Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"…"

"…"

Looking at the green skin scratching his **** and showing a weird smile in front of him, Kant fell silent.

...actually nothing wrong.

Before scientific progress and the discovery of more efficient chemical synthesis methods, for hundreds of years, gunpowder made by humans basically tasted very good - the ingredients of gunpowder were sulfur, charcoal and nitrate, the first two were basically everywhere, It is easy to mine and manufacture, but natural saltpeter is extremely rare and can only be extracted by artificial methods... The taste lies in the word "artificial".

China has a lot of saline-alkali land, there are relatively rich saltpeter mines, and the soil method of scraping and refining saltpeter, so the taste is not too heavy, but there was no way to do it in Europe at that time, only to use their brains in the toilet, and it took hundreds of years to move. , there have been many inspiring stories.

For example, in order to ensure the supply of saltpeter, the United Kingdom even promulgated the law that toilets should be nationalized and not allowed to defecate without permission. Later, it was discovered that the method of composting manure to make nitrate was out of control. Working people all know that gunpowder is made by boiling shit, and even during the American Civil War, gunpowder was still made from bat dung.

And Oda Nobunaga engaged in a trade war, which cut off the supply of saltpeter to the daimyo. The men of Hongan Temple used the method of piling dung and soaking in urine to produce salt and salt. The abruptly confrontation with Nobunaga for ten years is also a tasteful history.

so many kinds.

In the era when science failed to develop and prosper, the hymn of human beings is the hymn of courage. What is courage? It is the hard-working working people who don't even wear masks. They scraped out little by little from the walls of toilets, stables, and pigsties, and boiled it out little by little in a cauldron.

So we can draw two conclusions.

First, toilets are combat power. At that time, a country with millions of toilets was a well-deserved world power, a guarantee of firepower, a manifestation of national strength, and a symbol of strength.

Second, the source of human strength comes from bombing shit.

So seeing the hints of green skin full of flavor, Kant thought about it, and it was actually reasonable.

Damn, that's pretty scientific.

But still... the mood is more complicated.

Kant subconsciously glanced at Hong San, only to see Hong San looking intently at the small amount of gunpowder in his hand, lost in thought, obviously incomprehensible to the ingredients of this thing, after smelling the smell, he frowned in thought, as if He felt that this smell was familiar, but he couldn't think of where it came from. It was because of human nature and the virtue of the saint to taste all kinds of herbs and practice it. He licked his lips, and then...

"…Hey!"

After all, Kant is a kind person, unable to watch such a tragic incident happen, and quickly shouted to stop.

Hong San was startled, then looked at Kant and smiled: "Master, don't worry, there is no poison in this world that can kill you even if you don't touch your tongue, I will spit it out when I taste it. poison…"

Kant said silently: "It's made of shit."

These three words weighed more than 1,000 kilograms, and hit Hong San like a heavy hammer. Aurora looked sluggish, turned his head stiffly, and looked at the greenskins. Unable to hold back, he laughed wildly, Hong San's face turned green all of a sudden, and he ran to the wall and vomited.

... sin.

Kant sighed, then beckoned to Iron Son: "You can compare the power of gunpowder... First reload a bullet with this gunpowder and try to fire a shot."

Autobots are mechanical beings. Although they have the shame of a human being from Kant, they don't care much about **** or shit. He took some simple gunpowder made of green skin, rolled it with his hands, observed it, and said: : "The workmanship is rough, and in my experience, the general rule of thumb for pyrotechnic mixtures is that the finer the powder, the faster it burns and the more powerful it is...it's just rough processing."

It said to Kant: "Father, please don't have too many expectations. I think this is just a primitive black-like gunpowder. It is used to make the propellant of the fixed-load bomb. Although it can be fired, the power must be weak, and the burning The resulting gas is unable to complete the ejection action, so it can cause a jam."

The father and son were talking in Chinese. To the beasts, it was like a book from heaven, but the greenskins had the intuition of beasts.

