Warlords of the witcher world

Chapter 16 Fire Door Gun

Although Hemei didn't expect anything from Dirban, he still underestimated the ability of a warlock, even if that person was a low-level warlock.

As the backbone of scientific research in the world of demon hunters, their ability to occupy this position for so long undoubtedly shows their ability.

After the idea and the general physical form provided by Hemei, although Dirban failed to make the artillery, he really made the gun with a group of craftsmen.

"boom!"

As the gunpowder in the medicine room was ignited, there was a huge sound.

The sound disturbed many birds resting nearby, causing the nearby residents to raise their heads subconsciously.

Then they saw the flock of birds rising above the workshop, and everyone put their heads down and went about their business.

Everyone has long been familiar with these sounds. Ever since Herme ordered the establishment of the "Cannon Workshop", all kinds of loud explosions have become the norm.

After the initial apprehension, people become so used to it that they completely ignore the noises.

The people don't care about these things at all. Anyway, in their hometown, it's not a day or two for lords and warlocks to do things they don't understand.

On the shooting range of the Gunpowder Workshop, the second half of the iron pipe that fires the ammunition is made of wood. The soldier who uses it is carrying the wooden handle on his shoulders. The iron pipe is erected on the shield, and the muzzle is emitting smoke.

In his left hand he held the ignited stick which had just set fire to the chamber.

The soldier shot at a target about ten meters away from him. Obviously, he was also frightened by such a loud noise, and looked at the fire gun helplessly.

"That looks good, Master."

Herme walked to the plate armor that was the target, and the plate armor was directly pierced, leaving a conspicuous hole.

There was a slight burning sensation at the edge of the hole, which was left by the lead shot driven by the chemical energy of the gunpowder explosion.

"That's good, that's working well, Master."

There was satisfaction in Herme's eyes.

"But if the distance is farther, it will be difficult to achieve this effect."

"Yes, Commander Herme, it's hard to guarantee accuracy and penetration any farther away."

Dirban, who had apparently been up for several nights, admitted the lack of this firearm.

"But this is the best we can come up with so far. I can't figure out the kind of fire rope you mentioned for the time being, but I already have a clue. These applications are enough on the battlefield. This is the first time I face this thing. Your enemies will be very surprised."

The name Huomen Gun came from Herme, and Dirban also continued this name.

As the first developer of the Huomen gun, Dierban is very clear about the effect that the Huomen gun can achieve on the battlefield. The loud noise when the Huomen gun is fired is enough to scare many people.

But deep down in his heart, he still felt that this thing was a little weak, the reloading time was longer than that of a crossbow, and it would be longer if it was in the hands of an unskilled person, and its power was actually similar to that of a crossbow.

But when he thought of the great future of gunpowder weapons that Herme had pictured to him, his mood immediately became positive.

Since he got the task, in order to prove his ability, Dirban spent almost all his time on work, studying with the craftsmen all night how to forge muskets.

That's why he came up with the results so quickly. In the final analysis, the fire door gun is not a difficult thing.

Even if a few blacksmiths fiddle with it, they can fiddle with it, isn't it just drilling iron rods and rolling iron sheets?Who wouldn't.

However, with Durban, the casting of blacksmiths is more reasonable, and the problem is discovered and remedied in the first time, so the fire door gun quickly solved the safety problem and finalized the demonstration.

That's why Herme was so surprised, no matter what, the speed was far beyond his expectation.

It was also because of this that Dirban made himself look ashamed, standing there like a craftsman, completely unable to see that he was a pampered warlock.

"That's good enough, master."

Herme was very satisfied with this fire-stick-like fire door gun,

"What is its output? How much can you produce before sending troops?"

"This thing is very simple, Lord Commander."

A blacksmith in a leather apron stepped out, a dwarf.

His voice is thick, and from his appearance, you can tell that he has been working at the forge for a long time, and he is definitely a master blacksmith.

