High Above

Chapter 631 Our family has fallen... (6200, second update)

——Our family is in decline.

Several generations have passed, and no one remembers the family's past glory.

The heart of the empire, within the high walls of the imperial capital, once had our name and old house. That ancient and stately mansion stands in the heart of the imperial capital. Many scholars and knights were born from it. The greatest explorers and greatest adventurers have settled here. No one can match our knowledge in labyrinth exploration.

But our generation was born on the farthest frontier of the empire.

We live with the sea, dense forests and indigenous people, and live under the threat of death and storms all day long.

Ignorance, ignorance.

All glory lost.

Including you and me, the parents of many people have spent their entire lives on this land. Unlike their ancestors, they have witnessed the most glorious moments and the final decline of the family, and can only wait for the passage of time in a daze.

They rot in silence and wither in silence.

But we are different.

Young tribesmen, I have been to the Imperial Capital. I just returned from the Imperial Capital. This armor and strength are part of the inheritance I got back from there. They are a corner of our family's glorious history.

Yes. In the imperial capital, the remains of our family have disappeared, as if they had never existed.

But it doesn't matter.

Because we are different from our ancestors who lost their glory, and we are different from our fathers who spent their lives in ignorance...

We are the young generation, the generation destined to rise!

We will restore our family's honor—

"Starting from this moment."

On the outskirts of Nauman City, standing on his armored cockpit, the young white citizen raised his right arm and raised his fist to the team members who were gazing at him.

The voice of his declaration was like a rushing river. Although it was not high-pitched, it overwhelmed all the noise.

All the soldiers of the White People stood upright, their armors were bright, and the spears in their hands or the swords worn on their waists were all of the latest styles.

These young people held their heads high, accepting the review of the younger, yet more accomplished, future head of the family.

"But now, there is a trouble that must be overcome before us."

His blue eyes swept across the faces that were looking up at him one after another, with expressions that could not suppress their excitement. Ian's voice was calm, but his tone was inexplicably inciting: "The beginning of the future rise of the family is located in the Agate Stone Plain. On the west side, the plantation south of the mouth of Lone Flame Peak. Most of you have heard of it, and that is our future foundation."

"A group of mountaineer thugs have occupied the place. They greedily plunder the wealth that originally belonged to us - according to the spies' reports, they are continuously transporting away the alchemy materials stored by the baron, brutally destroying our towers and plantations and destroying them. Take away.”

"Is this tolerated? Let a group of thieves who only know how to steal run so rampant?"

Ian spread his arms to everyone: "We have defeated big storms and defeated behemoths five stories high. We have contained the fierce attack of the indigenous people and completely defeated them - a mere group of weak mountain people, a hundred How dare a coward who has not fought in a war for fifty years do such a thing to us?"

For some reason, the soldiers were in a daze at this moment, and various memories emerged in their memories: the two big storms in their childhood and adolescence, the giant crocodile dragon head that broke into the city wall, and the ghostly figure that passed through the city. .

But all these shadows were destroyed and stopped.

Defeated at the hands of a young but majestic young man in front of him!

Yes, they are the people who have experienced hundreds of battles. They have to risk their lives every time they travel. They have fought bloody battles with the indigenous people day and night - why should they be afraid of those mountain people who have not fought in more than a hundred years? ? !

Watching this scene, the corners of Ian's mouth curled up in a subtle arc. What was reflected in the blue eyes of his eyes was a clear deep green, which was the highest expression of goodwill or loyalty. .

Although it is only a temporary craze, it does not matter.

Taking advantage of this momentum, Ian made a gesture of lowering his sword: "I am Ian - I will lead you to eliminate them. Just like eliminating pests in your home."

"This is the first step to regaining glory."

"Destroy them!"

"Ian! Ian! Ian!"

The soldiers roared deafeningly. They didn't know why, but they were extremely emotional. It was obvious that Ian's speech was just passable and his ability to inspire was only acceptable, but for an unusual reason, all of these White People's eyes were filled with tears. With hot tears, he even raised his weapon and called the boy's name.

Standing on the side of Ian's armor, Scott stared at this scene with a confused face, almost shocked. He couldn't understand why such a strange phenomenon happened.

When Ian drove the armored reception team and led the team to the outskirts of the city, Scott originally thought that the other party would give a lecture and then find a camp to wait for the large force led by Qingchao to converge.

However, the young man just said a few simple words, and then the young White People's soldiers were excited. They shouted at the top of their lungs to destroy those hateful mountain bandits, and they wanted to rush to Leian's territory immediately. Destroy them all!

——Is it psychic? Is this close to brainwashing? !

Or is this the family spirit of the White people? Do they want revival that badly? !