Iron Son just glanced at it, took out a bullet, separated it, poured out the gunpowder, added the same amount of green-skin gunpowder, reloaded it from the reloading table in the body, and then took out a gun in each hand and fired into the sky, Bang Bang, two shots, the flames flashed, and the projectiles flew.

After the Autobot fired the comparison, it was obviously taken aback, and it pondered for a moment, as if feeling the condition of the firearm, which was part of its body.

Then it glanced at Hong San, who had retreated away, and said in a low voice: "The shooting power of this gunpowder is similar to the original version, and the gas generated by the combustion is enough to complete the ejection action."

But it is not without its shortcomings. First, there is smoke and a lot of residues in the burning, which is extremely deadly for automatic weapons. Second, it is full of uncertainties, such as increased recoil, poor accuracy, deformation of projectiles, and even high explosive power. , there is a risk of explosion..."

Kant was taken aback: "You mean, this thing is similar to modern gunpowder?"

The ammunition that Iron Son came with when he was born has almost been consumed, and the replenishment is entirely dependent on the decomposition and reorganization of the .22 bullets in the shooting gallery, a feeling of radiating New Vegas.

The club's sports long bullets are used for competition, and their power is relatively small. Even the formula of the propellant seems to be different, but it is still a modern industrial product with a scientific ratio and good craftsmanship. How...

"This statement is not very strict, father, I heard you tell the story of the war on the earth, from the Second World War to the modern age, in terms of firearms and ammunition, the lethality has become smaller, not because it can't achieve great power, It's because it's unnecessary, after all, individual weapons pursue balance and suitability in all aspects."

The Autobots made a few more 9mm greenskin cartridges and handed them to Kant.

"It can only be said that the unit effectiveness of greenskin gunpowder seems to be relatively high, but it is not that greenskin is stronger. Handicraft is incomparable to industry in any case. Humans can do better. Furthermore, the most important performance of weapons is Stable and reliable, at this point, Greenskin Gunpowder is completely substandard."

Kant squinted, snapped a green-skin fixed-load cartridge into the magazine, loaded it, raised his arms high, and fired at the air - in order to avoid the danger of exploding, he even used the enchantment fortitude and doubled the speed.

There was a soft click, but there was no response.

- Stink bomb?

Kant withdrew from the bullet, moved in his heart, and forcibly unscrewed the bullet, only to see that the gunpowder had become as loose as sand and completely deformed.

When Greenskin saw it, he shouted, "It killed itself too, it doesn't deserve it."

Kant wondered: "The things made by the green skin, in my hands, will explode as soon as I touch them, and in Hong San's hands, they just can't be used, but they don't explode, but why can you use them?"

Iron Son was also puzzled.

Cut the sky and shouted: "Because the little tyrant is just a little tyrant, just like me!"

The Autobot glared at Greenskin, and Kant thought about it for a moment. It was a pity, but it wasn't bad news.

"It's a good thing you can use it."

He said optimistically: "Valentan will have a fierce battle next, at least we can have a little more strength."

The Autobot pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "It's true, it's better than nothing... Then, father, do you have any ideas? I'm afraid I have to tell you that although this gunpowder is powerful enough, it produces a lot of black smoke when it burns. With smoke and debris, and many uncertain dangers, bullets that cannot be used to make fully automatic weapons, your idea of ​​placing a heavy machine gun in the city will not work."

Kant nodded.

Iron Son is a firearms expert, because its guns are a part of the body and can perceive all changes. It says that it can't be used as a bullet for automatic weapons, so it definitely won't work.

As for letting these orcs think about the green-skinned Mark Qin... save it, not only is it dangerous, but the pace is too big, and the production capacity can't keep up at all.

He showed a mysterious smile and said softly, "There is a better way."

The Autobots glanced at the orcs who were studying Boom in a circle, and said, "Although you can't use fully automatic weapons, the powerful single-shot primitive muskets are fine... Is my father going to make them into an arquebus team? Although The precision head is not enough, but the power is not small, if you use it intensively, maybe..."

That said so far.

Because Iron Son lowered his head and saw the smile on the old father's face.

