Alien Arms Empire

Chapter 4444 Debt

The soldiers who heard this order became obviously active. This is their favorite training project. Continuously firing with new muskets is definitely an outlet for them to relieve stress.

What could be more exciting than firing two volleys in a row? After cleaning the barrels of their guns, the soldiers stood at attention, waiting for the order to start the drill.

 So, after these soldiers picked up the K1 guns according to the process they were familiar with before, everything entered their favorite state.

They pulled the trigger and fired a wonderful volley. Then the soldiers put down their rifles again. Their movements were not coherent, but they started cleaning the barrels very quickly.

Soon, they stuffed the paper-cased fixed-loading ammunition into the gun chamber again, then pushed the bolt and completely closed the gun chamber.

　　When these soldiers picked up their weapons again, Alice frowned: it all happened too fast, so fast that she was in a trance.

 As the daughter of Count Fischereau, she has naturally seen muskets. She had not only seen those exquisite flintlock guns, but also used them frequently.

As the "little princess" of Northridge, she loves hunting and often hunts large animals such as grizzly bears, reindeer and wild boars with her own hands.

So, of course she knew very well how many complicated steps it took to load a flintlock gun, and of course she also knew how long it took to prepare a flintlock gun into a ready-to-fire state.

 She didn't find anything strange when these soldiers fired the first shot, so she thought that the so-called new weapons were some **** businessman who used some means to deceive her father.

 But when these soldiers quickly finished loading and picked up their weapons again, she realized that there might really be a new type of weapon appearing in the world.

 Not Cyric! It's not a new weapon developed by that damned, bone-crushing Cyric Consortium!

“Bang!” Another row of gunshots echoed over the school grounds. Alice stared at the soldiers who had finished shooting and began to clean the barrels of their guns, seeming to be thinking about something.

 “Let them fight again!” Suddenly, Alice opened her red lips and ordered to the commander in the distance.

The commander glanced at Count Fischereau and saw the latter nodded. Then he raised his hand again and loudly gave the firing order: "Load!"

 After hearing his order, these soldiers once again started to move excitedly. They opened the barrel of the gun and began to carefully clean out the remaining residue.

Soon, faster than expected, Alice once again saw these soldiers raising their weapons and pointing at the target in the distance.

 “Bang!” Another burst of intensive gunshots echoed in the school grounds and did not disperse for a long time.

Alice looked at Fischereau and asked seriously: "If our army were replaced with such weapons, would we be able to win the upcoming war?"

"There is no doubt! Our opponents will be surprised and defeated. In just one battle, I may enter the Kingdom of Sussus..." Fisherow confidently said to his daughter: "Northridge will be protected from war. suffering.”

 “It’s worth the money...” Alice muttered, and then walked towards the soldiers who were waiting for orders.

She stretched out her white hand and took the K1 rifle from a soldier. She saw the exaggerated and fancy metal patterns embedded on it. She brushed her fingers over these patterns and felt only the smoothness of fine polishing, not even the slightest undulation.

To be honest, these decorative patterns came from the reference pictures on the computer in Tang Mo's mind. They were naturally extremely gorgeous—the aesthetic standard must have exceeded the average level in this world, and it made people like them at a glance.

This gun is the specially decorated sample that Tang Mo demonstrated to the noble gentlemen before. Of course, Tang Mo also left it in Beiling.

Fishereau did not treasure this sample gun, but regarded it as the same thing and distributed it to his men for training.

"Which idiot wastes so much time on decoration?" Alice raised her head, looked at Fisherow who came to her, and asked in a bad tone: "Does he know how much more it will cost? "

"Hehe, hehe..." Fischereau smiled. He knew his daughter very well. She was capable and direct, and she was the successor he had trained.

If Ronin Alice were a boy, she would definitely be the heir to Northridge. Even now Fischereau could consider handing Northridge over to her and letting her take the reins.

It is a pity that Alice is a girl and she will eventually get married. Fisherow has to consider whether his son-in-law has the ability to take over part of the power of Beiling.

"No way, he has sold his new gun to nobles like Baron Stella before." Explaining for Tang Mo, Fisherot took the sample gun from his daughter's hand, which was already looking a bit old. He handed it to the soldier beside him.

 “Has he promoted it to others?” Almost instantly, Alice considered the issue of confidentiality, and then she seemed to think of something, and her brows relaxed before they were completely furrowed.

