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However, the basic parameters of the firearms and ammunition were sent over via a scanning station.

Honestly, it's very old-fashioned, and in terms of technology and power, it's not even as good as the Snow Rabbit rifle I was thinking of. At least it uses the Covenant's modern shotgun electrothermal pressurization system, although it's a modified tower wet component.

It belongs to the first generation of individual electromagnetic weapons. There are two models, one is 5 mm and the other is 7 mm. The former is an assault rifle and the latter is probably a carbine or a designated marksman rifle. In terms of materials, there does not seem to be anything special. It does not use superconducting electromagnetic materials that Lao Xia could not handle at all.

Of course, the muzzle velocity isn't high either, around 670 to 700 meters per second. The latter can reach an initial velocity of over 800. The biggest advantage is that if it really comes with a production standard blueprint, then Lao Xia won't need to study how to make this thing.

- Import the honeycomb production line with one click, prepare the raw materials, and then it can be rolled out in batches like rolling radishes - but it is a waste of equipment efficiency.

It's roughly the same as using a five-axis CNC machine to sculpt an old AK. You can sculpt it, and it might even be stronger and more durable because you can use cutting instead of stamping. But it's a real waste of your equipment hours and raw materials.

[The kind of waste that would scare the boss into calling the police or kneeling down and begging for your life...]

However, producing a batch to arm the newly joined personnel is a good idea. What's giving Lao Xia the biggest headache right now is the ranged force. The electromagnetic acceleration crossbow is too big and not easy for a single soldier to carry.

Thermometallurgical weapons are too powerful and cumbersome to fire; the Tiger Bee submachine pistol has too short a range and is practically inaccurate.

The Snow Rabbit rifle has an imbalance between power and recoil. It's good as a sniper rifle, passable as a designated marksman rifle, but forget about it as a general-purpose rifle—what kind of firepower density can you get with a bolt-action rifle?

Because of the tower firing mechanism, there is not much gas feedback, so it cannot be semi-automatic or fully automatic. The fully automatic function of the submachine gun is achieved using other electronic control devices, which results in severe muzzle rise and excessive weight.

In other words, there is a real lack of a general-purpose rifle for mid-range, high-intensity firefights. This would allow us to either kick out all the melee units in the team or train them in shotguns and shields. Look at Razer, the new recruit in the security department; he's learned quite well, wielding a shotgun in one hand and a heavy shield in the other, and he's incredibly efficient at breaking down doors and demolishing buildings.

A large shield blocked the way, a shot shattered the lock, the shield slammed forward and pushed the door open, then the shotgun shells flew over the shield's top slot and emptied the remaining 14 12-gauge shells in one go, cleaning the house completely.

The reason why a large number of close-combat personnel are still retained is that the Snow Rabbit rifle is really unable to stop the enemy's Banzai charge if no pre-established positions are set up. It is too long, too heavy, and the rate of fire of the bolt is too low. Moreover, it will over-penetrate if the distance is too close.

Finally, either the ranged operators equip bayonets, or they drop their guns, draw their thermal swords, and go up to fight the enemy Raksil.

The same applies to protective gear. The protective capabilities of industrial and agricultural exoskeletons with welded lightweight armor plates are completely different from those of professional military exoskeletons.

Although its performance is better than the old-fashioned ones due to advancements in materials and technology, such as increased strength and agility, the problem is that it completely lacks military-grade auxiliary functions.

Of course, as I said before, using nano-honeycombs to make this equipment is simply...

The waste is beyond words, but right now, to be honest, apart from rocket engines and a very few precision parts, Lao Xia really doesn't need to use honeycomb printing for anything.

Leaving the equipment there to collect dust is actually a waste, since these things have a limited shelf life. Nanobugs are not infinitely long-lived; to avoid uncontrollable dust buildup, their lifespan and number of replications are limited.

[PS]

The reason why Lao Xia doesn't produce gunpowder weapons is this: using such high-precision equipment and cleanroom management equipment to manufacture gunpowder firearms is like using a five-axis machine tool to turn a hammer. If you turn an AK, the boss will already look like he's about to kill you. If you turn a hammer, the boss will probably be so scared that he'll call the police.

Without a cleanroom, the bullets manufactured cannot achieve the required combustion efficiency due to the energy absorption reaction of Originium dust, making them completely unusable.

Chapter One: Visitor on a Winter Night

Chapter One

The cold wind whipped snowflakes against his face like whips, as if trying to seep into his clothes through every crack and draw away the last bit of warmth from his body. The Sarkaz, wrapped in a cloak and robe, struggled forward against the wind and snow.

