The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Forming a pursuit unit around the rest of the cavalry unit and letting it move into pursuit, I checked the damage and climbed up the hill as I worked my men.

The prototype cannon, which did its last job of destroying Kurtos' castle gate, finally held its breath and is now resting.

As we climbed the hiking trail, where obstacles were removed because of the end of the meeting, there were traces of rough combat and the remains of dragons.

There are many broken spears growing from a body covered in green scales. The rope that grew from its roots was tied to the trees behind it to try to pull it off the cannon line.

Apparently, he worked effectively.

I can't stand the weight of a falling dragon and the pattern seems to have broken, but I can't help this.

A large spear is a weight that humans cannot handle when the pattern is made thick and sturdy.

"My lord!"

"Hey, Cricall. Did it matter?

The man who had spoken was the man who had just become a soldier, when it came to cricol.

Originally involved in development as a Howe employee, he joined the army as a instructor in order to create artillery in an obscure manner.

It is supposed to be the Chief Officer of the Artillery Corps.

"It was important. What is it, huh?"

Cricole saw the dragon.

As always, it was a frank way of speaking, unlike the raw military man who decorated the knight's chapter on his chest.

"What's the damage?

"There are five artillery deaths and twenty-two serious minor injuries!

Says the aide wearing it on the cricket.

These damage reports, which are basic in the military, cannot be reported because the cricol is different from field to field.

For that reason, the aide who kept it was wearing a competent man.

"Right."

Do you see more or less of the five dead? I guess less to see dragon pointy nails or mouths that seem to swallow people whole.

"And it's a cannon, but it's probably useless no more."

"Have you lost it? How did it break?"

"It's an erosion."

Incendiary erosion is a phenomenon in which the inner surface of the cannon cavity is burned by the heat of gunpowder and shredded by friction with bullets.

When burned, the metal surface appears to be brittle, and the closer it is to the charge burning in the cannon cavity, the faster it scrapes.

"I used it while sprinkling water, but I knew I couldn't."

"Is it bad enough to get rid of it?

"Well, if you can use it, you can use it... the last one, because the range was already shorter."

The range of this cannon is about 2 km on the flat ground. It even reached the army of the Dragon Empire by raising it to the hill, but it was a calculation that would not have arrived without the aid due to height.

Speaking of which, I don't think there was any shelling of the Dragon Empire around the end.

Rather than the power of the shelling itself, it would mean that they were crushed by the fact that they were being shelled and the intimidation caused by the gunfire.

"If you get so gabbly that you can't cover it with a belt, the spin strip won't work at the end of the day."

The shell that grabs this is wrapped around the tail of the shell like a bowl of copper. Its belt portion is slightly larger than the actual cannon caliber, and when fired, this is where it feeds into the rifling.

The shells are not made of lead as soft as the bullet in the gun, so if you don't use the belt, the iron and iron will rub together and the cannon cavity will be sharpened in no time.

"Nevertheless, there will always be a lot of cities. Cannons are useful for breaking down walls. If it's going to burst with internal pressure when I fire it, I'm going to have to discard it."

"Exactly, I don't think so..."

"Let's use it for a while now. Just let me have the suicide bombers so I can dispose of them at any time."

A suicide bomb charge is, in short, a chunk of black powder with a lid that seals the launch port instead of a warhead.

When this is loaded and fired, the cannon cannot withstand the power of the explosion and explodes.

Originally, black gunpowder, whether it's a gun or cannon, has properties that are too strong to be used as a firing drug. The speed of combustion exceeds the speed of sound, causing an unnecessary impact to the shell.

Nitrocellulose, the raw material for smokeless gunpowder, also benefits from having less smoke, but does not burn as fast as black gunpowder.

The fact that this cannon is lighter than anything before is that I was able to thin the thickness of the meat by quitting black gunpowder is significant.

Therefore, if you burn a chunk of black powder instead of smokeless powder, the body will not hold. Suicide bombers were tools that used it to self-destruct cannons.

Tail plugs that are structurally independent of the main body will remain intact, but with this, when there is no time to retreat, we can only avoid a situation where the cannon will be captured intact by the enemy and everything will be known.

