Eagle Byzantium

The couple Gawain and Anna moved the tent to a dry highland between the Great Turtle Fort and the Masikatus River Valley.

Anna looked down at the huge cannon used for test firing, feeling extremely satisfied.

Soon, every hour, the fireworks, smoke and loud noises ejected from its mouth bloomed wantonly in front of Anna's eyes. Then Anna watched with her own eyes the huge stone pellets that were smoking and dancing, and hit a building opposite the test firing range. On the rocky mountain, a pillar-shaped debris storm was set off Rain, at the same time, the rocky mountain wept, trembled, shook and collapsed - the incomparable power of the cannon made Anna feel that a kind of fanatical moistening was igniting between the pink legs under her skirt, until It made her extremely ashamed, until she felt that there was so much freedom.

Fifty feet in front of the scarlet tent, Gedier and Leotius were sitting in an independent and unsheltered tent, logging in and updating the data on the shooting table. How much medicine could shoot to what distance was very clear.

The people and soldiers in the city of Prusa, including the generals and officers of the new army headed by Titicius, also listened in wonder and horror to the rumble of cannons in the distant valley, and looked at the thick smoke rising from there. What on earth is Vin doing? Is his siege cannon hitting the target? "Tethisus has this?" Such doubts are normal, because even he, who is shrewd and good at fighting, like many outstanding craftsmen in the empire, does not know the concept of artillery shooting table. This group of people lacks the awareness of basic mathematics and relies more on their own excellent skills. Instinct faces the battlefield and homework, and Titicius is no exception.

Only Gawain's thinking is beyond this era.

When the manuscript of the shooting table was delivered to the scarlet tent, Gawain immediately asked the confidential officer Philactus to remove the brocade covering a mysterious instrument.

"Anna, my wife, in the past two years, I have spent a lot of money to hire twelve skilled calligraphy craftsmen. Some of them are Flanders and some are Persians." Gawain stretched out his arms enthusiastically and proudly, pointing. Speaking of the mysterious large instrument behind him, in the eyes of Anna and several confidant female officers, it looked like an enlarged screw oil press, with the plate on it covered with a frame of Seleucia fine cloth. Paper. Then Gawain lifted up a very delicate and small thing that looked like an ivory product from a plate next to the utensil, "This is the 'movable type'. Each of the twelve craftsmen can now use the utensils to make four With ten such 'movable types', if I let them work four hours a day, they can produce 1,920 movable types in one day, and 10,000 movable types will take less than a week."

Anna shrugged, not understanding.

However, Gawain was not prepared to explain in vain. He winked at the confidential officer Philactus, and then Philactus raised a small wooden hand rest and followed the words and regulations on the shooting table manuscript. Use the hand support to assemble the corresponding movable types in rows and wedge them into a tight typesetting plate. Because the printing table is actually just a piece of paper, the work is completed quickly. Then Philactus focused his eyes, and after correcting the typesetting plate, he and the other two "type craftsmen" in Gawain's words, attached the typesetting plate between the lower plate of the screw, and then a craftsman lifted the brush , evenly applied the good ink from the jar next to me on the typesetting plate.

"Damanzi must have improved the ink formula." Anna quickly made a judgment when she saw that the ink neither spread nor gathered into oil droplets, but was tightly distributed on the movable characters wedged between the typesetting trays. .

Then several people got busy, the screw rotated, and the upper and lower pages were pressed together, separated again, applied with ink, and pressed together again: one after another "shooting sheet" with exactly the same content was printed, and Anna only then Feeling the horror of this technology, she tremblingly took out the paper with the shooting chart printed on it, and gathered around with several other female officials to watch. The format on it was compact, and the text was black and clear.

"How about it? This is Mr. Zhao Zhao's cutting-edge technology and equipment imported from the East." Although Gawain was extremely proud, he was still dismissive.

"I don't know how to describe it...but in the future, intellectuals all over the world who are proud of copying and interpreting manuscripts will hate you madly. Because of you, you seem to have turned the beautiful and chaste people into My wife has completely turned into a prostitute who can be used by everyone... You use The artillery destroyed the fortress, and this kind of thing will completely disintegrate the beautiful and solemn temple." Staring at the "shooting charts" with the same content one after another, Anna rolled her brown eyes and actually used them. A scary but apt metaphor to describe this brand new device.

In fact, only fifty copies of the cannon firing list were printed, which was probably completed within the time of a banquet. Then they were bound and sent to the cannon gunners of the Big Turtle Base. Quite a few of them were self-made. Of course those who graduated from the academy can understand this radiographic chart, which also saves them the effort of measuring by themselves, because the city wall of Prusa will not move, so everything can be done according to this radiographic chart.

"All gunners must memorize the firing list as soon as possible. We will officially launch the attack in three days!"

When the prescribed moment arrived, she turned around and could see the city of Prusa and the siege position in the tent on the top of the hill. Anna, half excited and half shy, walked out of the tent at the beginning of the morning, holding up her gentle skirt. , in front of the bushes that can block the view from below, a group of female officers and forbidden soldiers have already been deployed around, and curtains embroidered with red hand badges have been erected to form a semi-enclosed temporary camp.

The long summer grass under her boots rubbed against her legs, which were covered by the gauze skirt. The surrounding area was filled with the restless atmosphere unique to this season, as well as the restless chirping of insects.

Anna took a breath, her dew-stained bun was a little heavy and hung on the left side of her neck. She stopped and held her hands on a moderately sized tree trunk. Looking down from here, the huge gray outline of the big turtle was clearly visible. In my eyes, there are two giant artillery pieces It is clearly visible that the muzzle of the cannon is pointed at the southeast corner of the city of Prusa. Many soldiers and gunners are surrounding them, carrying and stacking various equipment, such as push wooden poles, Khitan snow bags, heavy stone pellets, iron pellets, etc. , because the cannon scheduled three days ago is coming!

"Ah..." Just thinking of this and seeing the power of the giant cannon in the distance made Anna wet. She had been holding it in for long enough.

There was a rustling sound in the grass behind her, and soon a big hand touched Anna's braid from behind and pulled it back slightly. Anna frowned, and then she felt an incomparable coolness rising from her bottom, because another big hand He directly lifted up the back hem of her skirt!

As the skirt rose, the long grass swayed back and forth rapidly, scratching her round and exposed knees. The slight sting made her mind even more excited. Her entire back was as beautiful as a garden. They were all exposed to the barbarian without any defense...