Scott watched in horror as a fanatical soldier waved the weapon in his hand as if waving a branch - this was definitely not normal, it was an iron-wood spear, not much worse than a full-metal one.

It's just a stabbing attack. If you weren't a sublimator, how could you swing it so smartly and quickly?

"Rest now. Next, I'm going to take you to get the equipment. Look at the scrap metal you have on you. It's not these things you need to regain your foundation."

After Ian finished his training, he asked all the soldiers to stand by. Then he turned his head and motioned for Scott to follow him and walked towards the armor.

The teenager entered the cab and Scott stood behind. The space is pretty good, and the armored cab can usually accommodate one or two people by default.

The Iron People watched Ian connect various Xinbone data lines for him. He opened his mouth several times to speak, but because he did not get permission, he did not speak out.

"If you have any questions, just ask."

When facing familiar people, Ian doesn't need to pretend. He is in a good mood now: "I can see that your face is full of doubts. If you don't ask, you will suffocate to death."

"OK!"

Scott's eyes lit up, and after receiving permission, he could finally speak: "Ian, why did those team members..."

"Frenzy Potion. Five percent concentration. There is also a little hallucination potion, which makes it easier for them to immerse themselves in my description and think that I am simply a god descending to earth to lead them to glory."

Ian spoke before Scott could speak: "In academic terms, the former can stimulate the secretion of adrenal hormones and testosterone, and by the way strengthen muscles, while the latter can interfere with cognitive nerves."

"Even if you are a sublimator, overdosing may cause physical damage, but this concentration is just right. It is the safe value for ordinary people after my calculations."

As he said this, Ian's eyes lit up with silver light, and his calmness was frightening: "I used the Cyclops's vent to spread the potion among the team. Not to mention that this group was originally thinking about making achievements and was single-minded. Young people who want to do great things under me, even 80-year-old men, will have their ambitions rekindled."

"Ju, unexpectedly..."

Ian's words made Scott's eyes widen. He could not imagine that the truth could be so simple, science and alchemy - he was standing side by side with the Cyclops, so he happened to be unaffected!

Glancing at Scott, Ian smiled softly: "Would you like some too?"

"I still have a little diluent left here, which is my specialized polarized version. After drinking it, you will be full of courage for at least a day."

"...No, no need." Scott took a deep breath and refused: "This kind of fanaticism is a bit... scary. And it makes it difficult to think rationally..."

"That's good."

Ian's expression turned serious: "Pure courage without wisdom is the same as recklessness. Scott, you are the commander, and your team members all admire you. Viscount Grant thinks you have the ability to command a large team (4~ 500 people), and I think you can do better, so I ask you to learn more.”

"Everyone else can go into a frenzy, but you can't."

Scott was silent for a while, and then said firmly: "I understand."

Ian turned around and started to activate the armor: "I asked you to come from the viscount, which is equivalent to interrupting your career. You were originally going to be promoted to squadron leader this year, didn't your parents say anything?"

"Although my parents are a little dissatisfied, they are not stupid."

Scott felt the bumps of the armor starting up, and he said seriously: "The reason why I became the squad leader and was valued by the Viscount is because of you, Ian. There is no place for me in Harrison Port, and I have to follow you from the beginning. You do things.”

At this point, Scott frowned: "But Ian, even if we have armor, we can't use an unsatisfied team to attack the mountain thugs in Ryan Territory."

"I heard from members of the fleeing caravan that there are several different teams over there, each with more than a hundred people, and the leaders are all ascendants... Even if you are strong, Ian, you must be careful. ambush."

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid. How can I use these thirty people to attack the Ryan Territory? They are all elites prepared by Elder Pude for me, and they are the seeds of future officers."

Controlling the armor, Ian led Scott towards the workshop area in the city: "So I prepared the equipment."

"A piece of equipment that will definitely surprise those mountain folk who follow the 'old traditions'."

At Ian's call, the White People's team moved forward with the armor.

On the streets of Nauman City shrouded in morning fog, this team ran over the solid bluestone ground of the capital. When the sun's brilliance changed from orange-red to pure gold, they arrived at the workshop area.

There is no fog around the alchemy tower that can trigger thunder for its own use. A circle of light arcs expels all humid air, ensuring the dryness and humidity of the air within a certain range and repelling dust.

A serious and old-fashioned old alchemist was greeting the team led by Ian in front of the tower. He looked with some surprise at the group of radiant and energetic soldiers who followed the armor. He did not expect this group of Harrison soldiers at all. Hong Kong's family private soldiers actually have such high morale.

They were burning like a ball of fire. They walked with strong steps and stood upright. Especially in their eyes, they were full of passionate fighting spirit that couldn't wait to rush to the battlefield and kill the enemy.