Perhaps it was the energy release reaction of the Originium that caused the snow to melt so quickly, or it could be something else entirely.

Although the snow was falling heavily, there wasn't much snow left on the ground; at least it wasn't deep enough to cover your knees.

This is a huge help for people walking in this weather, but even so, every time you step into the snow, you can feel snow getting in through the gaps in your boots, and your soaked feet are so numb in this weather that you can hardly feel anything.

This long journey is finally coming to an end, and the lights on the distant mine shafts guide the way home like lighthouses. North Cazdale, a wintering ground for abandoned iron ore mines.

For centuries, outsiders have wantonly exploited resources and enslaved the local people on this land.

In the end, nothing changed, nothing was left, except for these rusted frames and the sheds that would break in the wind.

The low-lying mines and relatively warm caves became wintering grounds for the Sarkaz. There are several such wintering grounds in North Kazdel, mostly located around abandoned mining modules or mines.

This was something the Sarkaz royalty of South Kazdel could never have imagined. Then again, how could those nobles with right angles possibly come to a harsh and desolate place like North Kazdel? Except for that one person.

The Queen had the outlandish idea of ​​changing the Sarkaz's fate as mercenaries, ending their plundering and other vices, and thus changing the Sarkaz's image in the outside world, just as the Taliban, after gaining power, had to combat terrorism and establish law and order.

However, the Queen could not change the economic situation of the Sarkaz in a short period of time. Although the South was wealthy, it was only relative to the North. If all the Sarkaz were to become civilized, then the people in the North would inevitably become laborers who were worse off than slaves, and there was no guarantee that they could rise up.

For the Sarkaz in these northern bends, without raiding and without providing the technology and production capacity for settlement, they would either starve or become slaves.

Therefore, no matter how appealing the Queen's slogans are, or how bright the future may seem, just as Big Daddy said—they are false promises and visions of the future.

The Queen can call out the name of any mercenary and knows every Sarkaz of the lowest ranks. Indeed, the treatment of the lower ranks has improved within her territory, but things are not so simple.

She is like Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Chu, who was not the kind of brute and barbarian portrayed in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

In reality, Xiang Yu was the kind of person who could call out the names of any of his soldiers and even show concern for their well-being. However, his military victories and friendly demeanor could not change the fact that he could not bring his men the wealth and land they desired.

Therefore, Theresis could fail countless times, but Theresa's failure once would be the end of her, because the Regent's slogans and vision for the future were more achievable.

Strengthen the military, plunder other countries to accumulate capital, and ensure the survival of the Sarkaz in the north and south. First, build up a barbaric physique, then talk about civilization and spirit.

The Sarkaz people, especially the northern Sarkaz, have a unique mobile city or camp. They consist of several large wagons pulled by tamed camels. The wheels alone are about 1.1 meters in diameter. With the side panels down, there is a place underneath the wagon to protect livestock when migrating in the wild.

When they were stationed, they formed a circle of varying sizes from the inside out, based on their status and wealth. The largest military leaders, high-ranking nobles, and chieftains had their carriages in the innermost layer, followed by the warrior class, and then the commoners. The lowest-ranking slaves could only make do in felt tents on the outermost layer.

The wintering grounds were as desolate as any Sarkaz camp in winter. Travelers walked past the silent outer tents, where slaves, either frozen to death or clutching their only livestock, held their breath in hushed tones, afraid of wasting even a drop of warmth.

After passing through the desolate outer slave district and entering the commoners' district, there were a few figures moving around. The commoners' wagons were not much different in size from those of the nobles, except that they lacked the number of camels and beasts of burden that the nobles had. Instead of houses, the wagons carried tents.

However, if you use animal hides as a base and keep it away from ground moisture, and have a wooden board about half a person's height around the bottom to block the cold wind, you can sleep relatively warmly unless it is extremely cold.

To keep warm and prevent livestock from dying, seven or eight or a dozen civilians would typically form a circle around a mobile cart, with a partition placed in the middle and a bonfire lit in the central open space.

The campfire wasn't burning very brightly. There was a pit in the ground, covered with a few pieces of iron that had been salvaged. This prevented the fuel from burning too quickly and also allowed the heat to be retained as much as possible.

Near the campfire, herds of livestock huddled together, relying on the faint warmth of the fire and the wagons behind them to ward off the bitter cold.

Several civilians who were feeding hay to their livestock saw the traveler, but they said nothing.

With a cold expression, he silently gripped his small knife and other weapons, seemingly calculating how much valuable property this guy had on him.

