On the Seven Towers

At two o'clock in the afternoon, in a valley behind the school, dozens of soldiers from the guard battalion blocked the entrance to the valley.

Today is the day for the test firing of the improved pneumatic cannon and air gun. Most of the senior figures of the committee came to the scene. Not only Guo Qian, Chang Lin, Wang Jiyuan, Farrell, Morey and other directly related figures were present, but even the members of the education group and the business group came to join in the fun.

A successfully trial-produced pneumatic cannon was put on a pair of wheels and pushed to the gun position by two soldiers.

Luo Ling saw the light of excitement in her uncle Guo Qian's eyes. Not only him, but many visitors had such emotions in their eyes.

Luo Ling knew in her heart that for many modern people, guns and cannons are the source of power they trust. As for magic and fighting spirit, they may be suitable for exploration and private fighting, but they are not a force worth relying on on the battlefield. Therefore, Mao Kai's report did not arouse the excitement of the senior leaders before there was a decisive result, but the gun and cannon test here attracted all the attention.

Meng Guoqiang, the head of the industrial team, stood in front of everyone and introduced the parameters of the gun: "... We redesigned the gun body structure. Based on the original dwarf pneumatic gun, we changed it to breech loading. The redesigned shell shape doubled the muzzle velocity..."

"Uncle, the structure of this gun does not seem to be much different from the pneumatic gun used by the dwarves." Luo Ling said softly.

"It's great that Lao Meng and his team can make it and make some improvements. After all, we are not engaged in military industry, and the equipment is limited. We must explore slowly. Some of our ideas are good, but it's useless if we can't make them. For example, when we discussed that the ideal pneumatic gun also needs a shell to provide a closed explosion space for the warhead, but we don't have this processing capability, so we can only use a smoothbore gun with a solid shell. In this way, a considerable part of the compressed air used for firing is leaked." Guo Qian smiled and said to Luo Ling, "You must encourage him first, don't hit Lao Meng's confidence."

"I don't understand this, it's not the first day I've been a leader. I will give him a thumbs up and give him a little red flower later." Luo Ling squinted her eyes and said.

"You!" Guo Qian pointed at Luo Ling with his finger, "But they are already working on making rifling, and are preparing to add a soft base behind the shells, which can be expanded when the airflow hits to increase the sealing and reduce energy loss. Anyway, take it one step at a time, and take your time."

"...The test firing will begin."

The two soldiers began to operate the pneumatic cannon, one was responsible for adding shells to the cannon, and the other began to inflate the gas tank with magic crystals. About three minutes later, the gas cylinder was full.

"...The first inflation time is longer, but the air is enough to fire five shells. In the interval between installing shells, the gas tank can continue to be inflated to ensure that the energy of each shell is at its peak."

There was no target for this test firing. The cannon only had a very simple sight, and the setting of the shooting parameters was basically based on feeling. The two soldiers roughly adjusted the elevation angle of the cannon and started firing.

With a bang, the pneumatic cannon made much less noise than a cannon, and there was no smoke from the explosion of gunpowder. As the cannon body vibrated, an afterimage flew out from the muzzle, and then hit a tree in the open space in front, breaking the bowl-sized tree into two sections. Then it bounced a few times on the ground, leaving a series of holes.

"Good." Guo Qian took the lead in clapping, and Luo Ling followed suit.

After firing a few rounds and everything was normal, Meng Guoqiang announced: "Next is rapid fire."

The two soldiers continued to operate, and the pneumatic cannon fired one shot after another.

"This weapon looks very flashy." Milda commented, "In terms of power, it is equivalent to a blow from a mid-level wizard. But the accuracy is far from enough."

"You are wrong." Glade retorted, "Weapons like this cannot be viewed alone. Didn't you notice that it was operated by just two ordinary people? How terrible is it that two ordinary people can make a blow comparable to that of a mid-level wizard? In other words, they can have as many "blows comparable to mid-level wizards" as they have such cannons. As long as the number increases, accuracy is not a problem. You see, this cannon now basically fires five rounds a minute. Ten cannons attack together, and they will pour fifty shells on the enemy in a minute. There will always be a few guns that will hit the enemy. Especially those walls and towers that can't run away."

"Is it used like this? But these are all large pieces of metal and magic crystals. How much does it cost?" Milda said in surprise.

"Didn't you find that Luo Ling's territory is particularly rich?"

"That's right..."

Luo Ling listened to their argument quietly. She laughed in her heart. In a real war, the "God of War" would not be used so petty. The iron and fire that covered the sky and the sun would probably make even gods tremble, right?

But her curiosity was also aroused by the two book spirits. She asked: "Can you tell me what the war was like in your era?"

"It was basically the same as now. The knights led the soldiers with swords and guns, and the magicians cast magic in the back. But according to your description, there were more masters among the magicians and warriors at that time than now, and there were more magic equipment." Glade said.

"But the battles of the saints are another matter. They touch on many rules. It is difficult for me to describe their fighting methods in words. But I know that if the saints face such artillery formations, these weapons have no chance of hurting him at all." Milda added.

"But now it seems that the elements in the air, or the magic power claimed by Mao Kai, are thinner than before, so there are fewer saints. So this weapon is still very useful. Even in the wars of our time, saints need saints to fight, but it does not mean that ordinary soldiers are useless." Glade always sings the opposite tune.

Saints... we will have them too, Luo Ling thought to herself, and she asked again: "Why do you think the magic power is becoming thinner and thinner?"

"This..." Mirda was silent for a while, "In fact, there is no need to guess. The wizards of the Seven Holy Towers have already reached a conclusion. This can only mean that the God of Nature is getting closer and closer to awakening."

"You mean, the magic power between heaven and earth has been absorbed by the God of Nature?" Luo Ling immediately grasped the key.

Mirda said: "That's right! The power of the gods originally comes from magic power. Only after they fall or fall asleep, a large amount of magic power becomes ownerless energy and dissipates in this space, which will create high-level warriors, magicians, bloodlines, and magic resources."