Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 477 The pit is 098 meters deep, if you want to win, go all out (1)
Fang Jiran lowered her head and pursed her lips, as if she didn't hear her words.

Mo Jiu couldn't see her face, so he gave a strange "Hey", squatted down and moved the mud and plant ash on the ground, then tilted his head, "Say?!"

"What did you say?" Fang Jiran was stunned for a moment. Seeing her hunched over in pain, she pulled a stool and motioned for her to sit down, but she didn't answer the question: "Let's discuss, what kind of firearm should we use?"

This mechanical platform is different from the mechanical platforms in the other three directions. The materials are all used to make firearms, but what kind of firearms can be made can be freely played by people... But Mo Jiu's concern is obviously not in this Regarding the matter, she still clings to the last sentence, "Don't change the subject, you just said, who is protecting me?"

Fang Jiran's veiled hat moved slightly, let out a low heck, and smiled: "It's not good for you to be so impatient. In the future, you will suffer." She said casually like an older sister teaching a younger sister, and ignored it. Mo Jiu kept throwing the eye knife over, took the saltpeter over, began to mix the ingredients, and continued to ask her about firearms.

The two talked about each other, but Mo Jiu just quit.

"Fang Jiran, not only am I impatient, but I also have a bad temper."

Fang Jiran gave her hand a slight pause, slowly raised her head, and looked her up and down.With a long skirt, a slender waist, a delicate nose and cherry lips even after wearing a mask, and a pair of black and bright eyes, Mo Jiu in front of her is undoubtedly beautiful... She sighed slowly, with a faint smile on her face. Smiling: "Sister, don't you know that there have always been many people who are willing to protect the beauties throughout the ages. You are so handsome, and there will be many people who will protect you. Why do you need to ask?"

There is nothing wrong with this logic.

But Mo Jiu felt that she was talking too much, and there was a problem instead.

Looking at Fang Jiran indifferently, Mo Jiu was preoccupied and lowered his head to do things.

The room was silent for a while, Fang Jiran saw that she was silent, her eyebrows were not as raised as before, she pursed her lips, and didn't ask her any more, and fell into silence.The two of them were doing their own things, the surroundings were quiet, and the atmosphere became strangely dignified. In the huge room, only the old wooden clock in the south was left, making a hoarse and dull mechanical sound.

After a long time, Mo Jiu suddenly raised the back of his hand and wiped his forehead, "How about being an enemy of a thousand people?"

"An enemy of a thousand men?" Fang Jiran's gaze under the veiled hat shone brightly.

"Haven't heard of it?" Mo Jiu's lips twitched slightly, stretched slowly, hollowed out the middle of a large mud ball that had been kneaded, put it on a shelf where it could be exposed to the sun to dry, and licked it again. Pursing her lips, she turned her head and blinked at Fang Jiran, "Of course, I haven't heard of it either."

"..." Fang Jiran calmed down, smiled and shook his head and said, "Are you in the mood for a joke?"

"This is not a joke." Mo Jiu sighed deeply: "Because a thousand enemies will be made from our hands—" Mo Jiu knows a lot about firearms, and has studied a kind of firearms before. Something called "The Enemy of Ten Thousand People".The Enemy of Thousands appeared in the late Ming Dynasty. It is a mobile weapon suitable for close-range combat, and it is also a weapon for defending the city.The firepower is so strong that it can blow people and horses to pieces, but the guy weighs tens of catties, and the materials here are limited, so it can't be made, so we can only make a scaled down one.Therefore, she called it "the enemy of a thousand men".

"Okay, let's go to Thousand Enemies." Fang Jiran heard her roughly describe the production of Thousand Enemies, and seemed to have confidence in her. He didn't ask the bottom line, just brought the sulfur and saltpetre in front of him, and said softly. Ask her: "How much nitrate, how much sulfur?"

"Nitre explodes vertically." Mo Jiu was silent for a moment, then looked back at her, "For blasting. Nitrate seven sulfur three."

(End of this chapter)