Warhammer in a box

Chapter 82: Hand-held Automatic Gun

After hearing what Gurman said, West obviously lost his interest in eating.

After a quick meal, he couldn't wait to see the thing that Ludwig said would not disappoint him.

"I'm sorry, Lord West, we didn't bring this thing today," said Gulman.

"What! Are you guys lying to me?" I've been waiting for you for so long, and you tell me you didn't bring it?
West, who was in a high position, immediately became angry.

"Don't worry, don't worry. Although we didn't bring the stuff with us, we brought the person who made it. We just need to borrow your tools. It won't take long for us to get what we want."

Gurman said quickly.

"Make it now? How long will it take you? But don't blame me for being frank. Even if Count Ludwig saved my life, I will never forgive your deception!" West obviously didn't believe it.

Gulman looked at Mudifar who had been silent on the side.

"To determine how long it will take, I need to see what kind of equipment you have here."

And Mudifar's words obviously irritated West.

"How about it? Fine, fine. In the Empire, if the Gunnery Academy dares to claim second place, no one will dare to claim first place. I want to see what you are capable of! I'll let you be so arrogant! Follow me!"

After saying that, West walked out without looking back.

Gulman smiled bitterly at this moment. He did not expect Mudifar to speak so harshly...

This made Zhang Heng, who had been watching, stunned. This guy is too stubborn.

These Mechanicus priests are so serious when they mention anything related to machinery.

There was no other choice but for Gulman to ask everyone to follow.

After leaving the hall, passing the training ground, and passing through several gates guarded by soldiers in full body armor, everyone entered a huge workshop.

A large number of engineers and blacksmiths are forging the weapons needed by the empire in this high-temperature workshop.

The ore is melted in the high-temperature furnace and the hot molten iron enters the mold.

It is then forged by hand by blacksmiths and engineers.

When the busy people saw West come in, they all bowed to him respectfully.

"You guys keep doing your own things, and you guys with big mouths, follow me!"

Mudifar was also observing the workshops of this world along the way.

He soon came to his conclusion.

“It’s backward and inefficient, but at least it has the rudiments of industrialization! It’s enough.”

West led everyone to a workbench.

"Hmph! Here it is. Tell me how long it will take you to create something I'm interested in! Just tell me what tools you need!"

"Two hours, I only need two hours!" Mudifar walked straight to the workbench.

He then said that he needed metal ingots, black powder, and tools, and West immediately arranged for someone to bring them over.

He simply moved a stool and watched from the side with a stern expression.

The situation here also attracted the attention of other craftsmen.

Everyone was discussing who the people West brought were and what they were doing.

When all the materials arrived, Mudifar quickly started his work.

He looked at the materials in front of him and prayed silently.

Then he picked up the tools.

West had a look of disdain on his face at first. He didn't believe that Mudifar could do such a small thing. Even the dwarf craftsmen he had communicated with had never made him feel incredible.

But an expert could tell the difference with just one move. After just over ten minutes, West's expression changed immediately.

It’s so smooth, so smooth!
It seemed as if every move was calculated by Mudifar. Half an hour later, West had stood up from his chair and walked unconsciously to the workbench. Mudifar just glanced at him and continued his work.

Although the tools were crude and the quality of the metal ingot was only average, the metal blank in his hand was still quickly softened in his hands and forged into shape at an extremely fast speed.

"Precise! So damn precise! God bless you, Sigma." West asked himself if he could ever achieve the level where he did not make any mistakes at all.

Another half an hour passed and most of the parts of the automatic rifle were completed.

While waiting for the rest of the parts to be formed, Mudifar also began to use black powder to make bullets.

Mudifar's operation stunned West. He could vaguely feel that what Mudifar made was similar to a musket.

But the appearance and even the ammunition are completely different.

"Putting gunpowder directly into the projectile? Is that really possible? What is this? Putting all the bullets into a rectangular metal box?

Is this how the weapon is fed?"

West felt that this more than one hour had directly overturned his previous cognition.

When the time was close to two hours, Mudifar stopped what he was doing.

On the table, a basic automatic rifle that is common in the hive world has appeared, and there is a magazine and 100 bullets next to it.

Looking at the finished rifle, Mudifar breathed a sigh of relief. It had been too long since he had been able to make things without the assistance of robotic arms and other machines. Fortunately, countless studies and hard practice had made these skills become his instincts.

"Awesome, awesome, rubbing an automatic rifle with your hands?"

Zhang Heng had heard of this kind of people in his own world, but he had never heard of anyone who could create one so quickly.

Most hand-made weapons, except for those that are tailor-made for others, are generally not very accurate and reliable.

Mudifar skillfully pushed the bullet into the magazine, then inserted the magazine and skillfully got on the gun.

"This... this... what kind of weapon is this..."

West's voice was a little trembling. He was not afraid, he was excited!
"Is there a place for test firing?" Mudifar asked directly instead of answering.

"Yes! Yes! Of course! Please follow me!"

West's attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees.

The craftsmen in the workshop didn't understand why the high and mighty Lord West would have such an attitude.

The scene before them also entered the field of vision of some people.

The two craftsmen walked towards the crowd with gloomy faces, and with the help of the crowd, they quickly left the workshop and ran to different places in the city of Nuln.

Led by West, everyone came to the test site, where some workers and soldiers were testing the newly produced weapons.

"Everyone, get out of the way! Lord West wants to use the test firing range, everyone leave!"

The servants quickly cleared the area, leaving only a few people in the entire venue.

"Set up a target," said Mudifar.

"Go quickly!"

"Yes Yes!"

The servant immediately erected a target on the test range.

"Too close, move further away!" Mudifar said again.

The servant moved the target to a distance of 50 meters.

"Further away! Two hundred meters!"

"Two hundred meters? Sir! This is the maximum distance!"

"Just do it if you're told to!"