Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

Derrick doesn't understand technology, he only looks at the results.

This gun can already be mass-produced, even if the cost is a little higher.

After trying it back and forth several times, he handed the long gun to the attendant beside him and waved: "Bring the gun I brought to Tru to see."

The attendant quickly handed over a musket with both hands. From a visual point of view, the length is one-third longer than the previous one.

There are also two ox horn medicine bags with the gun, one filled with gunpowder and the other filled with bullets.

There is even a small iron bar and some miscellaneous items along with it.

This time Derek did not operate it himself, he was afraid of exploding.

Compared with the meticulous work of his craftsmen, this gun was obtained through special channels.

The nobles don't care if one or two guns explode occasionally, anyway, it's just ordinary soldiers who die.

Derek signaled with his eyes, and little Tru took it immediately.

He didn't need anyone to teach him, he learned it by himself.

As the saying goes, he has seen a lot. He manages a large number of craftsmen and has enough creative ideas. What has he not seen?

He skillfully inserted the gunpowder bullet and ignited it.

Bang!

The sound was even louder, and even a large amount of black smoke came out, emitting a pungent smell.

"It's better than the first generation of experimental muskets we made."

Little Tru made a fair evaluation, but the airtightness, gunpowder quality and even the quality of steel were all average.

It can only be said that the craftsmen who made it tried their best. This is backward in all aspects.

Little Tru looked through it carefully again and suddenly asked, "From the south?"

The products of craftsmen from all over the country actually have some obvious characteristics. Outsiders can't tell them apart, but for him, an expert, they are very conspicuous.

He can even guess the origin of the steel by reaching out and touching the barrel.

"There is progress, Tru, you are more capable now." Derek looked at him with admiration. This is real skill. Don't try to see it without experience.

Little Tru smiled proudly. He could not defeat any knight in battle, but his craftsmanship was first-rate.

"They are indeed from the south. They got some good things, which is funny." Derek laughed when he thought about it.

He was not surprised that there were other civilizations in this world. The probability was actually not small.

Fortunately, he made preparations in advance, otherwise it would be troublesome.

I don’t know what their expressions will be when the southern nobles take out their secret weapons and he takes out more advanced ones.

However, the emergence of guns and cannons represents the initial formation of technical barriers.

This thing is not something that can be made by hand by just finding a craftsman.

It’s not that you have fine swords, and I have the power to resist with my broken things.

The era of large-scale queuing and shooting is coming, and many people will be eliminated.

There are pros and cons. Derek can only adapt to the times, not go against the trend.

There is no eternal dynasty, he is very open-minded.

"Take them all out for you to see. These guys in the South are very cunning and have kept a trick up their sleeves."

Derrick clapped his hands, and people brought up seven or eight different muskets one after another.

The most primitive gunpowder gun, paper shell fixed bullets, and even a breech-loading gun.

However, there are technical problems, and this breech-loading gun is not as easy to use as a muzzle-loading gun.

Little Tru was really shocked this time. These guns are actually similar in style, and obviously come from the same source, but how can there be so many different versions?

"The previous one was jointly made by the Southern Noble Alliance, and the latter ones were made privately by various nobles." Derek explained.

Intrigues always exist. On the surface, everyone seized muskets from the New World and jointly developed and manufactured them.

But in fact, everyone has a trick up their sleeves.

The southern nobles made a lot of money from Sir Cullen, the governor of the New World. The source of the seized muskets was responsible, and those white-skinned guys didn't know where to get the weapons from, and the variety was a headache.

He was not picky about the advanced and the backward.

Sir Karen had a headache, so he colluded with his assistant Adam and others to select the one with the largest number of units, and sold the others to different nobles.

They even selected some of the captured white-skinned men with skills and sold them privately.

The result was that the Old Continent entered an era of flourishing muskets in an instant.

Then... all the musket models fell into Derek's hands.

This was a secret that even Viscount Chavez, the collaborator, did not know.

It was also very simple to do this, just start with the craftsmen.

Excellent craftsmen were urgently needed at this time. Derek only needed to select some clean-handed people and train them into elite craftsmen, and it would be easy for them to get into the hands of nobles of all sizes.

When encountering such R\u0026D and manufacturing tasks, none of them could escape these elite craftsmen.

It was impossible to imprison such great craftsmen as easily as ordinary people. Derek had a hundred ways to get their secret weapons.

It must be said that dimensionality reduction strikes are cool.

Little Tru didn't know where these muskets came from. After testing them once, he silently felt sad for these fools.

Technology, steel, craftsmanship, all aspects of backwardness, reflected in the absolute gap in the performance of muskets.

It is conceivable what the result would be if they met on the battlefield.

Of course, he would not pity the other party. The stronger the Duke's future, the better. It would be best if he became king, so that his old ministers could rise with the tide.

He had a clear understanding of himself. With his own ability, he would probably be a blacksmith in the village for his whole life. That is, after following the Duke, he would be assisted by God.

There was no need to find a reason. It was clearly written in the Bible. This was a person who was close to saints and was favored by God.

As his thoughts wandered, Little Tru suddenly heard His Excellency the Duke say, "Make 10,000 muskets after returning. I need them within half a year."

"Yes," Little Tru agreed first, and then said, "It will take at least a year to make 10,000 muskets. We need to expand the scale."

"I will add more people for you. How is the improvement of the steam engine?"

"It's still not enough. The power is too low. I have arranged the best craftsmen to find ways to improve it."

"Okay, pay attention to safety. The machine is important, and your safety is also important."

Little Tru agreed with emotion. There are not many nobles who are as considerate of their subordinates as the Duke.

As for the muskets, the previous experimental models have actually been made. On the one hand, they are used by the new officers and the Duke's guards in the training company, and on the other hand, they are also used to train skilled workers and improve the manufacturing technology.

All the seemingly natural progress actually has countless people working day and night behind it.

That’s why Little Tru is confident that he can complete the task. Otherwise, if it were left to the southern nobles, they would have to rely on manual stacking to increase production, which would also lead to certain quality problems.