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Chapter 1599 Chapter 232. Flamethrower

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The terrifying tongues of fire shot out seven or eight meters away like arrows, and the target and the surrounding grass instantly caught fire.

Michael's naturally curly hair had its moisture evaporated by the scorching heat, making it even frizzier.

When he loosened his clenched fingers, the fuel stopped gushing out, leaving only a line of fire from his feet to the exploding target.

"This is a flamethrower. It can quickly ignite everything that can and cannot be burned."

Michael and Kyrian said they thought it would go well with the Hellfire Legion.

Kirlian thought so too and asked, "What is the range, and how long can it keep firing?"

"You've seen the range. It's no more than ten meters. If we raise the muzzle, it should be able to be extended to twenty meters." Michael patted the barrel that served as an ammunition bag. "It can keep firing until it runs out of fuel."

"Is the fuel wine?" Kirian asked about the pungent smell of alcohol in the air.

"That's right. Rogers found that the stronger the alcohol, the better the burning effect, so he spent some time making this gun." Michael said, pointing to Rogers, who was assisting him with a shy look on his face.

It really took some time. The flamethrower is essentially a "water gun" with two runes engraved on the gun: one will continue to spray alcohol after the trigger is pulled, and the other will ignite the alcohol at the muzzle.

The gun body is just an iron pipe welded together with the trigger, which highlights its crude workmanship.

Kirlian wasn't very optimistic because the range was too short, but he still wanted to give it a try.

New groups of rats began to approach from the north, and the Ranger Corps used them for training. When there were too many of them, they used traps to tear them apart and then defeated them one by one.

Kirlian asked for a barrel of "fuel" and personally carried the flamethrower to the front line.

Michael went to find Annan. If it was his own invention, he would definitely not do this, but he should still encourage his assistant Rogers' invention.

Although alcohol was not Michael's research area, was it a waste of time? Other lords might think so, but for Annan, the flamethrower was still a "gun".

Besides, Michael was the director of the weapons research and development institute chosen by Annan, and inventing weapons was within his job scope.

"Well done. I thought it would take you longer to adapt to the mushroom house." Annan praised. "What reward do you want?"

"I didn't do anything, I just thought of it by chance..." Rogers waved his hand.

"Sometimes, a flash of inspiration is needed for things to develop. By the way, have you come up with a name? Hmm...how about calling it the Magic Flame Gun?"

Annan looked at Michael, whose hair looked like it had been permed, and what caught his eye was a look of contempt, as if saying "you have terrible taste" and "you're even stealing a kid's honor."

He coughed: "Rogers, what do you think?"

I must admit that I really don't have much talent for naming things. I usually just add the word "magic" before the original name of the thing. Magic image, magic gun, magic airship...

Rogers, who had not yet been tainted by bad habits, did not say "Your name sounds good", but said honestly: "I call it a flamethrower."

"Then let's do this."

Krian, who had gone out to test the gun in actual combat, returned in the afternoon. When Annan learned about it, he also went to the Mushroom House to join in the fun.

"What were the results of the battle?" Annan asked him.

"Continuous shooting for five seconds can kill nearly a hundred ratmen in a fan-shaped range. It's not very effective."

"No? Isn't this a good effect?"

The second-generation magic musket that the blacksmith shop had just invented a few days ago, with a magazine that can hold five bullets, can only kill five ratmen in five seconds. Even if the magic automatic... no, it should be said that the magic dynamic musket is invented in the future, it may not have such lethality.

Kirlian described the process of his experiment with the flamethrower: he would put the rats at a distance where close combat was required and then open fire. The rats in front would be instantly ignited, and as the muzzle swept across, all the ratmen in the front within nearly 180 degrees would be ignited, and then the ratmen would squeak and scream like crazy and run around.

"Positional warfare is useful, but skirmishing is ineffective, and the pressure on the defense line is increasing."

A "slave rat on fire" is much more dangerous than a "slave rat holding a piece of bone."

Annan looked at Rogers: "Is there no way to increase the range?"

Rogers was so nervous that he couldn't speak. Michael spoke for him, "I tried it. It turns into fog when it's over ten meters."

The range is larger, but it only burns for a moment, and it is useless except for burning off beards and hair. Kirlian continued, "And it is not enough to kill wild rats and elite rats. Elite rats have armor. Wild rats are not afraid of pain, and burning for dozens of seconds will not kill them."

"How about increasing the burning time?"

"I tried..."

Michael and Clarian started talking, and Rogers quickly opened his notebook and wrote down a few words.

Annan glanced at it.

【Flame spray gun (trial type 1):

Range: Close
Damage: High

Scope of application: Armorless, fire-fearing, hairy creatures

Features: Can fire continuously and build a stable defense line

Disadvantages: The ignited being will run around and go berserk, making it harder to defend.]

"Can I take a look?" Annan asked him.

"Of course, please..." Rogers handed over the notes.

Annan turned the page and found that other weapons were also simply recorded in the notes, such as the second-generation magic musket.

【Magic Gun (Trial Type 2):

Range: Long
Damage: Medium

Applicable to: Light armor and below, Slow, Flesh creatures

Features: It adopts shell ejection, and the magazine can hold five rounds of bullets, eliminating the trouble of manually reloading after firing a shot. The firepower is five times that of the Magic Gun Type 1 (rough estimate)

Disadvantages: Poor craftsmanship, prone to jamming and misfire, cannot be used as a stable weapon]

"Did you think of this yourself?" Annan returned the notes to Rogers.

"Well... there are so many new things in Liberty City that it's easy to be dazzled. I used this stupid method to clearly know the function of each weapon."

Very good, it seems that there is no need to worry about the flamethrower being a short-lived fad. With such a systematic record, there will definitely be continuous upgrades in the future.

Annan gave Rogers some words of encouragement, which made the energetic boy full of longing for the future.

"…So flamethrowers are useless?"

"At least not the ones that use alcohol as fuel."

Annan turned his attention back to the two people talking. He thought for a moment and said, "Then let's use Molotov cocktails."

"Molotov cocktail?"

"Put alcohol in a bottle, put a piece of cloth in the bottle mouth, light it, and throw it out. It's as powerful as a flamethrower, but it can reach farther and is more flexible."

It can also be used as a projectile and equipped to various legions, and can also be installed on magic airships...death falls from the sky.

Just be careful not to be seen by the dwarves.

Otherwise, there will probably be a dwarf following the Molotov cocktail you throw out...

"Tsk, that's it."

Michael was not satisfied with the new weapon's ending.

Annan squinted at him and asked, "Have you improved the third type of magic gunpowder? Have you developed the shrapnel? Have you invented the automatic musket?"

It was a warm spring day, but Michael felt a chill at the bone.

(End of this chapter)