"Anyone who is a blacksmith can make it out of tinkering, and then make a hole on it as a medicine room, and finally insert a piece of wood as a handle. A muzzle gun will do. Thirty shots is no problem."

"Then follow this standard. I hope that before I leave, I can equip more of this thing."

Herme gave the order, and he did not forget to mention the most important thing.

"I will give you a generous reward, and please keep the secret of this technology according to the agreement, and don't spread it. At the same time, please continue to work hard on the research of artillery."

Commander Harkland's words were naturally obeyed by all the craftsmen. Everyone swore that they would not reveal the secret, and they all seemed so reliable.

Of course, Hemei couldn't see who might sell the technology for money in the future, but he never expected the technology to be kept secret for a long time.

So it doesn't matter, his attitude towards this matter is to do his best and obey the destiny.

The technology must spread out, and the spread cannot be stopped. The technology of the fire door gun is very simple after all.

Moreover, the struggle between countries in the world of demon hunters is very intense. As long as one side sees the power of gunpowder weapons, it must start learning this weapon.

They must learn very quickly, just like in a big country like Nilfgaard, so many warlocks are always waiting to serve the emperor.

Of course, the most important thing that makes him feel like this is that the fire gun technology is really easy to understand at a glance, and it can't be hidden.

Dirban's next project will be truly high-tech, and his attitude towards those things will not be as indifferent as it is now...

"Master Dirban, I will send a special sum of money to your account at Vivaldi Bank to express my gratitude."

Vivaldi Bank recently opened a branch in Sazarburg to facilitate money exchange and transactions in Hackland.

As the first bank to settle in, they received a lot of preferential treatment from Herme.

The emergence of the bank has obviously brought the trade of Sazarburg to a higher level. Herme has made a lot of profits from it, and the bank has also made money. It is a win-win thing.

No one raised any objection to Herme's decision, even the most talented and proud craftsman could not deny Durban's almost fanatical work.

This young man even learned the knowledge of forging from these craftsmen himself in order to better research technology, and worked day and night without sleep and food, which was in stark contrast to his arrogant colleagues.

So everyone thinks he deserves it all, and no one disputes it.

A smile and joy of harvest appeared on Durban's obviously depressed face. In fact, money is not very important here, and he is most happy when his work is recognized.

"Yes, Commander Herme, I will continue to work hard."

After this period of research, especially after hearing the future described by Herme, Durban was very curious about where the gunpowder technology could go in the future, and he was a little obsessed with it.

Now Herme's request for his research was no longer considered by him as a task to prove himself to the lord, but he planned to take this research as his main research and development direction.

It's exciting to think about researching gunpowder weapons, which are even more formidable on the battlefield.

Speaking of which, it's also thanks to the fact that he was doing this kind of research in remote Hackland, and he didn't have a colleague around him, so his research on this kind of weapons was not noticed.

Durban still remembered that Master Altolan, who always wanted to research powerful weapons to end the war, was stared at every day, and his invention was destroyed every day. He didn't know what happened.

The matter about Altolan has been circulated in the Ben Ade Academy for a long time, which is known to everyone.

It was with this in mind that Durban concealed many details about gunpowder weapons in his routine report to the Wizards' Association. He didn't want people from the Wizards' Association to kill him and stare at him.

Since Herme turned around in the artillery workshop that day, for the residents of Fort Sazar, their lives have undergone some changes.

The change is that the shooting range in the town is crackling and thundering all day long, and the frequency is much higher than in the past.

The residents were frightened at first, the sound was really scary, but everyone got used to it very quickly.

Some people were curious about what Herme was doing, and some even wanted to climb the wall to see what was going on.

Needless to say, they were naturally driven away by Jerry.

This is Herme letting her guards master this weapon. At first, it was really a commotion. After shooting, many people were actually frightened by the fire gun in their hands. Fortunately, after a few shots, they also I basically got used to it.