She looked at several other K1 fast guns, and after finding that there were no decorations, she nodded: "That's right, those short-sighted idiots will not cause trouble for themselves, they will turn a blind eye, especially now." Tell me about this weapons dealer." Alice looked at her father, batting her eyelashes on her big eyes with a smile.

"His name is Tang Mo. He is only a little older than you. He is a very handsome young man. With black hair and black eyes, he is probably a criminal from the other side of the sea..." Earl Fisherot told his daughter A young man whom he had only met once.

While they were talking, they walked towards the Earl's Mansion not far away. The earl signaled that the training should continue normally, and the officer behind him who was in charge of the training began to organize substitutions.

 It is already a very luxurious thing for a group of soldiers to fire so many shots in a row. Bullets cost money, and this series of shots is really not cheap!

 Because Tang Mo's bullets are more complicated to produce and more expensive than flintlock bullets. Every bullet is made of real money, and one shot will cause the body of the not-so-rich Lord Fisherlot to hurt!

Along the way, the count talked about some things that happened when he met Tang Mo, and talked about their cooperation: "We signed a contract, and he felt that he could provide me with more than 1,000 K1s like this within half a year. "Quick gun."

"You promise to support him?" Alice, who had returned to the house, turned her head, touched her ponytail with her hand, and asked casually.

"Yes, I have no reason to refuse." Fischereau nodded.

“He has almost nothing and is not qualified to be our ally.” Alice gave a more pertinent evaluation.

　　Fishereau smiled fondly at this smart daughter, shrugged his shoulders and said: "If he can fulfill his promise, he will definitely be an ally worthy of our support."

"Only if he can fulfill his promise..." Alice shook her head: "Without a huge workshop with more than 3,000 people, how could he create more than 1,000 new guns for you in such a short period of time?"

“Tiger wrote back to me, saying that he has developed a machine that can rotate all the time, which should speed up the production of weapons.” The count said.

"Waterwheel? Windmill?" Alice was from this era after all, and she certainly couldn't immediately guess something as strange as a steam engine.

"I don't know. Tiger didn't go into detail in his letter, but Matthews is with him. Technically, Matthews will definitely not be deceived... Since they said that, this interesting little guy Tang Mo must have something." Extraordinary." Fischereau touched his nose and explained the matter as clearly as possible.

"You even sent Matthews out?" Alice sighed, seeming helpless about her father's actions.

But she quickly cheered up, looked at Fischereau, and asked tentatively: "Is there a possibility...that we send someone to bring that guy and his technology to Beiling?"

Looking at his daughter who wanted to help Beiling maximize her profits, the earl hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "This... is not easy."

Alice also knows the truth that strong melons are not sweet. Let’s not even talk about whether we can use force to kidnap Tang Mo to Beiling. If we really capture him, what if the other party is unwilling to cooperate? Ruining an opportunity and a choice in vain, turning allies into enemies, this is not in Beiling's interests.

So Alice gave up the plan to capture the person and said with some regret: "Okay! Okay! You didn't even notice that old dwarf Matthews. There is definitely no hope of going to Port Bunas to rob someone and come back. "

He knew his father. The upright Earl would definitely not be willing to do such a thing. If he really wanted to do this, he would not be able to let go of the skilled old dwarf Matthews.

"Hehe... my daughter still understands me." Fischereau didn't mind flattering his daughter and nodded in agreement.

Alice sighed helplessly and said, "Then we can only think of a solution from other places."

"What else can...what else can be done?" Fischereau was worried that his daughter would think of another off-the-table trick, and asked in a daze.

"My father... If you are willing to come by yourself, I will really go back to the copper mine to hunt." Alice was not polite at all, looking at her father and asked.

"Oh, no, no, no, you'd better do this, I feel more at ease." Fischereau immediately waved his hand and followed suit.

"Deduct the taxes that will be sent to the King's City in a few days, and have someone send a letter to the King's City to tell His Majesty the King that we will have enough money to pay taxes next spring." Alice's face was ruthless, looking cute and fierce. .

Fishereau was halfway through his words. His voice became softer and softer, but his eyes became brighter and brighter: "But we clearly..."

He was not a stupid man, so he did not think that withholding a portion of the tax was something that could not be done at such a time.

Alice nodded: "If we don't owe His Majesty the King, we owe it to Tang Mo... Since you think it's not good to owe Tang Mo, then we can only owe His Majesty the King! Father!"

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