I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 103 Politics and God
Chris's conversation with Count Dirac at the battlefield site lasted from noon to dusk, and he learned some very useful information from the conversation.

First, Prince Flower is still in Neama and has not returned.

Second, the situation within the Restoration Army was not peaceful, and the open and covert fighting never stopped... Because during the conversation, Count Dirac persuaded Chris more than once to follow him and join the ranks of the Restoration Army.

It is obvious that Count Dirac is an object of exclusion within the Restoration Army. If he is a leader, one of the bosses of the Restoration Army, he must be crazy to look for a prince to be his boss.

Only those who are not living well and want to change the status quo will think of establishing a new boss, muddying the waters, and taking advantage of the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

Unfortunately, Chris had no interest in this.

Third: The republic established by the revolutionaries has now deteriorated. Regardless of why the revolutionaries overthrew the rule of the Bagnian royal family, their battle results have been stolen.

The originally purest revolutionary party either died or fled, and no longer exists.

Only the former Bagnian nobles, who were acting in the name of the Republic, continued to act as their masters in the parliament of the Republic.

However, Bagnia's revolution was indeed effective. The country changed from a dictatorship to a republic... Originally, a king was in charge, but now several great nobles are in charge.

Just like France, which chopped off the king's head after the revolution.

The two talked for a long time until Count Dirac's stomach rumbled. After he repeatedly invited Chris to visit the camp but to no avail, he stood up regretfully, turned around and lay on the stretcher, letting the two knights carry him back.

It was only at this point that Chris discovered that Count Dirac's butt was injured.

This may be the reason why the Restoration Army retreated last night.

Last night, Count Dirac was wearing a set of knight plate armor, which protected him from head to toe, including his hands and face... well, the only thing that was less protected was his buttocks.

Count Dirac was sitting on horseback, and he could be attacked from the front and back, but the possibility of being attacked from the buttocks was not high.

Secondly, if there are thick armor plates on the buttocks, riding a horse will become a problem, so the protection of the hip area of ​​cavalry plate armor will be relatively weak, the skirt armor is relatively small, and the area in contact with the horse's back is only leather.

When Count Dirac was attacked last night, he was well protected by the knights' raised shields, but the shield wall could not stop the grenades falling from the sky.

At the same time, a wooden-handled grenade made in the border area that was blown into two pieces happened to explode at Count Dirac's feet, and shrapnel hit his buttocks.

Chris expressed his infinite sympathy for this... and decided to go back and improve the power of the grenades made in the border area, so that next time instead of injuring the buttocks, the buttocks would be blown away and hung on a tree, so that Count Dirac would not feel any pain.

Remember fertilizer, sawdust, and some other miscellaneous stuff, and after processing it becomes high-performance explosives.

However, because some people have used fertilizers to make explosives, all fertilizers circulating on the market have been processed, losing their explosiveness and cannot be restored.

So, Chris has tried for a long time and bought many brands of fertilizers to test, but none of them worked. This is the reason.

Chris is now trying to find a way to buy fertilizers from abroad that have not been passivated to see if he can circumvent this restriction.

Shopping on legal online shopping platforms has advantages and disadvantages, and it is a matter of gain and loss.

Having said that, if I can't buy ammonium nitrate that can be used as explosives on online shopping platforms, can I buy some chemical equipment and raw materials and refine it myself?

Such a plan is feasible to a certain extent, but before I start, I have to solve another problem... Chris looked up at the sky with a gloomy look.

This world has magic, and even more so, gods. Even though the continent beneath his feet is nearly magic-free, it still can't shield him from the gods' gaze and manipulation. It's fine to acquire some advanced technology for personal use; Chris can shield himself from prying eyes from unknown sources. But giving something that's clearly not from this world, something that acts like a magic item, to others is a terrible idea.

It’s hard to say what will happen then.

……

"Ah~~~"

Xiaodao yawned and leaned against the wall bored. He inserted a cleaning rod wrapped in cotton cloth into the barrel of the flintlock and made piston movements back and forth to scrape out the unburned residue and lead chips.

Cleaning and maintaining a smoothbore gun is not particularly troublesome. Generally speaking, you only need to clean the barrel once every fifty to one hundred rounds.

Just brush the pipe and grease the outside to keep it from rusting, and you're done.

If you change to a rifled gun, it will be much more troublesome. You have to clean the barrel after firing ten to fifteen shots. If you don't clean it, there will be serious lead stuck inside, which will cause you to miss shots at best and even explode at worst.

Xiaodao was doing this nonchalantly, while the middle-aged man in a yellow robe sitting opposite him was watching the former's movements and the things in his hands seriously.

As he watched, the middle-aged man couldn't help himself.

"The gun in your hand is a perfect combination of 'art' and 'garbage'."

"Oh, what do you say?"

“The barrel of this gun is as smooth as a mirror, and every inch of it exudes a metallic luster. It is obviously a treasure that has been carefully polished by an experienced craftsman, and it is also engraved with exquisite patterns.

The buttstock was a disaster; it was made of the cheapest wood, and the surface was so rough it looked like it had been gnawed by rats.

The wood grain was messy, and I could even see some unprocessed wood splinters, ready to pierce the user's palm at any time.

The grip is even worse. Not only is the shape irregular, but even basic comfort is out of the question. It looks like it was carved out of stone, hard and without any texture."

"I couldn't agree more with you."

Xiaodao said with a smile.

"So why don't you go find a craftsman, take the barrel off, and rebuild it into a good gun?"

“That’s a really good question.”

Facing the middle-aged man's question, Xiaodao spread out his hands and smiled.

"It's not that I don't want to do it, but I can't. I can't find a good blacksmith right now."

"what?"

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the tent coming closer and closer. Xiaodao immediately stood up and stopped talking.

"Well, my mission is almost complete, man, the person you wanted to see is here."

(End of this chapter)