But after the traveler inadvertently revealed the scabbard and staff at his waist, the commoners lowered their heads, said nothing, did nothing, and continued with their own affairs.

Further inside was the area for the samurai class. Their vehicles were built on sturdy wooden or sheet metal houses, somewhat like motorhomes. They lived in small groups, just like the commoners, with doors and chimneys facing inwards. A huge synthetic fiber canopy stretched between the vehicles to block the falling snow.

With the inward-opening doors and chimneys, heat accumulated under the tents, and the livestock inside appeared noticeably more energetic than those on the civilians' side. Naturally, fewer animals froze to death.

"Who goes there!" Two Sarkaz warriors blocked the traveler's path, forcing him to reluctantly pull down his hood. "Your Highness?" The centurion, in the lead, looked surprised. "What... Go and inform the King!"

“I need to speak with your tribal chief…” Therese said calmly, completely ignoring the horrified expressions on their faces.

Like the houses of chieftains and warrior leaders, they are very easy to find. The tallest and most magnificent chariots in the northeast are their residences. This is the only trace of the "golden spirit" of the Sarkaz nobility.

Why do we say this? Because of the Fenshui Mountains, the cold air currents are blocked in the east and then blow from the northeast to the southwest along the mountain range.

The reason the Sarkaz Demon Lord first established this rule was that only the highest-ranking Sarkaz, who enjoyed the tribe's support and was the strongest, had enough resources and physique to shield the tribe from the cold winds and provide shelter for the entire tribe.

Although this later evolved into a kind of ritualistic measure to distinguish lineage and status, it was still well implemented. The noblest and wealthiest people camped on the northeast side, except that initially they placed the elderly and weak in the inner circle and the strong men and warriors in the outer circle. Now, they were in the inner circle, while the ordinary civilians were left in the outer circle to serve as human shelters.

No one knows what Theresis talked about with the locals. All that is known is that he emerged looking exhausted much later, boarded a belated landship, and headed towards the second tribal area.

At the eastern border of the Satie Oasis Farm, the Sarkaz men, still dressed in thin clothes, shouted "Heave-ho! Heave-ho!" as they pulled on the ropes in the cold winter night. Their bodies were soaked in sweat, and their muscular bodies reflected a greasy sheen under the industrial lights.

"Crash!" A huge boulder was laboriously dragged by ropes to the side of the quarry. They were clearing the road on the hillside for the snow melting project so that the construction team installing the tower snow melting furnace and pipes could transport their pile up.

"Change shifts!" After being almost completely exhausted, the foreman finally uttered the voice of an angel. Only then did these burly Sarkaz men drop their ropes and winches and rush into the side carriage to take a hot shower.

The logistics team had already prepared a hot soup with lots of pepper and ginger. After enjoying a delicious cup, you can change into dry clothes, go to your accommodation, sleep until the next day, and then take the second train to leave.

A zigzag road is gradually extending upwards at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, and the karez irrigation project at the foot of the mountain is more than half completed.

Water supply to the farm has already begun, but the flow rate is not meeting expectations. Therefore, snow melting and mountain road mining projects need to commence.

The blueprints from the Black Mole allowed Xia Lin to manufacture two things. The first was the universal MA12 pillar Gauss rifle of the Common Defense Alliance, which used Gauss coils to accelerate electrothermal ammunition to obtain relatively high initial velocity heavy bullets.

The 7x71mm caseless steel bullet weighs 11.9 grams, which is the bullet weight without the approximately 7 grams of electrothermal propellant. Its actual kinetic energy is quite good, although it is still not as good as the Snow Rabbit rifle with Dragon Flame booster firing.

The second type is an engineering train engine that can quickly manufacture and lay magnetic tracks to establish a maglev train network.

Of course, due to the current supply problems of materials and parts, Lao Xia had to cut it down to laying simple ordinary tracks, and the train became an ordinary train.

The train engine and carriage technology really owe a debt to the Doctor. The Rembit Mining Company recently unearthed a similar relic and successfully replicated it, intending to use it for mine transportation, but the Doctor managed to obtain it.

Although the price was shockingly high, Lao Xia wasn't short of money, so he bought two ready-made trucks and ordered two more, which were expected to be delivered in the summer and autumn of the following year.

Similarly, Rembitox's condition was that Lao Xia had to exchange the technology for this paving machine with them. Laying railways manually, especially in a mountainous and landslide-prone area like Rembitox, was simply a nightmare.

The road that was paved this month might have to be repaired again next month due to natural disasters, which is simply suffocating.

