Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

Three days ago, Huesca.

"So this is something made by the young master, what is it called?"

"Back mounted volley cannon."

"Salvo cannon..."

Wearing a hunting outfit, like a beautiful young boy, Elena Lolita carefully looked at the "salvo cannon". The dark barrel, the metal two-wheeled gun mount, the pitch screw, and the spirit level-look no different from ordinary field guns. Only the honeycomb-shaped barrel, hand-launched launching mechanism, and rear-mounted locking mechanism that cast 37 11㎜ barrels together can show the true identity of this thing-hand-operated discharge gun.

In a world that does not yet have the concept of a discharge gun, it can only be called a volley cannon.

"This... salvo, what can it do?"

"Murder. Miss, it's one of the fastest killing machines since the invention of the musket."

William Van Demonster rubbed his hands, and the dwarf craftsman looked as excited as he was about to marry the bride, his beard shuddered, and his rosacea opened wide.

In the eyes of a dedicated craftsman, a work with excellent performance is more attractive than a beautiful woman. In the eyes of beautiful women, boring data does not mean that the appearance is acceptable.

‘This thing is really ugly. ‘

Lolita shook her head. She had seen mainstream firearms equipped in various countries. In addition to pistols, they all had beautiful walnut shells. And this tussle in front of me... in the best way to say it is also a monster that is different from the other four, it is really dare not compliment.

"When you get used to it, you won't think so."

De Munster pulled his beard, and raised his chest proudly.

"The rear-mounted volley gun has a total length of 1.75 meters, and the body mass is 340 kg in normal state, and the total weight is 855 kg in transport state. It looks weird and ugly, but I guarantee that its performance is better than any of the active duty. Firearms are better."

"you sure?"

"Mother God is above, swearing in the name of my father, grandfather, great-grandfather."

De Munster buckled his chest with his right hand and his face was serious. Keep the temperament of the promise with the dwarf. This is already a very serious statement. In order to dispel Lolita's doubts, he continued to say:

"Miss, I can prove it to you."

Demonster shouted, and the apprentices quickly pushed the volley into the experimental range not far from the workshop. Demonster put the bullets in 37 holes on the lock block of the gun machine. The locking block after being loaded is placed in the gap at the rear end of the gun body, and then a lever is pushed to push the locking block forward to complete the locking. At this time, the bullet is aligned with each barrel.

"Please watch."

At the same time he said "look". Beginning to shake a rocker at the rear, the violent and rhythmic gun body sounded, flames erupted from the honeycomb-shaped muzzle, the rocker completed a circle in just a few seconds, and all 37 bullets were fired. At this time, Demonster pulled the lever again, pulled the lock block and then slid it out, another lock block was quickly filled, and a new round of shooting could be started immediately.

"How do you like it? Just keep supplying ammunition. This thing can maintain a rate of fire of 200 rounds per minute."

De Munster turned around and asked proudly.

"My goddess!"

What else can I say? There was only one sentence left in Lolita's head.

...

just now.

"Trained gunmen can reach a rate of fire of 200 rounds per minute, and the main firearms of various countries are not enough to see in front of volley guns."

"But there are many problems."

Roland shrugged. Correct some hard to ignore facts.

"The volley cannon is too heavy, and it must be pulled with animal power like a cannon to reach the front line, but the range is not as far as the cannon, nor can it shoot indirect shots. Basically, it can only do mid-range attacks. In addition, the volley cannon adjusts the shot. The world is as troublesome as a field run, nor can it be as nimble as an infantry man to find cover. It is easy to be attacked by enemy forces."

"The rate of fire is good, and if it is used against targets such as battle infantry, it is still competent."

This is also a fact. But there is a more brutal problem.

"My concern is that the army will use the volley cannon as a field gun."

The salvo is indeed an innovation. But its weight is too heavy, and it can only be towed on a light artillery truck, making it the same as a field artillery-it is also cumbersome, and it is easy to be scattered or attacked by enemy forces, and encounter high-powered opponents, such as cavalry. Can only be put to death. In addition, infantry cannot guarantee the large amount of ammunition needed for this weapon. Even if the troops replaced all the new rifles, and the number of bullets carried by each infantry rose to about 100 rounds, each battalion still had to rely on a small number of carriages to transport supplies. These carriages were already filled with things like tents, supplies, and luggage. Based on these two considerations, the Charlemagne army is likely to assign the volley gun to the artillery.