Only in this aspect, it is comparable to the most regular knights.

Because of the astonishing enthusiasm of these soldiers of the White People, the old alchemist's eyes were attracted for several seconds before he shifted to the black armor that should have been the focus - even though he had seen it during the reception this morning, he still couldn't help but I admire the exquisite design of the Cyclops, especially the evenly distributed exhaust holes and pumice power pack. It is no wonder that this heavy giant can float in the air with what can only be described as an ordinary alchemy furnace.

And after knowing that this armor was completely designed by its driver, the young genius of the White People, the old alchemist could only lament the talent gap in his heart.

"Mr. Mira, I have already paid the deposit, and the raw materials will be paid for by the Governor's Palace."

Ian left the cockpit and asked the person in charge of the alchemy workshop from afar: "How many of the templates I sent yesterday have been produced now?"

The old alchemist named Mira bowed slightly: "Sir, seven. The structure of the alchemical firearms you sent is very complicated. It will take some time for our craftsmen to get familiar with it, but we can complete fifty of them around noon."

"very good."

Ian said: "Send seven out first for testing."

Mira nodded: "As you wish."

Soon, seven rather strange-looking alchemical firearms, more like some kind of giant iron box than firearms, were delivered to the team.

"The element crystal has been filled according to your needs. The charging rifle... is indeed a good name."

Mira raised her brows. He looked at these alchemical firearms with admiration and emotion: "Actually, we have already tested it once... It is extremely powerful, and its accuracy and penetration are also top-notch, except for the small amount of ammunition. Apart from the fact that it requires the consumption of element crystals and alchemy potions, there are basically no shortcomings.”

"It is said that the main gun of the Cyclops is based on the same principle as it? I am looking forward to its future performance."

"To be precise, it is the principle of part of the Cyclops's main gun. They are degraded versions, but they are sufficient."

Ian smiled and said: "You will hear its name in the future."

He turned his head and said to Scott, who had a serious face but was completely confused inside: "Pick six young guys you think are reliable, and let's go to the testing area to test."

"As you command!"

Scott immediately turned around and selected a few people with shooting experience.

A few minutes later, at the testing site in the backyard of the Alchemy Tower, Scott led the team and six lucky people who were excitedly selected stood in front of the target to familiarize themselves with the operation of the rechargeable rifle.

Scott, who was about to pass the exam for a mechanical engineering certificate, looked at the weapon in his hand.

This is a rectangular heavy metal firearm. Its front end has a charging and supercharging section that most alchemy firearms have. It is usually used to fill electric heating dust such as pancrystalline sand to push a heavy high pressure gun several times the speed of sound. Explode warheads to penetrate the defense of Warcraft or the defensive walls of some small fortifications.

But charging is different. Its front end is a convergence port, and a circle of focusing chips surrounds a core prism. They will focus the light and heat emitted after the medicine is charged and supercharged here.

Behind the closing port is a heavy magazine. The magazine is made of high-tensile steel and can hold a total of four charging bottles filled with scorching agents.

Further back is the power group, which is powered by small element crystals and is a real alchemical weapon.

"With such a handful, even the cost price would start at twenty or thirty thalers, right?"

Scott was thinking in his mind, but he didn't know that Ian didn't even have to pay for the raw materials. The Governor's Palace paid for it, and Nauman Alchemy Workshop heard that the order was from the Governor's Palace and was sent directly by Colonel Mayowa. Only the most basic labor fee.

But even so, the five hundred thalers given by the Marquis of Barton cost three hundred and fifty. The remaining one hundred and fifty Ian entrusted the pharmacy workshop next door to make the medicine needed for the ammunition, although there was still a bit of a gap. , but he can make up for it himself.

Although he was thinking about many things, Scott, as the captain, still smoothly raised the charged rifle, took aim, and pulled the trigger.

With a slight "sizzling" sound, a dazzling beam of light burst out from the focusing crystal and hit the target two hundred meters away. Then with a "collapse", the target that had already melted suddenly appeared. There was an explosion, and the entire upper body was blown away.

"oh?!"

The other soldiers of the White People who were watching this scene immediately opened their eyes wide. Although they had seen alchemy artillery and alchemy firearms before, and had even used them in practice, such equipment required special training to shoot accurately.

But if it is a beam of light...

Immediately, the six lucky ones followed Scott and fired - the scorching beam hit the head of the humanoid target equally accurately, hitting the center of the forehead perfectly.

"so amazing!"

The White Soldier opened his eyes wide after shooting. He exclaimed: "There is no need to predict the wind speed, no need to estimate the distance of the warhead's fall, and no need to even worry about the enemy's moving speed... This is simply to hit wherever you want!"

