On the Seven Towers

Ferro eventually lost to his own curiosity. He led Chen Hansheng through several houses and came to a clearing by the forest. He pointed at a big tree and said, "Let's compare this to see which one is better, my hand cannon or your gun."

Chen Hansheng said: "How do you want to compare?"

"How about shooting from where we are standing and seeing how powerful it is?"

Chen Hansheng took a look and saw that the tree stump was about 20 meters away from him. He asked Ferro: "Which of us will come first?"

Ferro may have been irritated by the disdainful look in front of him, so he muttered: "Look at mine first!"

Chen Hansheng watched carefully how he operated the hand cannon. Ferro did not take any gunpowder and directly put a gray metal pellet into the muzzle of the gun. Then he took out a pipe and poked it inside. Then I saw him take out a crystal the size of a broad bean from his pocket and press it into the groove on the back of the hand cannon. Ferro raised the hand cannon to take aim while waiting for the magic circle around the groove to slow down. lights up. When the magic circle started to flash, he pulled the trigger below, and with a loud bang, the metal projectiles shot out, directly knocking off a piece of bark in the tree trunk and creating a hole.

It doesn't look like a powder gun at all. Chen Hansheng had a rough guess in his mind and asked, "Did you use airflow to knock out the ball?"

"Of course. Isn't it yours?" Ferro asked strangely.

Chen Hansheng was surprised. Judging from the holes in the tree, the power of this air rifle was astonishing, even more powerful than the American bald eagle air rifle. The magical world does have its own uniqueness.

"No, the guys we use are quite different." Chen Hansheng pulled out his pistol and fired four shots sideways, hitting the top, bottom, left and right where Ferro's bullet holes were, forming a diamond shape.

"I'll show you something more powerful." Chen Hansheng stepped back about thirty meters and fired two more shots from a position of fifty meters, both of which hit Ferro's bullet holes.

Looking at the dumbfounded Ferro, Chen Hansheng smiled and said, "How about it? My gun is much easier to use than your hand cannon, isn't it?"

Ferro stared at the Type 54 pistol, the envy on his face could not be more obvious. He asked impatiently: "Well, can I see the gun in your hand?"

"Exchange." Chen Hansheng said with a smile, "You teach me how to fire your hand cannon, and I will teach you how to use my gun."

Ferro hurriedly put the cannon into Chen Hansheng's hand. He took out a projectile and crystal from the leather pocket on his waist and taught Chen Hansheng how to use it.

Old Chen weighed the air gun and found that it was quite heavy. After all, the metallurgical skills of these dwarves were not up to par. To ensure the strength of the barrel, the barrel had to be made thicker. The outside of the barrel also looks relatively crude, with no sights on the front or rear, and no bayonet holder. Because of the dwarf's size, the barrel is very long and the butt is short.

He looked into the barrel of the gun. There was no rifling in the barrel. There seemed to be a cross-shaped holder at the bottom of the barrel. The bullet inserted was against this holder. There is an air chamber at the rear of the gun. Pull the trigger and use the hammer to open the air chamber, allowing the compressed air inside to pass through the deck and push out the projectiles in front.

As for the compressed air, it comes from the magic circle on the top of the gun butt.

Under the guidance of Ferro, Chen Hansheng pressed a small piece of crystal onto the magic circle, and the magic circle began to input air into it.

"When the magic circle flashes, you have to stop, otherwise this place will explode." Ferro said, pointing to the air chamber.

"What kind of crystal is this?"

"Ordinary crystals will do. Elemental crystals will be more effective, among which wind crystals are the best and fastest." Ferro said.

"How many times can you shoot with one inflation?" Chen Hansheng asked.

"Three or four times. But I inflate it every time so that the force of the projectile is strong enough." Ferro said.

Modern airguns that use gas cylinders can fire dozens of times on a single charge. Although this gun has heavier ammunition and more power, the number of times it is used is relatively reduced.

With a bang, Chen Hansheng fired a shot, creating another hole in the tree. However, it was the first time he used this gun and he failed to grasp the parabola of the ballistics, which was much lower than Ferro's shot.

After firing the gun, Chen Hansheng knew that he had found a treasure. Even if he didn't get anything from the ruins this time, this dwarf air rifle was still a very valuable technology. If the materials are good enough, the production is fine, and components such as the bolt magazine are added, it can be combined with the school's existing technology to temporarily replace gunpowder firearms and solve the dilemma of difficulty in producing gunpowder.

However, how to obtain these technologies deserves careful consideration.

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Luo Ling and others followed the village chief to a stone house located on the edge of the village. It could be seen that the stone house was built not many years ago and its appearance was rough and crude.

"This is where those poor people are imprisoned." The village chief asked the guard to open the door and led Luo Ling and others in. The structure of the stone house is very simple. There is a long corridor after entering the door. There are cells on both sides of the corridor. Each cell is separated by a wooden fence as thick as a bowl, and dwarves are locked inside.

These people were old and young, but they all looked terrible. Their clothes were torn and dirty, and they were all lying lifelessly on the ground.

"They were noisy at first, but then they found out that we wouldn't open the door anyway, so they became quiet," the village chief said.

Elena released the detection magic again, looking at the cells one by one. She shook her head and said, "No, these people don't have fighting spirit, they are all ordinary people. We can't treat them like we helped Babik."

"Is there really no way?" The village chief sighed, "But they are indeed ordinary people. These evil spirits are cowardly mice, and they only dare to bully the weak. A fighting spirit warrior like Babik would not be possessed by evil spirits if he hadn't drunk too much and slept too hard. We really want to smash into the ruins and wipe out all these evil spirits!"

"Village chief, don't lose heart. Maybe after we open the ruins, we can find a way to save them." Luo Ling comforted.

"Ling, I found something special. The evil spirits controlling these people are surprisingly consistent. Their bodies are almost exactly the same." Elaina said, "You have to know that ghosts and the like are different, just like people are tall, short, fat, and thin. In fact, because they are not bound by their bodies, the differences are even greater. But these evil spirits are not like that, it's like..."

"Like they have been processed by someone and become exactly the same?" Luo Ling said.

"That's right! That's it." Elaina clapped her hands and said, "It's like they are all sculptures carved by someone in the same way."

"It seems that all the answers still have to be found in the ruins."

Thanks to the book friend 20170806163003704 for the reward.