The mastery of the fire door gun is still very simple. After all, Herme taught them how to use it.

Pour the gunpowder from the gunpowder tank into the gun, then stuff the bullets, then poke the wooden stick up, and finally fire it, so after three or four days, Herme's subordinates basically mastered this thing.

However, it would be quite troublesome to not have a matchlock. He had to collect a lot of branches, but it was acceptable at the moment. Sazaburg's first gunpowder weapon didn't require so much.

And when they mastered the Huomen gun, it was almost the time when Herme led the army to go out.

For this expedition, Herme called 1000 people.

He didn't dry out the manpower in the territory, but only mobilized men of the right age and armed personnel. Compared with many Cossack war gangs that fought with all ages, he was an elite force.

Although the number is only one thousand, they are all fully armed soldiers. Residents from Fort Sazar have at least one set of chest plates and a steel helmet.

Although this is the equipment that even the militias in the northern countries have, but in Harkland, this can be said to be an iron man army.

The northerners are obviously very excited about participating in this battle. Everyone is actually very curious about the vast land of Hackland, and they will never miss the opportunity to see it from afar.

So everyone's morale is very high, as if they are not going to fight or travel.

As for those Cossacks, they all had at least one set of armor on their bodies, and many of them rode war horses. These were Heme's "registered Cossacks."

The so-called registered Cossacks literally mean the Cossacks on the roster, and the Cossack roster is something that Herme has tossed out this winter.

If you want to be on this roster, you have to pass Hemei's standard requirements for equipment and combat effectiveness. Once you are on this roster, you can get subsidies from Hemei.

The first batch of registered Cossacks basically came from the Cossack villages that were the first to serve Heme. Heme transformed their privileges into registered Cossack rights, thereby solving the possibility of a potential privileged group appearing in a territory.

Although he paid a lot for this, it was worth it, and it solved the problem left over from before he came.

And it's worth doing. Relying on the priority supply rights, those Cossack villages made a lot of money through reselling, and they were able to buy better equipment for themselves, and there were many warriors wearing northern armor.

On the Cossack roster, different people are treated differently. For example, those who are designated as non-commissioned officers are treated much better than ordinary Cossacks.

And in the future, if Heme's registered Cossacks expand to the point where he needs to set up an ataman, he will naturally stipulate the treatment that the ataman should have.

When the army left Sazarberg, the streets were crowded with crowds of send-offs, people cheered for their children, and others wished them a safe return and sent them blessings.

As for war, everyone took it lightly, and this time was no exception. Going to the battlefield was regarded as a matter of course.

Therefore, no one took Herme's reasons for preventing the nomadic enemies from invading.

Oh no, it should not say no one.

The Cossacks valued this very much, and they knew very well what kind of damage those prairie wolves could cause if they didn't fight against the nomads.

The history of the land of the Cossacks is a history of constant confrontation with the nomads, and they have had successes and failures in the process.

Many Cossacks still remember the painful memories of failure, and they don't want that scene to happen to them and their families.

"War, war, even in another world, war is unavoidable. War never stops, war never changes. Nobles always drive the people to fight for their own benefit."

In the crowd, Dandelion watched the scene of the army marching and said, he also plucked the lute and made a mournful note.

He had come to see Geralt and Dorrigare, who had returned from the outside world, after the poet had received an invitation from the northern settlers.

So after running with the witcher and warlock for a day, focus on being a master who enjoys the cheers of immigrants.

From Dandelion's point of view, Dorrigaray's affairs were too boring. He went to those inaccessible places to find monster lairs, and then recorded the monster's living habits and development status, and then repeated it over and over again.

Moreover, when Geralt was finishing the report in Dorrigaray, he would go to accept the hunting commission and ask him why he was so busy. Geralt said that he was making money for the master armor.

Ah, yes, Mastercraft armor, this thing is really important.