The huge, majestic Autobot shuddered subconsciously, and the parts of his body quivered.

This is completely inscribed in instinctive fear.

It is the fear that almost every Chinese child has faced.

Fear of homework that will never be written no matter what…

Kant said with a smile: "You boy, what are you talking about, what arquebus team? Are you going to let them go to the battlefield? They are so huge that the battlements can't cover them, aren't they the living targets of elves?"

"How dangerous, besides, they have nothing to do with this war. I let them go to the battlefield, so am I not like Nick? How can I be such a righteous and kind person? How can people who aim to end wars involve innocent lives in wars?”

Speaking of which, Kant's face was filled with humanitarian brilliance, and he was almost immediately sanctified.

The Autobots couldn't say a word.

Kant's performance continues.

He only listened to his voice and said: "And they are your friends, and they are here for me. It is not easy to break into the elf army. They have done this step, enough, how can I let them What about going to the battlefield? I should protect them!"

He said sincerely: "I not only want to protect them, let them stay here, but also have delicious food, 24-hour uninterrupted supply, let them eat refreshingly, eat smoothly, and eat continuously! If the simple ones have to do something for me, then they can also do some tiny handicraft labor, which is enough!"

Iron Son didn't know what to say, so he just glanced at the group of orcs with a little pity.

Kant's smile is flawless, full of morality and conscience.

He said gently: "Son, remember what I told you? Blood and sweat... I mean Happy Factory, isn't this coming? I heard that there are many green skins, and they have been living a hard life, how bad is it? If you think about it this way, do you immediately feel a mission of the times?"

- The Autobot's electronic eyes have a tendency to turn upwards.

Kant put his hands behind his back and walked towards the greenskins. The orcs quickly noticed the approach of Dagiba, and turned to look at him, only to see Kant waved his hand: "What are you doing standing here? Are you full? Hurry up and go. Go, open your stomach to eat, pull hard when you're done, and eat after you're done, you're welcome!"

He pulled the gunsmith aside and asked, "That gunpowder..."

Greenskin directly pulled the bag from his waist and handed it to Kant as if offering a treasure.

Kant took a step back subconsciously and waved his hand quickly: "I don't need it, I don't need it, I just want to ask, how long does it take you to make a bag?"

Green skin scratched his head: "How long, I don't know, it's not difficult anyway, think about it, knead it with water, bake it, then mix it... Anyway, it's not difficult, as long as there is enough shit."

Kant nodded, thought of one thing, and then asked, "You... won't **** and die."

Green Skin was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise, "Is there such a fun way to die?"

"…"

Then it won't.

Kant patted Green Skin's arm and said, "Okay, then, next, you eat well, pull well, and then make this kind of gunpowder, do a lot, then I will give you a lot of fun things, and also Let you watch the bang bang with a lot of energy, okay?"

The gunsmith heard the words, his face brightened, and he said loudly: "Okay, okay!"

...I don't know how much the output is, and I don't know if other creatures will work.

But let's do it first and see how it works.

Compared with the Greenskin Arquebusier Team, he still prefers the Greenskin Unscrupulous Artillery Team.

The technology is shocking.

Speaking of which, my thoughts towards the people are sometimes very touching. For example, during the mine war, my compatriots in the Anti-Japanese War invented a kind of mine called "Baba Lei". Because the gunpowder technology is not good enough, the lethality of stone mines is limited, so The landmines were buried in human and animal feces, and after they were blasted, although they could only injure small Japan, the feces would stick to the wounds. In that era when antibiotics were in short supply, this meant that serious infections were unavoidable, and little devils were basically injured. Die, wipe and die.

The double blow of explosion damage and poison damage, just ask you to be afraid of the future.

Thinking of this past, Kant wondered whether he should learn from the excellent ideas of the martyrs and give these elf invaders a big surprise... After all, to deal with wicked people, we must use all available means, and there is no need to talk about morality, right?

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PS1: So, you always say that I play shit, you guys, you still don’t read much. The essence of human beings is to play shit. Otherwise, can you explain the tetanus arrows and Baba thunder?