The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 On the way to the test field, Chelchen kept complaining about his uncle. Yes, Cheorchen had studied ballistics, mathematics and other knowledge when he was in the seminary, but he was pretty sure he had never operated any cannon. But now, his uncle actually lied that he was a master of artillery.

　　 "It's okay, you already have two of the three elements of firing. So you don't have to worry about anything." Pidro looked very openly, and he comforted his nephew softly.

　　 "Three elements?" Tetsuchen hadn't heard of it.

　　 "Yes, theory, practice, and the will of God. Three elements."

　　 Cheeshchen felt that Uncle Pidro was pulling another big egg, and he walked silently without saying a word.

　　 The artillery position is on the west side of the castle. When Cheerchen and the others arrived, there were still dozens of people rushing to work here. The parapet wall of the trench here is very high. There are more than a dozen small cannons around the parapet, but the most conspicuous one is the one in the middle. Chechen dared to say that even if someone now tells him that this is the largest cannon in the world, he will believe it.

　　 Because of this gun, it is really unparalleled. Its cannon bore is enough to penetrate one person, and the cannon body is longer than three selves, and the pile of shells on the ground can't even be lifted by a strong man.

　　 "Did you see it?" Feodor said proudly: "For this smoothbore gun, we collected almost all the copper of the entire Smolensk."

　　 "It's really big." Seeing such a huge cannon, Pietro was also a little surprised. He had no idea that the giant cannon would be so "giant."

　　 But Feodor didn't give him time to continue talking, he began to rush Piedro and his men to operate the cannon.

　　 "You guys go and set up a target outside the city." Feodor ordered several nearby workers.

　　 It's hard to ride a tiger, it's hard to ride a tiger. But the words had been spoken, and Pidro had to bite the bullet.

　　 So, under the leadership of Pidro and Chechen, everyone entered the gun position.

　　 "Aren't you going?" Seeing that Cadiz and the other person did not go down with the others, Feodor asked strangely.

　　 "We are two different teams, Dicos and I hope to join the cavalry." Cadiz said.

　　 "Okay." Feodor glanced at the two, then continued to pay attention to the operation of the artillery.

　　 At the gun position, Pidro gave full command to Chelchen. According to Pidro's words, his nephew is the only one who knows artillery.

　　 This makes Tetsuchen feel the heavy responsibility. He carefully recalled all the steps of artillery operation that he had learned in the seminary.

"distance."

　　 Tetsuchen ordered two companions to raise the rangefinder. In the distance, the artillery target has begun to take shape, and the workers piled up a wooden wall with the trunks of birch trees. According to Chechen's estimation, the distance from the gun position to the wooden wall is 1,100 meters.

　　 "The gunpowder bag, one and a half."

　　 Although the maximum range of ordinary artillery is about two kilometers, its effective range is between 600 and 800 meters. At a distance of one thousand and one hundred meters, Cheorchen mostly added half of the gunpowder to the artillery.

　　 After pushing the gunpowder bag into the barrel, Cheorchen first asked Ruth to put a handful of hay into the barrel. Hay can make the gunpowder burn faster, and can also make the sealing effect better.

　　 After this, the four mercenaries lifted up and pushed a huge shell into the muzzle, and tamped it with a push rod.

　　 "Is it all right?" Piedro asked from the back of the gun. He held a sharp iron stick in his hand, which was used to pierce the gunpowder bag.

　　 "Wait a minute," Tetsuchen said. He took a compass ruler in order to adjust the height and angle of the artillery.

　　 "A little higher, a little higher."

　　 Following Tetsuchen's instructions, the two mercenaries turned the bolt little by little to adjust the elevation angle of the artillery.

　　 "Is it all right?" Piedro asked again. His current level of tension is not less than that of Chechen, and his hands are wet and can hardly hold the iron lottery in his hands.

　　 "It's okay," Tetsuchen said. According to the knowledge of ballistics he learned in the seminary, the shells fired should be able to focus on the wooden wall 1100 meters away.

　　Pidro's iron stick was inserted into the ignition port and pierced the gunpowder bag. Next, Pidro opened the gunpowder pot and poured some gunpowder into the ignition port.

　　Pidro put down the gunpowder pot, and then picked up a burning red iron fiber from the campfire next to it. Just plug it in and the cannonball will be ejected from the muzzle.

"and many more."

　　 Just when Pidro was about to insert the iron fiber, Cheorchen suddenly stopped him. Cheerchen ran to the rear of the cannon, rotating the bolt with both hands vigorously, lowering the muzzle by one more point.

　　 "It's okay." Cheerchen, who was squatting next to the bolt, said to Uncle Pidro.

　　Pidro pushed the iron fiber in fiercely. A ray of spark came out from the ignition port, and then with a loud noise, the shell flew out and drew a white parabola in the sky, accurately hitting the temporary wooden wall.

　　 "Great, great." Feodor repeatedly praised.

　　 "I am willing to help you. My benefactor." Piedro said with a bow.

　　 "Twenty Taylors a month, forty a month if there is war." Feodor gave the price of employment.

　　 "Everyone?" Piedro asked.

　　 "Of course not, I think two people are enough to operate the artillery. You and the kid."

"My benefactor, you may not realize the difficulty of operating such a giant cannon. Of the ten of us, each of us is indispensable. It's like simply placing hay, it's not just grabbing a handful. It's over~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The hay that has not been accumulated for many years cannot be effectively sealed. Just like a hungry person, he is full when he eats the fourth bread. Can he say that the previous three breads are superfluous? As wise as you, of course he knows the answer." Pidro said everyone's role in a haphazard manner.

　　 "That's right, it's true." Feodor nodded, the more he pondered, the more he felt that was the case.

　　 "As for my nephew and me, it is forty a month, and doubled in wartime." The benefactor was said to him, but Pedro was unambiguously starting the price. He knew very well that because of Chechen's shot, he had already revealed a very high value.

　　 "Of course, of course. Forty Taylors for you and your nephew." Feodor did not counter-offer. In his eyes, maybe twenty and forty were just numbers.

"You can talk to Franco about the rest, including the contract. There is a ball in the castle tonight. I hope you, your nephew, and Cadiz will be able to participate." After leaving this sentence, Feodor turned around. left.

　　 After Feodor left, everyone talked about Cheering abandoning it high to express their joy. Twenty Taylors a month, and operating artillery is such a safe job. Nothing makes mercenaries more happy than this.

　　 "How did you know to lower the muzzle one more time?" Piedro asked Cheechchen. At this moment, Cheer Chen has been thrown into the sky for the tenth time.

　　 "God's will." Cheerjin said, kissing the cross on his chest.

　　 This is not Cheechen's mystery. At the moment Pidro was about to ignite, Daoguang did pass through Cheechen's mind and directed him to adjust the muzzle again.

　　 "The good luck that we bring to God, drink enough tonight." Piedro announced loudly.