earl has also established a "pistol team"!
The elite cavalry equipped with the Northridge revolver can cut into the most vulnerable part of the enemy at the most critical time, disintegrating the enemy's formation in an instant.

Ronin Fisherow had fought all his life, and he knew that even the army he brought out would not be able to stop the crushing firepower of six consecutive salvos.

As long as this cavalry unit enters the battlefield, the enemy general has only one choice: commit suicide or surrender, or gather routs and then commit suicide or surrender...

"Second row forward!" Not far away, the officer shouted an order, and the wolf flag twitched in the strong wind.

Fischero was thinking about his daughter. He heard that Tang Mo gave his daughter all the blueprints of the steam engine. When he heard about this, he immediately felt ashamed of being robbed.

How did that bastard get lucky and find the aspect that his daughter is most interested in?And this bastard is so courageous, he really does what he likes and even donates his most precious invention...

Come to think of it, it's really damn good!My most precious, most precious...something no one dared to touch for more than ten years...is suddenly in danger, who can hold back.

"Good idea!" He complained loudly in his heart, and then let out a long and helpless sigh - he knew that if that Tang Mo continued to run wildly on the road of making money, his daughter might really have a crush on him.

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

A knight in the distance rode his horse and galloped, only slowing down when he got close.The knight on horseback nodded and reported, "My lord! The weapons from the royal city have arrived! 1000 Cyric flintlocks! The number is 100 more...but..."

"But?" Earl Fischero raised his eyebrows and temporarily put aside his daughter's affairs.

"But the 30 cannons promised to us before, they shirked and said that they would have to wait two months..." The knight who came to report reined in the reins, let the horse turn around, and said a little annoyed.

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

(End of this chapter)