Pirate King: Unparalleled<

Tris followed Frey out of the military camp. At this time, a carriage had been waiting there for a long time. Tris asked strangely: "Your Majesty, where are we going now?"

When Frey heard Tris' question, he smiled mysteriously and said: "Now follow me back to the palace, and I will show you a mysterious secret weapon. That thing is the source of my confidence. When you have seen that weapon and got it, After knowing its power, you will naturally let go of the high-mindedness in your heart."

In this way, Frey took the confused Tris back to the palace in his own carriage. Surrounded by the guards and Tris, they passed through the palaces. Finally, Frey and his team came to the previous palace because he had practiced The back garden was shattered by the sword energy unconsciously released by the sword.

At this time, the back garden has been restored and tidied up by skilled craftsmen, and it looks brand new. It cannot be seen that it has been damaged before. There is a pavilion in the center of the back garden, and a pavilion is built in it. A round stone table has a spear-like object placed on it.

Frey whispered to the guards to stand guard nearby and not to come in if they heard any noise, and then led Tris straight towards the stone table in the pavilion.

Not long after, the two came to the stone table. Frey reached out and grabbed the spear-like object placed on the stone table, and threw it to Tris next to him. Then he sat down and drank slowly and placed it on the stone table. The black tea in this world is savored carefully.

Tris was startled by the object thrown by Frey. He hurriedly grabbed the object, then put it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

This is an unknown firearm with a beautiful shape similar to a "matchlock". It is made of a long thick black wood as a handle, with a smooth and shiny barrel in the middle. Under the thick handle There is a ring in the hair, and there is a hook inside. I don’t know what it is used for.

There is a cone-shaped flint wrapped with iron behind the upper barrel. There is also a long iron rod inserted under the barrel for unknown purposes. There is a leather belt underneath to restrain the head and tail. It weighs about four At about six kilograms, you can easily hang it on your shoulders without any effort at all.

After careful observation, Tris raised his head. He looked at Frey who was drinking black tea elegantly and asked: "Your Majesty, what is this unknown firearm that looks like a "matchlock"? Is this your Majesty?" The source of faith spoken by the mouth.”

After hearing Tris's inquiry, Frey drank the black tea in the cup in one breath, put it down gently, stood up, took the unknown firearm from Tris's hand, and said to him with a proud smile. : "Yes, this is the source of my confidence. This exquisite firearm that looks like a "matchlock" is called a "smoothbore flintlock."

"It is an upgraded version of the "matchlock gun". It is powerful, simple, convenient and very easy to use."

Frey took out a paper bag and a round iron bead from his body and said with a smile: "With these two items, you can easily fire bullets to kill the enemy. It will not be as complicated and complicated to use as the "matchlock gun"." The damage is surprisingly low.

The rate of fire of this "smoothbore flintlock gun" is about two to three times that of the "matchlock gun", and its lethality is about one to one and a half times higher than that of the "matchlock gun".

Tris was a little doubtful, and he asked: "Your Majesty, are you saying that this firearm called the smoothbore flintlock is an upgraded version of the matchlock. It is more powerful than the matchlock, and the number of shots is two times faster than the matchlock." three times"

Hearing Tris's question, Frey smiled and said, "Well, I'll demonstrate it to you and you will know how powerful this gun is."

Frey waved to the guard in the distance. The guard who saw his gesture immediately came to Frey with a very thick breastplate that had been prepared and placed it gently on the table. Bow and leave.

Under Frey's instruction, Tris placed the breastplate, which was 2 millimeters thick, on a rockery ten meters away. After placing it firmly, Tris quickly ran back.

At first, Tris patted his chest, indicating that he would put on this breastplate and let Frey shoot him. Frey refused righteously and told him that he would do it later. You will know how dangerous your current thoughts are.

Tris was a little unimpressed. In his mind, the matchlock gun was the kind of useless thing that could withstand four or five bullets even if he didn't wear armor.

Frey ignored Tris's heart. He took the smoothbore flintlock gun in his hand, gently tore open the paper package containing the gunpowder, poured it into the gunpowder port next to the lighter, and then took the iron Put the beads into the muzzle of the gun.

He took out the purge bar placed under the gun barrel, gently pushed the iron ball to the bottom with the purge bar, placed the purge bar casually next to him, then picked up the gun in his hand, and carefully aimed it ten meters away. He was wearing a set of silver breastplates. With the target determined, his index finger pulled the trigger in his hand hard.

