Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party that Traveled to Another World

"How many years have you not been back? More than ten years, right?" With the setting sun, the old knight looked at his hometown, Lake Town.

The attendant beside him laughed and said, "Haha, Lord Schroeder must be impatient, right?"

"I was very excited just now, and suddenly I thought that besides those old friends who occasionally communicated, I wonder if there are other neighbors who remember me." The knight's heart suddenly surged with an inexplicable sadness, and the horse under the seat seemed to feel the master's thoughts and gradually slowed down.

The young attendant comforted: "After all, it has been more than ten years, even if they don't remember, there is nothing you can do. Anyway, you will not leave in the future, there is plenty of time, and they will accept you again."

"You are right, Joyce, no matter how sad you are, it is useless, face it well. Go--" The knight dispelled the melancholy in his heart, shook the reins, and the horse trotted happily again.

"You, don't you regret following an old man like me to this rural place?"

"No, I still need to learn a lot from you! I won't leave until I have completely drained all your knowledge."

"Oh? That depends on your ability..."

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"Knight Bryce, oh no, it should be Captain Bryce, went to fight pirates with the lord, and he hasn't come back yet." Bryce's neighbor said so.

"Thank you."

After Schroeder thanked him, he turned to his followers and said, "It seems that the pirate problem here has revived! Well, let's go back to the old house to clean up and visit again when Bryce comes back."

So they walked towards Schroeder's old house.

Along the way, Schroeder looked at the streets of his hometown. He didn't look carefully just now because he was in a hurry. Now he looked carefully. Although the basic structure has not changed much, it has become quite tidy. There are things marked as "trash cans" at intervals, which are probably used to collect public garbage.

Regardless of other things, just talking about cleanliness, even the Royal Street in the capital is no better than this.

"Huh? What is that? 'Kaishuipu', what does it do? Is it a unique store here?" The squire Joyce found a store he had never seen before.

"I don't know, I don't remember seeing such a store." The old knight was also very surprised.

Just then, they found a team coming over the floating bridge. After arriving at the island in the middle of the lake, they did not go to the main street of the town, but turned and disappeared along another path.

"Hmm... It seems that the result of the crusade against pirates is not optimistic." The knight and the squire looked at each other and thought of the same thing.

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"Just like that, your grandfather paid off the debt for my family, funded me to go to the capital for further studies, and then recommended me to Changling Fortress to join the Northern Legion."

In the castle hall, Knight Schroeder finished his introduction.

"Then why did you return to Lake Heart Town...?"

"When people get older, they want to return to their roots, so I resigned from the army and returned to my hometown to settle down."

Knight Schroeder's words touched Paul a little. Yesterday's failure made him lose most of his excitement as a time traveler. He didn't know if he could go back to his "hometown" before.

"Your family has given me a second life. I heard about your father's experience and felt deeply sad. Please allow me to join your team to avenge the old earl and contribute to the peace of my hometown."

Speaking of the old earl, the old knight's face showed grief and anger. Before, the old earl had praised his good health in the letter, but now he is gone all of a sudden, damn pirate.

Bryce said happily: "Lord Schroeder has rich military experience. His joining will definitely help us get out of yesterday's failure."

Glanced at Bryce with dissatisfaction, he was not alert at all. How could military secrets be disclosed in front of outsiders? It seems that confidentiality education should be strengthened in the army.

But then again, he really needed a general who was familiar with the current military system. Although Bryce and his gang were loyal, it was obvious that dealing with pirates was the limit of their current ability.

"Knight Schroeder, welcome to join my army." He stood up and extended his hand to the old knight.

Schroeder held the young earl's hand and said, "Due to some reasons you should already know, I can't swear allegiance to you openly, but time will prove my intention."

Paul expressed his understanding, and he didn't want to use the personal dependence of the feudal era to guarantee the loyalty of the army.

Knight Schroeder, accompanied by everyone, visited the old earl who had been sleeping for a long time in the family cemetery, and then he asked to review the current territory army.

In the afternoon, four companies were assembled on the military camp playground. Seeing the speed of assembly and standing posture of the soldiers, Knight Schroeder was greatly surprised.

"They are good soldiers. Even the King's army can't line up so quickly and march so evenly."

Hearing the old knight say this, the young earl straightened his chest, feeling very proud, as if he had just forgotten that he had just suffered a defeat.

"But the momentum is much worse."

"Well... after all, most of them are rookies, and they started off badly. However, we have a powerful secret weapon, and now we will demonstrate it in front of the whole army. This is the first time."

Then he shouted to the soldiers: "All soldiers, listen to my order, stand at ease."

