Eagle Byzantium

"To be honest, although we all disobeyed the emperor's army and orders in Tarsus, you are so shameless and bold as Brown Bear, and you hung the portrait of the emperor, who is equivalent to the Holy Apostle, on the shooting range..." Agnes felt that she was really in the company of a madman. She could kill people like Calegos and Pullips, but it was really difficult for her to do something like Gawain.

But Gawain just raised his left hand and motioned her to watch carefully.

Agnes' attention was then placed on the two half-moon-shaped earthen basket walls at the edge of the shooting range. The first thing she saw was a strange copper-cast shooting tool, which was reinforced with pins and nine hoops. The front end was a copper tube of four Anna feet, with a diameter of about six Anna inches. Then at the end of this copper tube was a shoulder-shaped semi-open device, which was cast as a whole with the long copper tube in the front, "like a Persian enamel perfume bottle with a long mouth." Agnes made an analogy.

"Yes, it's called 'Persian Perfume Bottle'." Gawain was very satisfied with the name of the sunfish metaphor. This kind of name can indeed play a role in covering up his own armaments and confusing the enemy's judgment. "Nexus Sansavalle, from now on, your fire-throwing team will call this weapon by this name."

Beside the earth basket wall, a black-haired young general immediately turned around and raised his hand to show that he would obey the arrangement. Nexus was originally the seventh son of Nika Calegos. Later, he and his brother Gaia were adopted by the old commander Walter Sansavalle and gave up their original surnames. Since then, the two brothers have been serving in the "Caesar Armored Cavalry Regiment". Now Nexus has been promoted to earl and transferred out of the cavalry regiment to command the new team of fire-throwing soldiers and is responsible for operating this new firearm called "Persian Perfume Bottle".

In the slightly rising dust and sunlight, Gawain snapped his fingers, "With this, the light artillery vehicles that were originally ejected with noose, chute and winch wheels can be withdrawn from the regular brigade sequence. They can be assigned to the local militia to guard the key points."

Half-believing and half-doubting, Agnes looked at the thick mouth of the perfume bottle. The dark blue metal was shining with a circle of bright white reflections. She silently and terrifiedly faced the portrait of the emperor five hundred feet away. The expression of "Alexius" on it seemed to be calling out and provoking, "Come, come, come and fight me."

The distance of five hundred feet has basically exceeded the range of all practical long-range shooting tools in this world. Except for some siege tools, such as the "Big Plane Gun" invented by Agnes, the Latin bow is known to be powerful, but the effective shooting distance is only three hundred feet, and the effective shooting distance of the Eastern recurve bow may only be between eighty feet and two hundred feet.

The entire five hundred feet was a bare open space in the fortress, without any obstruction.

A fire-thrower with an umbrella-shaped horsehair crown on his helmet holding a long pole, immediately placed a small wooden mark dipped in sticky wax on the "bottle mouth" of the "perfume bottle" solemnly after Nexus raised the flag, so that it could make up for the curvature caused by casting, so that the target, the wooden mark and the fire-thrower's sight were connected. The other two fire-throwers behind adjusted the angle of the long-mouthed perfume bottle on the pivot frame with the "ears" on both sides. One of them grabbed the iron ring on the side and lifted up an oblong iron pipe, and then filled it into the open wide belly of the "perfume bottle" very appropriately. The other one began to wedge the bronze "gun tail" with a wooden pole inserted into the tail of the perfume bottle to make it completely closed, and anchored the iron chain dragged on the gun tail to the pivot frame to fix it.

Then he held the fire-thrower with a long pole of flame and began to hang it horizontally on the side of the perfume bottle. There was also a gap there, which was just used for ignition triggering.

"Ready!" The three fire-throwers took their positions and shouted.

"Shoot." Nexus waved the flag.

"Bang", the muzzle of the perfume bottle immediately sprayed a large cloud of white smoke and sparks, and the body slid a little on the pivot very steadily, which means that under the casting and forging of excellent Syrian craftsmen, the bearing performance of this shooting device is very reliable.

In the loud noise, Agnes naturally would not be frightened like an ordinary girl. On the contrary, she saw calmly that in an instant, the Khitan snow in the iron pipe that cut into the belly of the perfume bottle exploded, hitting the inside... Not the previous fire arrow and cluster sword, but a black round projectile, which swept out like a meteor for a full five hundred feet, piercing a big hole in the neck of the "emperor" in the portrait, and sawdust and rags were scattered, flying everywhere.

"It's scary, it's scary..." Agnes rubbed her hands and couldn't help but talk. With such penetrating power, even if it hit a fully armored cavalryman, the opponent would be hit with a transparent blood hole.

But before she could finish sighing, there was another sound of shooting. In a short time, the fire throwers withdrew the iron barrels they had shot before, threw them on the soft ground with lingering burning smoke, and then picked up another one to fill their stomachs and fired bullets again, this time slightly offset. The earthen basket on the emperor's portrait was smashed and fell, and soon the third iron barrel and the fourth... Like lightning, they took turns to shoot.

After shooting the seventh shot, the perfume bottle was smoking and rested.

Agnes looked up and saw that the emperor's portrait had been shattered, and a small part of the target platform had been blown down. The stone wall behind it was also hit by the bouncing bullets, leaving scars. "It's too scary."

"Because the paper tube is used for quantitative charging, it can be quickly reloaded and fired after the cylinder cools down in half an hour. It is another round of seven cylinders, and the lead bullets are fired - but lead is a bit too expensive. I used it for your sake. If the consumption is too high during the war, I can only mobilize stonemasons and farmers to grind stone bullets." Gawain was proud. "This kind of Persian perfume bottle is most suitable for equipping chariots, city walls and chariots and ships. It can be used in field battles, city defense and naval battles. With your large Plani gun, it is both offensive and defensive and has no disadvantages."

"Don't flatter me!" Agnes said angrily, "All these things of yours are taken from me."

"No, you gave me the foundation of mechanical engineering, and these design concepts are my own, so this is innovation rather than following the old ways." Gawain imitated the gesture of the Penguin CEO and pointed his finger wisely at his temple.

Agnes was about to get angry, when suddenly a dazzling firework burst out from behind another earthen basket fortress with an incomparable loud noise, shaking the front of the fortress with smoke and dust. Agnes felt that the whole town and hills trembled. She was really frightened this time, covering her ears and screaming. Gawain supported her hunched shoulders from behind to prevent her from falling to the ground.

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When she came to her senses, the target platform where the emperor's portrait was originally located had been turned into powder, and even the stone wall of the town behind it was smashed into a deep pit. The power was comparable to her large Plani cannon. A black iron projectile with a faint fire was still spinning on the ground. (To be continued ~^~)