When the war comes, the artillery is likely to use the volley cannon as an artillery and set it far behind the infantry line. As a result, because of the long distance, it can't hit the enemy at all, but it is extremely vulnerable to enemy aiming. The anti-artillery fire on the artillery line attacked. If it is expected that the artillery will deviate from the concept and place the volley gun in the middle of the infantry, this is too much. After all, to hand over these new weapons to the infantry, artillery ammunition vehicles must be handed over to the infantry, and such ammunition vehicles are very valuable, and the artillery will not agree.

"So, unless there is a revolutionary change in the mode of transportation, or the salvo can successfully "weight loss," this weapon can only be used for key defenses, such as fortresses or trenches, for attacking enemy forces that are attacking head-on."

The weight of the gun body is 340 kg and the total weight is 855 kg. With ammunition, the weight will reach the "ton" level. This weight makes it impossible for the volley cannon and the infantry battalion to have any intersection. Unless it is a motorized infantry, it is a joke to bring this kind of dead stuff to fight.

Speaking of which, Roland couldn't help but miss the 7.92㎜ general machine gun and 12.7㎜ heavy machine gun that he had contacted in the military school. The former can be used as a light machine gun to attack with the synchronous soldier when assembling a bipod, and can be used as a heavy machine gun for defense when installing a tripod. It has always been equipped with an infantry squad. The Marine Corps' infantry squad even has 3 general machine guns. The latter's full gun mass is an astonishing 26.5 kg (including a tripod). It is configured to the battalion level troops. Whether it is to suppress light armored targets such as Benlong, split infantry and accompanying firepower such as infantry guns are sufficient.

In front of these two machine guns. The volley can't even match the shoes. Regardless of performance, production cost, and convenience of manufacturing, maintenance, and repair, the machine guns of the Defence Force have thrown volleys into three streets. If the elves are good at shooting, the assault rifle in the hands of ordinary infantry, the iron fist rocket of the grenadier, the infantry chariot, the mortar, the recoilless gun, the grenade launcher, the 107㎜ rocket, Sniper...waiting for comparison, Roland can make a very pessimistic assertion: a Defense Force Motor Infantry Battalion can easily disarm a fully-charged Charman Infantry Division by relying on fortifications during frontal defense operations. Even wipe the number completely. In theory, they can do it.

In addition to the gap between the performance and the method of use, the volley gun was handed over to the dwarf artisan for production. It has further raised the tragic nature of this weapon to a whole new level.

The dwarf is a nation that pursues precision craftsmanship and opposes rapid mass production. This feature penetrates deeply into all walks of life, whether it is handmade products or such as shipbuilding and military production. The dwarves believe that "seiko craftsmanship will not Wrong, and mass production operations are only defiled labor itself." Under the guidance of this idea. The production and production of dwarves has always followed a high-quality, high-elimination, low-output boutique limited output model.

It can be said that the dwarves' misunderstanding of industrialized mass production and the inherent thinking of limited production of fine products are one of the main reasons that led them to defeat the consortium factory. But they were not conscious of this, but insisted on sticking to their inherent thinking, which meant that the quality of the volley was quite reliable and the output was extremely tragic.

In contrast, elves are also known as rigorous, rigid, and meticulous people. But they have always been quite keen on the development and application of new technologies. However, due to the inherent nature of straight-line thinking, it often produces some amazingly exquisite designs, but at the same time it is also dazzling in the complexity of the structure-such as "heavy craftsmanship" such as super heavy tanks and land cruisers. ". Compared with the dwarves, the quality is very good, but the technology is relatively conservative and backward products.

Anyway, I didn’t expect the human army to take this kind of thing to commit suicide in front of the Defence Forces. It can be used to ensure a stalemate on the front line.

"In short, at present, a batch of volley cannons are produced in small batches to consolidate the main points of defense."

Sip coffee. Roland put the completed official notice in the side file basket, and the huge "Frontline No War" heading took up more than half of the page, in an obscure corner. The words "Mysterious and dangerous species appeared near Toulon Port, many people were killed" looming.

