Lord of Industrialization

Frederick picked up the magic air gun that was researched according to the standard equipment requirements and began to study it. Although he had given many opinions and suggestions before, he had been writing a book in the manor recently, and this was the first time he saw the finished product.

This gun is about 1.2m long and quite heavy to hold. It is estimated to be 6kg. It is larger than the 56 and a half he used when he was a militiaman in his previous life. The rectangular magazine below can hold 10 warheads, and there is a thumb in the butt. Magic crystals of various sizes also leave space for maintenance tools.

There is a safety above the trigger that cuts off the magic circuit.

There is no opening on the receiver, and it is fixed by hexagonal buckles. Most of the parts are stamped.

The front sight and sliding rear sight look like the same thing, but a lot of data collection hasn't been done yet, and the rear sight hasn't been done yet.

There are 6 riflings inside the barrel, and data such as the twist angle must be determined through a large number of experiments.

What left Frederick speechless was that these riflings were processed by etching. The entire barrel was dipped in beeswax, and then the wax in the corresponding parts was scraped off like rifling, and then soaked in acid extracted from acid slime. Just put it in the liquid.

As for the effect, he didn't know, so let's use it first and then talk about it.

There is a passage under the barrel, and there is a rack near the muzzle reserved for bayonets and other accessories.

Frederick inserted a magazine full of bullets and was about to load it when he suddenly discovered two problems that everyone had ignored before.

This guy couldn't simply remove the warhead from the barrel. He could only use an Allen wrench to open the receiver, take out the jet tank and use a purge to poke out the warhead.

I don't know if there are bullets in the chamber, I can't tell.

All Might said helplessly: "It seems we still have to add the handle of the jet tank."

Bruce thought about it and said: "I don't think so. You can add a maintenance gear to the safety and open some magic muscles around the breech to push the jet tank back."

"This not only allows you to use the purge bar to push out the projectiles, but you also don't have to worry about dirt falling into the jet tank when you clean the gun chamber."

"Copper can guide some magic elements. Can you add a magic circuit to the barrel of the gun? If there are projectiles, it will be connected, and then set a color-changing magic crystal where you can tell at a glance."

All Might thought for a moment, then nodded.

Frederick didn't say anything and let them play freely. He placed the gun on the sandbag on the table, aimed at the 50-meter target and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

A powerful wind element airflow spurted out from the muzzle of the gun. Frederick felt the jet tank in the receiver moving backwards, then reset it and pushed a warhead into the barrel of the gun.

He pulled the trigger again, and this time the strong sound became dull. Almost at the same moment, a warhead flew off the barrel and accurately hit the middle of the red circle on the target, stirring up a cloud of lime smoke.

What surprised him a little was that the recoil of the gun was not large, probably because the jet tank consumed a lot of energy in retreating.

Richard Nall's expression became serious, he patted Frederick on the shoulder and motioned for him to try it for himself.

Frederick told him how to use it and handed the gun over.

Richard Nall fired a few shots slowly at first to familiarize himself with the feeling, and then fired the remaining bullets in the magazine at the target at a position of 200 meters.

Then he changed another magazine, aimed at the target 500 meters away, and then showed the terrifying strength of a sword master in using firearms.

From the telescope, Frederick and the others saw that the impact points of the first two bullets were getting closer and closer to the red circle. The impact points of the last eight bullets were all in or around the red circle, reaching the accuracy limit of air guns and bullets.

"It's very good." Richard Nall said with satisfaction. "If I lose my focus, I will suffer some losses at such a long distance."

Frederick smiled evilly and asked, "What if it's at close range?"

"That's easy." Richard Nall said with a smile. "As soon as I see the position of the muzzle, I know where it will hit. Then I stare at your trigger finger. I will dodge as soon as the finger moves."

Frederick picked up a 20mm double-barreled shotgun on the table, loaded it with shotgun shells, and fired two shots at the 50-meter target. The target was filled with white smoke.

"That's too much." Richard Nall smiled and took the double-barreled shotgun, followed the steps of Frederick just now, folded the barrel and loaded the bullet.

This kind of double-barreled shotgun is a smoothbore gun. There are many types of shotguns, from single-head bullets to 9-pellet packs. The projectiles are all packed in shells made of slime glue.

"The power of the jet is a bit low." Richard Nall said after trying several kinds of shotguns, "It can't be more than a hundred meters, and it won't work any further."

Frederick said: "This kind of gun is specially designed for hunters and is for sale."

Richard Nall frowned slightly and asked, "What if someone learns from you?"

At this time, Diesel said: "Please rest assured, the jet tanks and some key components of these guns are made of special elemental metals. Now only we can produce them cheaply."

"If others use ordinary metals to make crossbows, they are not much more powerful than crossbows. If they also use the same elemental metals, the price will be too expensive to equip them on a large scale."

"As long as we control the raw materials, others can't imitate them."

Richard Nall said with satisfaction: "That's good. The formula must be kept secret. I'm afraid that other people like me will come and steal the formula."

The corner of Frederick's mouth twitched a little. It was really difficult to handle someone like the Sword Saint and Magic God being a spy.

All Might, who mastered the formula, just smiled confidently and said nothing.

He picked up a folding rifle and handed it to Richard Nall, saying, "This is one of the guns we are going to give to the militia."

Richard Nall tried a few shots, which were similar to the semi-automatic air rifle he had just used. After putting them down, he pointed at another gun on the table and asked, "Why does this gun have a big belly?"

Frederick immediately replied: "This is also for the army. It uses the same bullets as shotguns and is specially designed to deal with enemies at close range."

He said, picking up the revolver and handing it to his master.

The magazine of this gun can hold 6 rounds of bullets, and the recoil of the jet tank causes the magazine to rotate.

"It's very heavy." Richard Nall finished firing 6 rounds of bullets. "But it's easy to use. I'm afraid the heavy cavalry can't charge within 20 meters."

"Is this a small one too?"

What he asked about was a revolver with a caliber of 8mm, loaded with 8 rounds of Mini bullets, and a barrel half a palm long.

Frederick replied: "This is a backup gun. The jet tank is small and installed in a cylinder. It is mainly used to protect yourself within 20 meters."

Richard Nall tried it at a target 50 meters away, and the bullets floated so loudly that people were speechless.

"This is pretty good." He had a naughty smile on his face, "Make me something more beautiful. You can tell me how much it costs."

Frederick said: "That's no problem. This kind of gun was originally not only used to equip the army, but also to be decorated with beautiful patterns and sold as collectibles."

Then they tried the magic grenade launcher. The 50mm grenade could hit about 300 meters, but the recoil was not small. Frederick sat on the ground all of a sudden.

Frederick stood up and patted his butt, then pulled Bruce aside who was suppressing laughter.

He asked Bruce: "I plan to build the weapons workshop here, is that okay?"

Bruce immediately retracted his smile and replied: "No problem, it's also convenient to test weapons here."

"Sir, what should our weapons workshop be called?"

Frederick looked at the field where spring flowers were blooming and said, "Let's call it 'Spring Field'."