"And it's so powerful, it's much easier to use than alchemy guns!"

Others also hurriedly performed shooting tests. These people with shooting experience exclaimed how easy it was to use the rechargeable rifle. The only pity was that the shooting frequency was too low and there was very little ammunition.

nonsense. Ian watched this scene from the side and couldn't help complaining in his heart: "If this thing is made seriously, the cost price would be twenty-seven thalers. Including ammunition and chemicals, one shot would cost six thalers (0.5 thalers). , where are the warheads you shot, it’s money!”

If it weren't for Ian's unique 'reuse' alchemy skills, the same materials could be used to refine a few more bottles. With just thirty rechargeable rifles, a few more rounds could kill him bankrupt.

Mikael's suggestion is right. It is better to popularize low-end potions than to develop better ones, but when developing your own territory, it is really important to spend less money.

In fact, in addition to burning money, rechargeable rifles have many shortcomings.

For example, in Nanling, during the morning fog, the power of the beam dropped a lot. It even attenuated to the point where it could barely penetrate the target two hundred meters away. For example, the beam that hit the target for the second time did not explode. It just burned through the target's head, but the quality of the medicine was still not stable enough.

However, these issues only need to be considered for large-scale installation. And as long as you choose the right weather, it’s not a big problem.

Now, this technology is enough for Ian to arm his thirty ordinary infantrymen into thirty marksmen who are always accurate!

The soldiers of the White People became even more excited after knowing that they would also have a rechargeable rifle of their own. They surrounded the six lucky people who were lucky enough to be able to shoot with rechargeable rifles in the first round, asking about their feelings and thoughts about shooting. Feel.

Ian and Scott stood aside, discussing the next tactics.

"Divide into three groups and line up to shoot alternately. In this way, a total of twelve rounds of volleys can be fired. No matter how crazy the group of rebel mountain people are, they should run away after twelve rounds of concentrated fire from the charged rifle."

Ian directly mentioned the classic tactic of queuing to kill, and Scott thought for a while, shook his head and said: "This is a frontal battle. Sir, our raid on Leian Territory must be looking for opportunities to kill the enemy's heads and create chaos... …Then the armor comes in and makes the final decision.”

"In this case, it is better for me to lead the team and divide it into five to ten tactical groups according to the situation. A team of six or three people can attack alternately at multiple points. This can not only mislead the enemy about our number, but also expand the strike area, and also It can maintain the continuity of firepower, and even if a few are shot down, it will not lose too much combat effectiveness."

"I'll listen to you on this. And if you can do it without killing someone, you won't die. The lives of these young men are very valuable, and life is the most important thing." Ian didn't say much. It was indeed impossible for him to engage in a head-on battle with the enemy and command thirty soldiers to cross paths. Front advance - unless aided by AI.

But if there is, why not let artificial intelligence assist professionals to direct it?

What follows is waiting. Enthusiastic soldiers regrouped, but the alchemy workshop was still running.

Time is running out. In order to take down the mountain thugs as quickly as possible and prevent them from causing greater damage to his territory, Ian needed to strengthen the firepower of his troops as soon as possible.

Thirty charged rifles are enough to constitute a firepower beyond the imagination of this group of Nanling mountain people. This is enough armament to crush any conspiracy.

If Feiyandi wanted to fight him, he would have to bring the regular army over.

"But it's still not enough."

Thinking of this, there are still many things in Ian's mind that can be made. Inspirations that are a mixture of Earth technology and Terran technology are constantly growing in his brain, but that requires a long production process and a stable base.

As long as he takes back the Ryan Territory and resumes the production of the Rhian Territory alchemy workshop, he can turn what he thinks and learns into reality.

Ian even wanted to praise the second prince. The territory he entrusted to him was the Ryan Territory, not some other damn place - it has an alchemy workshop, a source of raw materials, a considerable number of skilled workers, and it is located in a strategic location. It's remote, there's no big shot, you can do whatever you want.

With the support of his plan and the 15,000 thaler research funding provided by the Firestone Group (this is the most important thing), he will establish a comprehensive production base as quickly as possible, integrating the order and order he has built in his mind. Social forms become reality one by one.

Then……

“This is the time when the technological generation gap is crushing.”

In the afternoon of October 23rd, Terra 773, Ian drove the armor and led the troops with updated weapons to transfer to the horses provided by Nauman City, and rushed to the Ryan Territory as quickly as possible.

At the same time, deep in the Baisen Mountains.

Feiyandi Nanling Special Warfare Headquarters.

One of the psykers frowned.

"What's going on?" He murmured to himself: "Where did my colleagues come from to eliminate all the lurkers and my secret agents?"

"When did Nanling gain such a master?"