Warhammer Seal

Chapter 21 Equipment Upgrade
"Just kidding, my master's master's master's master's master's master's master is a dwarven rune blacksmith."

Uncle Xianglu laughed, covering up the embarrassing situation.

"But to be honest, my master is indeed a dwarf blacksmith. Including me, he has a total of five disciples."

As a technical occupation, I have been mixed with non-speaking steel and blueprints all year round. Once someone talks to me, the craftsman's chatterbox will immediately open.

"The first apprentice is called Furnace, the second apprentice is called Forging Furnace, the third apprentice is called Furnace, and the fourth apprentice is called Blast Furnace. Although I am a human being, I was also named Censer by Master."

"It's not that I'm not good at technology, but that the master can tell at a glance that I'm suitable for fine work."

Once a technical geek opens the chatter box, he will talk there on his own. Scientists and technicians throughout the ages have such a bad habit.

He didn't notice that Wende had already leaned on a bench and fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Wende felt a chill on his face, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that a musket was placed next to his face.

"Try it, my latest craft."

It was really scary, and Wende, who quickly regained his composure, also took over the musket with the bayonet.

In the basement of the incense burner, of course, there is also an experimental place for testing weapons.

A straw man model with Skaven armor strapped to his body. Although it has been punched in a thousand holes, the armor is still relatively strong.

"Stormrat's armor."

Wende said, and then raised the musket in his hand.

Load ammunition, three points and one line, and shoot quickly.

The buckshot that flew out made a deep dent in the Stormrat's armor.

Next, replace the iron bullet, and this time it can successfully penetrate the armor of the Stormrat, so that one bullet can take away a heavy infantry.

The weapons are good weapons, with good range and excellent armor penetration, but the only downside is that they are too expensive.

All musketeers in the empire used lead bullets, and the so-called silver bullet musketeers were also coated with silver on the outside of the lead bullets.

If you use iron bullets, not to mention the round iron balls are a bit too expensive, the rust rate alone cannot guarantee a full load on the battlefield.

It can only be loaded with lead bullets, and then use iron bullets when facing heavy armored infantry.

For this reason, Wende prepared two backpacks, the left side is ordinary ammunition, and the right side is armor-piercing ammunition.

He even put forward the shell case theory, using copper as a container, stuffing prepared gunpowder and projectiles inside, so that it can become a traditional rifle that Wende is more familiar with.

Uncle Xianglu nodded repeatedly, but after careful thought, he found the problem.

The burning efficiency of black powder is not high, so each shot will consume a lot.

If you want to put all the gunpowder and projectiles into a copper shell, you need at least ten copper coins as raw materials, and the waste rate is very high.

Shooting ten copper coins for one shot is too expensive for the money.

A phalanx of 90 musketeers fired ten rounds of armor-piercing ammunition and directly consumed one gold coin.

And after Uncle Censer's introduction to the Imperial Fusiliers, Wende finally understood why the maintenance cost of Imperial Musketeers was much higher than that of Archers and Crossbowmen.

In my own world, the starting time to train an archer is three years, and the limit of the crash course can be compressed to one and a half years.

And a musketeer only needs three months of training to kill a knight who has been trained for more than ten years with a musket.

Therefore, in Wende's world, musketeers were several times cheaper than archers. Within a few years after the appearance of muskets, archers were all eliminated.

But in this old world, everything is reversed, musketeers are more expensive than archers!
First of all, the cities and villages of the empire are like isolated lighthouses in the dark, and the villages and cities are surrounded by impenetrable forests.

Every citizen of the Empire learned how to use a bow and arrow at an early age, and used it in daily life to kill beasts and hunt.

Once the elector issued a call to battle, the assembled militiamen became archers who used bows and arrows, but due to the lack of systematic training, they were weak in close combat and low in morale.

As for the musketeers, although it only takes three months, they are full-time infantry soldiers during the three-month period, with full payment and full payment.

Plus each shot would deposit black powder in the barrel, requiring the barrel to be replaced after a hundred shots.

Rifled barrels are a specialty of Nuln, and humans and dwarves alike claim to be the inventors of rifling.

In the empire, only Nuln can manufacture rifled barrels, for which he must pay a lot of money.

Plus the flint on the flintlock had to be replaced every forty shots, and it still had to be bought from Nunn.

After coming and going, such a ridiculous scene happened in the old world. The construction cost and maintenance fee of the musketeer were actually more expensive than the construction cost and maintenance fee of the archer.

"If only I could get cheap guns and ammunition."

Wen De and Uncle Censer made this exclamation almost at the same time, but the latter suddenly remembered something, hurried up to the second floor, and then moved a huge box down.

It was stuffed full of dusty things, and finally Uncle Censer pulled out a very old map and posted it on the wall.

"This is my master's master's master's master's master's master's master. It is a treasure map left by the dwarf rune blacksmith master. It is said that his master's master's master's master's treasure is hidden."

I saw a line of small characters written on the map.

"The new type of flintlock gun under development does not need to change the barrel and flint. This treasure cannot fall into the hands of those pointed ears, so I hid their samples and design drawings in these corners of the ground. Find it and inherit my firearms knowledge."

Wende nodded, this treasure map is definitely not fake.

Of course he knew all the details of the Battle of Longbeard 4000 years ago. The plains of the Old World were all elves' land, and the mountains of the Old World were all dwarves' land.

The war of more than 300 years has made both sides jealous.

Perhaps Nuln was a dwarven trading post 4000 years ago, and one of the dwarven artisans buried his work in the city's sewers before it fell to the elves.

And Nun's sewers are the sewers that humans directly inherit from the elves, and the sewers of the elves come from the sewers of the dwarves.

Theoretically speaking, these blueprints should still exist, but the underground is naturally threatened by ratmen.

Wende slowly put on the helmet, held a musket in his hand, and carried a flintlock pistol on his waist. At the same time, he was wearing the "king" mail armor, with the help of Uncle Censer.

Sizzle sizzle. . .

Slowly pushed away the iron plate at the entrance of Nun's sewer.

(End of this chapter)