Alien Arms Empire

 Chapter 4545 Greater

When Tiger saw the North Ridge flag hanging above Wolf City, he was so excited that he almost shouted loudly.

He swore that he had never looked forward to the moment when he returned to Wolf City so much in his life. He almost wanted to pinch the horse's belly with both feet and urge the horse to run wildly to the gate of Wolf City.

Similarly, this was also the first time that when he saw the majestic walls of Wolf City, he was thinking about another place that was not too far away but became very important - Bunas.

 This is a wonderful feeling, an awkward experience that Tiger can't describe. He was looking forward to returning to Wolf City to bring a surprise to the earl, and he also hoped that he could set off immediately to deliver the supplies Tang Mo needed to the small workshop that was smoking black.

However, he knew that the convoy following him would be frightened by his reckless behavior, so he could only resist the urge to rush to the city gate and follow the convoy to the familiar city gate. Down.

"Sir!" Under the city, when a young soldier saw Tiger riding a tall horse in front of him, he stood at attention, saluted and raised his forehead in greeting.

On his shoulder he carried the ever-exquisite Cyric flintlock gun, which was shiny and well-maintained.

However, Tiger didn't even look at that piece of shit. He nodded his head and asked, "Is the Earl in Wolf City?"

"Here!" the soldier guarding the city gate replied immediately: "Miss Alice has come back too! Just yesterday."

"Okay! Have someone arrange for the convoy to disband! The remaining soldiers are escorting the carriage! Follow me!" Tiger pulled the reins of the war horse, causing the tall horse to spin in place, and then followed a group of soldiers. Behind him, a heavy carriage was escorted towards the Earl's mansion.

"My lord! My lord! Captain Tiger is back escorting a carriage of goods!" A guard knocked on Earl Fisherot's door with surprise on his face and announced the good news.

The door was suddenly opened, and Fischereau didn't even have time to put on his favorite black cloak, so he walked out of the room and hurried towards the door.

By the time he reached the door, he saw Tiger getting off his horse and the heavy carriage had stopped in the yard of the Earl's mansion.

　　"Your Majesty, Count! Fortunately, I'm back! I'm back! I brought back what you want!" Tiger said to Earl Fisherow with a smile.

 “Very good! Tiger, your loyalty is unquestionable!” Fischereau excitedly patted Tiger’s arm, the smile on his face could not be concealed no matter how hard he tried.

 He finally got another batch of K1 guns, so that he could train soldiers faster.

Thinking of this, he looked at the dusty Tiger again and asked with a smile: "How many K1 guns did you bring back? Fifteen? Or twenty?"

Seeing Tiger's embarrassed expression, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be too anxious. In less than a month, it seemed impossible for Tang Mo's small workshop to produce a rifle every day. Such production speed.

So, he took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and thought for a while before saying: "It's okay! Tiger! It's okay... Five sticks are not too little, at least it's a good start, right?"

As he spoke, he looked at Alice who also came out after hearing the news: "As long as there are more bullets for training, I will be satisfied."

"Sir, my lord...I, I brought back 62 fast guns this time..." Tiger glanced at Alice walking over, bowed slightly and saluted: "Miss."

"It's okay, it's okay! Tiger... I only brought back 62 K1 guns, so there's nothing to be sad about..." Fischereau couldn't continue in the middle of his sentence.

 He looked at Tiger, his eyes widened. Then he suddenly looked at the carriage, and couldn't help but glance at Tiger again.

 Finally, he set his sights on the carriage, walked over quickly, pushed aside the soldiers guarding there, and opened the door of the carriage with his own hands.

 Then, he saw seven wooden boxes made of simple nails neatly stacked in the cargo box of the carriage.

The burrs on these wooden boards have not had time to be cleaned, and the black soot is written on them in crooked and ugly fonts that make people want to vomit at a glance: "Handle with care"

 “How many guns did you bring back?” Earl Fischereau couldn’t believe his ears, and he couldn’t quite believe his eyes at this moment, so he looked at Tiger who was following him again, and asked with a guilty conscience.

 He was afraid that this was a dream, that everything in front of him was an illusion caused by being too tired from thinking about everything at night.

Similar to the more timid mood of being close to home, he also began to be timid in front of these weapons and weapons, fearing that his joy would eventually be in vain.