"Soldiers, don't be discouraged by yesterday's failure! I have ordered people to fetch the secret weapons we developed in the assault. Now let's show their power. With them, we can definitely wipe out the shame. First, I will show you the hand grenade. Grenadiers, step out."

As soon as the voice fell, a team of soldiers carrying packages ran far enough in front of the crowd and lined up in a horizontal line, facing some thick wooden stakes that had been stuck in the ground. These soldiers were wrapped in thick cotton clothes from head to toe.

They first took out the bamboo fire tubes (something similar to the ancient Chinese fire sticks) they carried with them, opened the lid and blew up the fire, and then took out a strange-looking cylinder from their backpacks. Everyone guessed that this was the grenade mentioned by the Earl. You can vaguely see a wooden handle protruding from the bottom, wrapped with a thin rope. After the soldiers untied the rope, they held the wooden handle tightly.

Only the little Earl gave an order: "Throw the bomb."

The demonstration soldier immediately used a bamboo fire tube to light the line on the object in his hand. After it burned for a while, he gathered all his strength to throw the object in his hand towards the wooden stake.

No mistake, one sentence, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

The "grenades" thrown over exploded among the wooden stakes, making a huge noise. Some exploded after landing, and some exploded before landing. After the explosion, the fragments were scattered, and a large amount of white smoke rose from the wooden stakes.

Those who had not participated in the development of new weapons were shocked by the explosion, and then they all reacted. It turned out that the explosions often heard during the training of new recruits were caused by this kind of thing.

A soldier in heavy armor went to the wooden stakes to check and confirmed that there were no unexploded bombs. After making a gesture to indicate safety, Paul ordered the formation to be disbanded and let the officers and soldiers come to see the effect of the new weapon.

Everyone covered their noses and endured the pungent smell as they came to the wooden stakes. They found that there seemed to be a huge force that deeply embedded the fragments after the explosion (mainly the iron nails embedded in the grenade) into the wooden stakes. They all exclaimed in amazement. If this was thrown into the crowd, people with less clothing would be killed or skinned. If someone who was unlucky was hit in the face, the scene was too beautiful to imagine.

Knight Schroeder sincerely praised: "It will be very useful against those temporary recruited soldiers. Throwing a few of them will make them scatter."

"Next, show the second weapon. As long as you hold it, even a farmer who has just put down his hoe can easily kill a well-trained soldier." Paul clapped his hands loudly, attracting everyone's attention, and proudly said something extremely appetizing.

Two thick iron plates were fixed to the ground, and then two soldiers holding matchlocks came up. Everyone was quickly attracted by the strange weapons in the soldiers' hands.

The two soldiers stood 10 meters away from the steel plate, and according to the steps they had practiced long ago, they took out a small bottle for storing gunpowder, opened it, and filled the medicine pool behind the barrel with some gunpowder and closed the medicine pool cover.

Then they stood up the gun, poured all the remaining gunpowder in the small bottle into the barrel from the muzzle, and then took out a lead bullet and loaded it into the barrel, pulled out the cleaning rod from under the barrel, and inserted it into the barrel to compact the gunpowder and bullet.

Finally, the burning end of the matchlock was fixed to the matchlock clamp at the head of the snake-shaped rod of the bolt. Due to the presence of the medicine pool cover, the matchlock was effectively prevented from accidentally touching the primer in the medicine pool and causing misfire.

"Aim!!!"

After hearing the order, the two soldiers pointed their guns at the iron plate in front of them, making a posture similar to that of a crossbowman aiming in the eyes of everyone.

"Fire!!!"

The soldier closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. The lid of the medicine pool opened under the push of the trigger. At the same time, the head of the snake rod quickly fell towards the medicine pool, causing the matchlock to ignite the primer, which burned rapidly and then ignited the propellant in the barrel.

With a "bang", a burst of fire and smoke spurted out of the barrel. Everyone looked in the direction of the musket's aiming and saw a terrible big hole on the two iron plates.

"Oh...!!!" Those who had not participated in the development of new weapons were stunned. Someone said hesitantly: "Is this... Is this magic?" Such a small bullet actually penetrated a piece of iron plate.

The terrible power of the musket set off a huge wave in everyone's heart, especially the Knight Schroeder, who had a military career for decades. When he saw the power of the "grenade" just now, he just admired it, but the feeling the musket gave him could be described as horror.

I have practiced martial arts for decades. If they have the same weapons, I can fight a dozen ordinary people in close combat. But if the opponent has a weapon like a musket, even a child with a little more strength can easily kill me.

He suddenly thought of something and turned around and asked, "Lord Earl, please strictly control the use of this weapon, otherwise there may be some trouble."

The little earl smiled and said, "Of course, Knight Schroeder, I don't want someone to suddenly open a big hole in my chest."