Dandelion reckoned that Geralt would have left long ago if Dorrigarey hadn't given him enough money, to take as many commissions as possible to make money.

But now the two saw it, but they didn't expect to meet the lord sending troops, so they were blocked here by the crowd.

But he wasn't annoyed, he wasn't blocked anyway, and he happened to come out to see the scene here, and he had never seen what Hackland's army looked like.

Dandelion gained a lot from the experience in Fort Sazar. The land of Cossacks may seem rough, but in fact its cultural background is not low.

Recently, he has been obsessed with the local warrior songs. This kind of poetry mode is based on the common language, but due to the long-term influence of the northern secession and Hackland culture, they have formed their own style.

"I don't think so. This war is not purely for power and profit."

Dorigaray offered a different opinion.

"I came here before you, those Harklans, I have heard Cossacks tell stories about those guys, those people are worshipers of evil gods, they will use extremely cruel methods against all rebels, and then burn everything, Leave behind a hill of bones and walk away."

"Well, maybe, Geralt, what do you think?"

Dandelion replied absently, now focusing on a girl kissing a soldier.

Oh, that blonde hair is really pretty.

"I'm more curious about what those people are carrying? Some kind of new weapon?"

A deep and hoarse voice sounded, and following his voice, Dandelion and Dorrigarei looked at the passing troops in front of them.

It was a group of soldiers carrying a combination of wooden handles and iron pipes. They wore chain mail, various iron helmets, and a belt full of small tubes hanging on their bodies.

The waist bag was also stuffed bulging, and the door shield was carried on the back, and there was a small platform on the shield for erecting something.

The black tube made Geralt feel bad, and he was sure that he would never want to be pointed at by that tube, it must be dangerous.

"I heard that Commander Herme was tinkering with something. Do you still remember the loud noise in the workshop? It is said that it was made there."

Dorrigare's words reminded the two of those loud noises, oh, that was indeed fresh in the memory.

After this group of soldiers, there are some servants accompanying the army. They drive a large number of carriages, which are filled with the supplies of the entire army, such as bundles of bread, dried meat and salted fish.

There were a lot of carriages, and Herme stockpiled food according to the worst situation, so as to deal with all situations.

As they left, all the troops left the city, and the people gradually dispersed. Life had to go on, and everyone resumed their usual life.

The streets quickly became lively, after all, this is a town where the streets are always full of newcomers, never lacking in vitality.

"Let's go to the hotel. George said he will wait for me there today. We need to have a good chat."

Geralt called warlocks and poets to the past. Several demon hunters have come to Fort Sazar these days. He wants to discuss today's harvest with his colleagues. This kind of communication with demon hunters who are not from Kaer Morhen The chances are very few.

Geralt liked this feeling very much, and there will be plenty of topics to talk about with the old man after returning this time.

"Hey, Geralt, wait for me."

Dandelion shouted like this, feeling like he was chasing after him, Dorrigaray shook his head, obviously he didn't want to go to the mutant party, but he finally followed up.

They have been mixing together these days, and it has long been a habit.

On the other side, Herme's army was advancing on the road. Such an army was very conspicuous, but no good old man dared to offend this army. They knew very well what not to offend.

Along the way, the soldiers sang songs, which were their military songs, and the songs praised the brave soldiers.

They quickly crossed the Zaar and went to the other side of the river.

It was the first time Herme had crossed the river, and the first time many in the army had crossed it.

At the beginning, Herme was still a little nervous, and so were most of the people, but this mood was quickly diluted by the repeated scenes, and they felt that it was similar to the Sazarburg side.

The locals showed no hostility towards Heme's army, on the contrary, they offered gifts more or less.

The reason is simple, in the land of the Cossacks, everyone knows the importance of fighting the Haklans.

When the Haklan invaded, the Cossack warbands would put aside their differences and unite to face common problems.

Therefore, Hemei has no enemies on the road ahead. It can be said that his road ahead is smooth.

(End of this chapter)