"boom"

With a violent gunshot, the birds in the back garden were frightened by the gunshot, and Frey's body moved slightly to the side with the recoil of the gun, and was placed in the distant armor's response. It fell to the ground after the bullet, and even a hole was punched through the rockery behind the armor.

Both Tris and Frey were startled. It was the first time Frey fired a gun. Although he had already prepared for it, he was still surprised by the violent gunshots. Tris I was frightened because of the bullet-hit breastplate in the distance and the rockery behind it.

He came to the rockery where the armor was placed. He looked at the armor that had been pierced and the rockery that had been pierced by bullets and left a hole. He swallowed his saliva in fear, and cold sweat fell from his body. He thought to himself if he had been shot while wearing armor. Ray fired a shot from his gun, and he may have fallen to the ground unconscious.

Tris returned to Frey with the breastplate with a hole pierced by a bullet. Frey took the breastplate from his hand, looked at it carefully for a while and said with a smile: "Uncle Tris, how are you? I This secret weapon should now make you feel relieved a little bit."

Tris was still a little shocked. When he heard Frey's question, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his hand and replied excitedly: "Your Majesty, this improved matchlock, no, it should be called a "smoothbore flintlock" weapon. It is simply amazing. If everyone in the army is equipped with such a weapon, even if the nobles from all over the country collude with the pirates and attack the royal capital together, I am very confident that they will all be defeated. Annihilate”.

After finishing speaking, Tris suddenly didn't know what he thought of. He frowned and asked: "Your Majesty, I just don't know what the output of this new weapon is and whether it can be widely used in the army. What is needed for this weapon?" Whether there are enough gunpowder and ammunition, if there are only a few or dozens of guns, it will be useless against a small-scale war involving dozens or even hundreds of people."

Tris paused and asked worriedly: "Also, is it true that only Your Majesty knows how to produce this kind of weapon, or do nobles also have such powerful weapons in their hands?"

After being briefly excited by Tris, Frey calmly made this analysis and questions. He was very satisfied. He responded with a smile: "Currently, I only have more than ten smoothbore flintlock guns in my hand. Production is not a problem, as long as haha Rod has obtained all the materials I need and can produce dozens or hundreds of them in a day. Although this will waste a lot of my time, it doesn't matter."

As for the gunpowder and ammunition needed, I have arranged for Harold to circle a place near the palace, build a shed, and hire some peasant women to assemble these paper gunpowder bags for me, surrounded by soldiers. Patrolling back and forth day and night.

The blacksmith shops in the royal capital are currently producing the required ammunition day and night, with a daily output of more than one thousand to two thousand rounds.

Frey picked up the black tea next to him to moisten his dry throat and continued: "At present, only I can produce this kind of firearm. Maybe someone has invented it in other sea areas in this world, but for now , Donghai does not have the conditions to produce such weapons, so you can rest assured.

Hearing Frey's answer, Tris breathed a sigh of relief. He thought to himself that this powerful weapon could only be controlled by the royal family and could not be easily passed on to others.

Frey could see that Tris was obviously relieved. He smiled and comforted: "Uncle Tris, you don't have to worry. It doesn't matter even if others know how to make this weapon. Wait until they can imitate and make it." By that time, I had redesigned another weapon that was more powerful and easier to use.

Frey said with a smile: "Tomorrow I will take out a small batch of "smoothbore flintlock guns" for you to bring to the military camp for the new recruits to practice. The number is not very large, only about thirty, but the ammunition is very large. adequate.

I will give you some smoothbore flintlock guns later. Your task today is to become familiar with this new weapon and master it skillfully. You have just seen how I operate this weapon. Do you have any questions?

When Tris heard Frey's inquiry, he quickly stood up straight and responded: "Your Majesty, Tris has no problem. Let's follow your instructions. I will go find a few personal guards to practice this new weapon together." I will not live up to Your Majesty’s expectations.”

Frey looked at Tris who responded to him with a blank look and smiled: "You only need to know how to operate this weapon and you know how to use it yourself. You are a general. There is no need for you to go to the battlefield. Your The task is to make all the soldiers under my command proficient in using it."

"As you command, Your Majesty."