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‘Uh... No... Master Secretary... Ah... No there... It’s weird... It will leave a mark...‘

Tossing a short brown hair, the student Morris made a sweet voice, whistling in the mouth while twisting Nini's twisting waist, responding awkwardly as the other side guided. The sexual organs that have not yet fully developed are surrounded by warmth, and the thin skin slightly spreads. Exposed pink meat on the tip.

"It's okay, there won't be any marks."

"Tomorrow... there will be ceremonies... ceremonies. Those who serve the mother god... there must be such a seal... it would be strange, that... that... uh! blasphemy..."

"Okay. Okay, my lovely little priest."

DeGill, who buried his face in the pink neck of the 12-year-old boy, lazily raised his head and kissed Morris' soft lips, wrapping the boy's vital hand and starting to move.

Can't care about whether it would leave no trace, Morris hugged Dekir tightly, shaking the waist from side to side, legs stretched as far as possible, tongue entangled together, bearing a flexible tongue There was a caress in the mouth, and then I gasped heavily in the gap between the kisses and said softly:

"...Admiral De Kiel, I...so comfortable..."

"is it?"

De Kiel smiled lowly.

"Although your praise makes me very happy, do you only like lips?"

The lips fell on the chest, the pink tongue tip went on the chest, and the boy's weak hands were suppressed.

"Wow! No, no! No! That special place doesn't work!"

"Nothing is wrong, even God will not forbid happiness, now, my little priest, is it comfortable?"

It was like a snake crawling back and forth on the chest, and the tip of the tongue covered with saliva made a snorting noise.

"It's really beautiful brown hair... better than anything is these eyes... as long as you see these eyes like the clear sea, even the Cornish mermaid who tempts men to throw water will become your captive."

"You are... poet, Lord De Kiel..."

"No, I am a male mermaid... drowning in your eyes countless times."

Kissing Morris' chest and neck again and again.

"Ah... it won't work, neither the church nor the faith. It doesn't matter anymore. You are... my king, my god."

Looking down at the boy who was panting under him, De Kiel raised his mouth.

"Hmm~, dear, stupid church lamb, let me let you cry like a prostitute."

"It doesn't matter, ah, come again, love me... well, be rough..."

De Kiel responded to this request, and when he was about to step up and enter Cyril's room, the glass windows made a puzzling sound.

"Oh oops, really..."

Shaking his head bitterly, Dekil opened his eyelids again, and the double pupils that opened again were not the blue like the sea before, and the pupils that were brighter than blood reflected the boy's face about to cry.

...

"Oh, sorry."

In the shadow of the oak tree, the young man holding the devil owl on his shoulder said in a flat voice:

"I don't know what you are doing."

"Don't know what you are doing?"

De Kiel, who was happily interrupted midway, threw up his cheeks and thundered. "Huh, what stupid words! Where is this? The seminary? What will the people do, you know what you think of it! In addition to the priests who abstain from aspirations and brains, they can humiliate unmanned boys, there can be What a good thing! After all, the church is a reserve for pedophiles and child abusers!"

Gerald shrugged.

"So I apologized, and I don't want to interrupt you to hook up with a brown-haired boy to vent. Don't look at me like this, I also understand love and love."

"Cut, you seem to be totally unrelated to those."

"This sentence is superfluous."

Gerles took a sip.

"I doubt your taste, what's so good about that kind of kid?"

"body."

Dekil lazily leaning against the big tree smiled and played his tongue playfully.

"You come to sleep and you will know."

"Don't confuse my orientation with you, is there a good deal?"

"Although I am loyal to my instinct personality, I can still distinguish between the primary and the secondary. Be at ease and leave a few tentacles to accompany him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It feels that the operation is also just good for the launching state. Before dawn, the child Will be immersed in the supreme happiness. Then... Disturb me to have fun, what the **** happened."

"Something happened to the Institute of Biology, an experimental animal fled."

"What does it have to do with us."

"Information from Stasi and the Institute shows that the laboratory animal is likely to come to this special zone."

"and so?"

"Underground forces in the Salbadu district turned into a level of security. Once the target was discovered, it was notified immediately to prevent information leaks. If necessary, exclude the target and all the people in contact with the target, even if one or two villages were destroyed. Do not hesitate. Then—"

Gerus pushed the glasses without degrees, and said blankly:

"Volgrevo will come to support." To be continued

ps: Pictures of the new rifle and rear-mounted volley cannon are published in the relevant area of ​​the work