"I know. It's a hunk of trade secrets that I've worked so hard on."

"Let me be thorough. Give it to your enemies and you'll be in trouble."

This cannon converted the steel we were studying for a rear-mounted rifle gun, equipped with a disconnected-screw type closure machine, cut off the rifle ring, and equipped with a spring type retreat multiplexer.

A retreat multiplexer is one that originally enters between the cannon seat and the cannon body to absorb the recoil of the artillery fire. Only the cannon body can back and forth and suppress the cannon from falling back in recoil.

But I made this in time, and it only works poorly because it's a trick.

The weight humps, and the recoil cannot be absorbed and just moves backwards, or the shrunken spring flies forward with a stretched momentum.

Since it was an irresistible substitute, the cannon seemed to have been stabilized to the ground with a shelf and secured with ropes and long piles tied to trees and cuttings.

This cannon is such an entirely unsophisticated rough shredding prototype, but still incorporates new ideas like mountains.

Where it was stolen, the Islamist state would not be able to make smokeless gunpowder or other such, so it would not be able to operate on an equivalent basis, but the closing machines or the like could be imitated.

"Well, it would be hard to steal if it were so heavy, but more than it's known, the enemy would also be blood-eyed and targeted. Be careful."

"It's out of my jurisdiction. Tell the army."

"Oh... well, well"

Cricole is a soldier on the books, but he's just saying he can't and being coached. Either he has a strong personality, such as a company employee or researcher.

"Around there, I'll leave the escort unit to be thorough. Rest assured."

said the aide. He's a pretty good person, so it won't be a problem.

and that's where I heard the rustling and wings cut the wind.

It sounded different than usual because of the cannon and gunfire being pounded, but when I looked up it was definitely an eagle.

A man comes down in his preaching costume.

"My lord! It's a report!

"What's up?

"We have captured the prince of the Qur 'an Dragon Empire and his prince. Currently being evacuated. He wants immediate instructions!

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It's been a long time since a baffling exotic language popped up. It's Arn.

"You, you don't speak Terrorist?

"I, Terrorist, can't speak"

The boy, supposedly Prince Ardil, meh. Intonation said it in a unique Catacotto terror language.

It doesn't feel like we can have as much daily conversation as we do. I studied for about three hours, it feels like.

This is not good.

"Under what circumstances did you catch him?

There is hardly a boy soldier in this world, so it seems quite likely that this boy will be a prince, or a shadow fighter.

The reason for the absence of juvenile soldiers is not always from a humanitarian point of view.

Simply because there are no small, light and powerful weapons that even children can handle, so it makes little sense.

Collecting children and sending them off to the battlefield with cheap swords and spears would be cheap if they tried to do it.

But it won't be a battle in the adult opponent's White Soldier battle, so he dies soon. You can't expect it as a force of war. Considering also that replenishment must be given, there is no benefit in operating it, no matter what you think.

There have been cases of naivety used by merchants in and out of the camp, luggage carriage, and near-term care around him, but this boy won't be the same because the clothes he's wearing aren't just anything.

It's a fabric I've never even seen, but at first glance I can tell that it takes a lot of work to destroy tea.

"Uh... the Kingsguard cavalry division of Lord Dolla I caught quickly moved into pursuit, so the details are...... it just seems that thanks for flying out of the group on a single ride and aside from it. We had a squad following it and making strange moves, assaulting it and captivating it. It seemed like it."

Dolla was leading a left-wing cavalry group. We are in the middle of a pursuit right now, so we should certainly have hit the Dragon Empire first.

In a trap, it doesn't feel like the Dora that ate into it was harmed, and I have no idea what it's all about.

To hear the story, I tried to put him on the best horse for an escape, but he was bad at equestrianism and let him run wild, is that what you're talking about?

An escort immediately chased him, but said he had the lightest boy on the fastest horse, but it had also become difficult to catch up with him.

If so, clearly, it is a very dumb story.

I know I couldn't get out of here by letting the dragon ride two.

Unlike eagles, dragons appear to be animals that are originally quite difficult to handle. I get used to people, but there's basically no such thing as conscience. Sometimes he gets angry suddenly in the air, in which case even a skilled dragon cavalry (dragon rider) can't get in the mood with first aid measures.