Old Xia's condition was that Rembitox United Mining Company must provide him with a mining system and sell commonly used consumable minerals at cost price. The result of their bargaining was that they could help repair the mine and even provide personnel and equipment to help with mining, but they could forget about selling it—they wanted 60% of the mined minerals out of 40% of the total.

The final agreement reached by both parties was that Lao Xia would receive 60%, but he would have to cover the miners' living expenses and equipment maintenance costs. In short, the mining company deducted all of the workers' meal allowances and transportation subsidies, and also deducted about one-fifth of their wages.

Old Xia was responsible for providing food and lodging for these miners—as for the standards, that was Old Xia's business.

This was clearly a slightly malicious agreement. If Lao Xia improved the miners' wages, then Rembitox would give him its surplus labor force to support, while also expanding production and further reducing their wages.

If Lao Xia doesn't improve their treatment, or even becomes extremely stingy, then they will still cut wages, and the cuts will become increasingly larger.

As for the workers' dissatisfaction, they will only turn to Lao Xia (Old Xia) rather than the parent company—it's perfect.

The result of Rembitox's perfect business calculations is that even without Xia Lin, they would have to launch an even larger workers' uprising in a few years, which would eventually spread to the entire territory.

[One more point: Early workers' revolutions or uprisings did not necessarily represent a red movement. In fact, they were more likely part of the Luddite movement—]

A more familiar example is the machine-smashing movement, where workers believed that the machines were the cause of their unemployment and suffering, and did not directly target the capitalists...

Both sides felt they had actually profited. Old Xia was worried that with winter approaching, caravans would disappear, transportation would be inconvenient, and food produced in greenhouses unaffected by the seasons would not find suitable waste bins to consume. Meanwhile, Rembitox, after calculating the cost reduction brought about by the decrease in workers' wages and the share of mining output, also felt that they had made a huge profit.

Both made a profit, so who lost out? The answer is the Sarkaz of Kazdel lost out, because these minerals were used to make rifles, older military-grade powered exoskeletons, and railroad lines.

With trains, weapons, and an army in hand, it meant that Lao Xia no longer needed to rely on those caravans. Instead, he could directly deliver grain, regardless of wind or rain, to every Sarkaz tribe's wintering grounds and market areas, and then spread it to the surrounding areas through caravans and tribes.

With cheap grains, there is little outflow of Lungmen currency; with expensive meats, there is a lot inflow of Lungmen currency. The sickle of money is already hanging over every leek, ready to be harvested at any time. The large amount of cheap grains will force nobles to buy and sell large quantities of their livestock assets to compete for resources.

The massive sale of livestock would mean they would increase their exploitation of herders and slaves. Not to mention, the huge trade surplus caused by the excessive inflow of Lungmen currency would also be a huge crisis for a backward economic system.

"Heave-ho!" The big rabbit wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her tight vest outlined her beautiful figure. As the foreman of the Rembiton miners and a skilled worker in mine propulsion engineering, the rabbit girl codenamed Violence was practically a human tunneling machine. Her Originium Arts were to expand the Originium components inside the rocks, thereby creating a pressure difference explosion that blasted the rocks apart.

The Sarkaz workers were responsible for using winches, ropes, baskets, and various rudimentary or advanced tools to clear these large and small stones onto the blasted stone platforms at both ends of the zigzag road.

These stones will then be mechanically cut and polished into regular blocks of various sizes for use in pruning open channels and the ground of railway stations and freight depots with stone brick and concrete structures. Every 200 meters they pave forward (with a slope of less than 12 degrees and an elevation increase of about 41 meters), the engineering locomotive will pull the support carriage to lay the track and move the campsite forward to the next platform of the zigzag.

This allows workers drenched in sweat to promptly enter the warm carriages to shower, change into dry clothes, eat to replenish their energy and rest, thus preventing injuries and enabling them to continue working even on cold winter nights.

"Glug glug!" After downing a large bottle of warm sports drink, the sugar and hormones warmed her whole body. Violence watched as the demolition team arrived to relieve them before leading her men back to camp, then crawling into the vehicle. "Phew... this tower heater saved my life!"

Walking about fifty or sixty meters in the cold winter night, while still covered in sweat, is pure torture.

Thankfully, these Terrans are physically strong, and Old Xia has plenty of immune-boosting drugs (veterinary ojpg), otherwise, even with hot water, hot meals, and dry towels provided, a lot of them would have fallen ill.

“When summer comes, you’ll still have to say you owe your life to air conditioning.” The sentry from the Yeti squad sitting opposite her was maintaining his rifle under the light.