"I brought back 62 new K1 rifles! Lord Earl! Lord Tang Mo's production has started to get on track. His current workshop is capable of producing more than 10 K1 rifles in one day!" Tiger looked at it seriously. Looking at Earl Fisherot, he opened his mouth to explain. "62...62!" Fischereau stepped forward to draw the top box. When Tiger saw it, he quickly stepped forward to help. He didn't feel at all that the count's behavior at this moment was a bit reckless, because when he saw so many new fast guns in front of him, he was almost in the same embarrassing state.

The Earl ignored the unpolished barbs on the wooden box and placed the box at his feet. Then he looked at Tiger who was helping, pointed to the box at his feet with some excitement and ordered: "Hit it, open it! "

Tiger took out a crowbar from the carriage and inserted it into the gap at the edge of the wooden box. Earl Fischereau was somewhat conflicted and couldn't wait to step forward, pressed the crowbar with his own hands, and opened the lid of the box.

The wooden lid of the box made of nailed wood was not strong in the first place, so it was twisted, deformed and damaged most of it. But now the earl is no longer in the mood to care about this tattered wooden box. His eyes are on the barrels of those brand-new, oil-scented K1 guns, and he can no longer move away.

“Gudu…” He swallowed and looked at the five K1 guns neatly stacked in the box, his hands trembling slightly.

Finally, he reached out and grabbed a brand new K1 rifle from the box, looking at the meticulously polished wooden stock.

His hand brushed over the cold bolt and rubbed the smooth and slender barrel, as if he was caressing his beloved woman.

Then, through the leather armed belts piled randomly on the lower layer, he saw the K1 rifles in the second row, and the smile on his face could no longer be suppressed.

“Here, this box contains 10 guns?” He looked at Tiger beside him and asked excitedly.

"Yes! There are only two guns in a box, but..." Tiger saw the Earl's eyes with such excitement for the first time, and he replied nervously.

"But what?" When Fischereau asked this sentence, he was already thinking about training 75 soldiers at a time to use the new K1 fast gun.

“But there are 1,500 rounds of ammunition with reduced charges for training purposes,” Tiger replied.

"I knew it! That boy won't let me down!" Earl Fisherau smiled and handed the brand-new fast gun to his daughter Alice, and grabbed another one from the box. He said while playing with it.

Alice had test-fired the K1 gun yesterday. After receiving the new gun from her father, she skillfully opened the bolt and looked down. She found that the entire barrel of the gun was made by someone who knows how. It looked like it was made in heaven. , the arc is charming and perfect!

She could tell that the gun in her hand was definitely a good thing, and it was infinitely higher than Cyric's flintlock gun.

However, no matter how good the workmanship of the weapon is, it is only a matter of craftsmanship. What really matters to her are other details.

"Tiger...you've only been to Bunas for about 20 days, right?" Alice took her eyes away from the gun and looked at Tiger, who was smiling innocently, and asked unhurriedly.

 “23 days, miss!” Tiger immediately answered Alice’s question with great clarity. Because he had been counting the days in Bunas, waiting for the time to return to Northridge.

However, the moment he returned to Beiling, he realized that there was a part of his heart that he had left behind in Bunas...

"Producing 3 muskets a day... This is no longer a weapons workshop, this is a weapons workshop... and a super large weapons workshop." Alice held the K1 fast gun and said to Tiger.

She handed the rifle to Tiger gracefully, without stopping to speak: "I have read all the letters you wrote, and it took almost all my time after dinner last night. Can you tell me about it? Tell me about that interesting factory and the interesting machinery in the factory?”

"Okay, miss!" Tiger took the K1 gun and looked at the earl who was carrying a box on the carriage with another guard.

 Actually, he still has a lot to say to the Earl, but it seems that the Earl is immersed in the joy of getting 60 guns at once and will not come to talk to him for the time being.

So, he sighed and followed Alice to the shade of a tree in the distance.

"Your letter said that Tang Mo built a new kind of machinery... It's not a windmill, it's not a waterwheel, right?" Alice stopped under the shade of a tree, looked at Tiger who was following her, and asked asked her first question.

“Yes, yes, Matthews said that thing is called a steam engine.” Tiger replied seriously.

"Steam engines? Are you kidding me? Those tattered toys that noble gentlemen use to blow whistles?" Alice had seen a lot and had heard of flashy things like that.

“Yes, Miss.” Tiger nodded, then pointed to a small warehouse not far away where firewood was piled: “However, Mr. Tang Mo built two bigger ones than that warehouse…”

 (End of this chapter)