Most of the time I can handle it, but if I escalate my anger, he says I can get hysterical in the air and slap my wings in the tail and crash.

I honestly don't know what the truth is, but it seems to be true that there is little use as a taxi, either private or official, in the Kingdom of the Enterk Dragon or the Qur 'an Dragon Empire.

I guess it's not something the prince or anything else can put on.

Maybe I didn't think the prince couldn't ride the horse, but if that was the case, at the expense of speed. But I should have ridden both of you and let you sit as your luggage.

"Didn't the dragon empire guys come after the prince?

I am not familiar with the internal circumstances of the Qur 'an dragon empire, but is it important to be a prince?

It's probably one of many of us, but it's not like we can throw it away.

"I've been following you. They've returned all the troops to take it back, so they're dressed to be left behind in the battlefield, and now they're dressed like dragon Imperial Army is being pushed back."

Wow......

So, is this guy serious and real?

It's a thankful story if you think about it normally, and it's a matter of luck that the Dragon Imperial Army, which I don't even want to fight for, will take a leap forward.

"Yuri-kun, why don't you let the military ambassador out? The people of the Qur 'an dragon empire will not have the right to work hard for this country. Even if you get stuck, the chase won't work."

"I don't care... even Myalo can't speak Arn. I mean, is there even one speaker of Arn in our army?

Strongly, I can't say I'm definitely not confused because some of the former slave Shans back may have studied, but I never thought I'd need Arn in this way, etc., so I haven't looked for them or brought them in.

There's only one person I know who can talk to as much as Dr. Etha.

"Even if you're not here, there's probably an interpreter in the Dragon Empire Army who understands Terrorist. If you don't understand the language of the preaching, it's a problem."

Oh, well.

It's obvious if you think about it.

"Well, do you normally write in Terrorist... I'll deal with the surrender negotiations later (later) about the prince's identity, and I promise something to deal with you about the treatment... Feel like it?

"I think so."

"I'll write"

I understand Terrorist better than Myalo. I'd better write it.

"Yes, please"

"You write something too."

I said it in Terrorist, looking at Prince Ardil.

"Eh."

Myalo raised a strange voice.

The prince is sitting in a chair without a seat.

When I looked again, it felt like a shallow black handsome boy with a deep moat face.

But the situation is a little strange.

My liver is sitting, and I'm not even moving in this situation. It wasn't like that, it was like he didn't have legs on the ground, or he didn't understand the status quo in which he was taken prisoner, it was like he was floating away.

"You, write"

and put the pen and paper in front of him, saying a simple word of terror.

Although catacotto is also a catacotto, he seems to be able to speak a little, and you may know how easy it means. At least, you'll know about two names.

"... Yuri, do you want me to write to the prisoner himself? We can't verify the contents here."

"It's also possible that a Terrorist interpreter was missing during the retreat. They didn't see anything bad, and you don't have a problem."

Approximately to Myalo's fears, the prince is unexpectedly honestly holding a pen and beginning to write.

The intent seems to be clear.

In the meantime, it doesn't feel frightened and crying, and it doesn't say it's going to kill me, help me quickly, etc.

This guy doesn't have one of the interpreters either, because it's inconvenient and I can't help it. It's also beneficial for this guy to write.

"I'm letting you write to me freely, and you're not gonna think I'm doing anything wrong."

"... um, well, maybe that's true"

"Well, I guess I'll write too."

I ran the pen as hard as I could, using the most polite language possible, thinking, and finally signing.

Looking at the prince, he seemed to have already written the letter.

"Write another one,"

Exactly. I want to verify after the fact.

"Same, write"

Arranging another piece of the same paper side-by-side with a simple Terrorist word in his mouth, the prince began to copy the contents, whether he understood the intent.

I have no idea what it means to be written, but from what I've seen, the text looks the same. They seem to be replicating it properly.

When I received the replicated letter, I circled two pieces over what I had done for them and put them in a cartridge for the preaching.

"Better put his belongings in there with him, too"

"Oh, right. I like that."

You might be more trusted that way.

I pulled the ring out of the irresistible prince's finger and put it in the barrel.