Chapter 9: 9It’s too late
Chapter 9 9 It’s too late
"According to my speculation, if nothing unexpected happens, the war is likely to break out within half a year." Count Fischerot said to Tang Mo worriedly: "Unfortunately, Cyric may stand on Sussus this time. that side."
“Why?” Weiss frowned and interjected.
"If Susus occupies North Ridge, then the coal and iron here can be supplied to Cyric's factory at a cheap price." The Earl explained, then opened the door and walked into the temporary room with a few people. Renovated canteen.
Sure enough, a table of meals was prepared here. The not-so-exquisite tray contained game from Beiling, and rabbit and venison were placed in prominent positions.
"Come on, everyone, sit down." The count took off his cloak, folded it, and hung it casually on the back of his chair.
At this time, Tang Mo saw that on the other side of the long sword hanging on the earl's waist, there was also a beautifully shaped flintlock gun that had been carefully adjusted at first glance.
That is a style that everyone is familiar with, a Cyric flintlock gun that no matter how finely carved its appearance is, its essence cannot be concealed.
“I think if you came here with Wes, you must have heard about me.” Fischereau moved the knife and fork first, stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, and said while chewing.
"I heard that there are people here who need weapons, so I came here." Tang Mo didn't hesitate, picked up the tableware and said to the earl who didn't look like an earl in front of him: "Your reputation is spread far and wide, my lord. "
"Anyone can brag. I don't need you to do this. You know what I want, so I won't say much. I want to see the weapon test firing immediately. Can you arrange it?" Fisher came so quickly, He seemed to be even more anxious than Tang Mo who was selling things.
It is conceivable that the clouds of border war have become so dense that the count whose territory is on the border is so desperate to find a chance to win.
"Of course, the stuff is in the carriage!" Tang Mo didn't want to grieve his stomach. Since the other party was eager to see the goods, half of the matter was over.
He has confidence in his new needle gun, so he is sure that as long as people who really need weapons see this new firearm, they will make the most correct choice.
The Count is eager to see the new firearms, and Tang Mo is also eager to sell his products, so it is natural that this breakfast should be eaten quickly.
"Tiger, come here." As he passed the lawn, the earl waved to several officers in the distance, gesturing for them to come together to watch the test firing of new weapons: "I found a new weapons dealer. He said that his weapons can greatly enhance the combat effectiveness of the troops."
“Sir, we have seen at least three such liars.” An officer with a long sword and musket hanging on his waist came over with several officers, looking at Tang Mo with evil eyes.
Tang Mo ignored the look. He took the K1 rifle from Weiss's hand that was originally carefully prepared for Baron Stella.
He pulled the bolt of the gun with ease, then took the two bullets from Wes's hand and signaled to everyone.
Then he handed one of the bullets to the count, and then stuffed the other bullet into the chamber of the K1 rifle.
Following that, he turned the bolt, closed the bolt, and pulled the trigger toward the sky. A sharp gunshot echoed, and everyone smelled a faint smell of gunpowder.
The whole process probably only lasted a few seconds, so everyone, including the count, who was used to the reloading speed of the flintlock gun, looked at Tang Mo's next move in stunned silence.
Tang Mo pulled the bolt of the gun, and after cleaning the barrel with a simple method, he took the second paper-cased fixed-loading ammunition from Count Fischereau, who was still stunned, and stuffed it into himself. In the chamber of the gun, push the bolt again, rotate the bolt to close, and complete the loading.
He raised the rifle again, pointed it at the sky, and calmly pulled the trigger for the second time. The second gunshot followed, hitting the hearts of every officer present like a cannon.
Tang Mo had performed this operation in front of Baron Stella, but the shock to the Baron was obviously not as great as it was to these officers who actually led the troops to fight.
These officers in front of them, including Count Fischereau, are all going to lead troops to the battlefield at critical moments. The impact of the new weapons on them is simply indescribable.
"Do you need a few more shots?" Tang Mo had a faint smile on his face, and then handed the K1 gun to Count Fischereau, who had not yet recovered.
The other party subconsciously took the gun from Tang Mo's hand and stroked the metal pattern inlaid on the wood with his hand, which felt like stroking a lover.
Fishereau was cautious, as if he was afraid of damaging the artifact in front of him. After a few seconds, he raised his head and looked at Tang Mo: "Can I try?"
“No problem, but this gun must be sold at a brand new price.” Tang Mo smiled and agreed to the count’s request.
"Okay, okay." The count nodded gratefully to Tang Mo, and then he saw Tang Mo take a few rounds of paper-cased fixed ammunition from Weiss's hand.
While asking Tang Mo for advice, he imitated Tang Mo and simply cleaned the barrel of the gun, inserted a bullet, and simply closed the bolt. This process was really simple and convenient, so simple that it gave him an incredible feeling.
The flintlock gun equipped by the previous army made him feel very simple when handling these steps, but compared with the needle gun in front of him, it was really different.
This weapon in front of you can really change the rules of war! Its simple operability can be said to be subversive.
After pushing the bolt and closing the barrel of the gun, the count even felt timid. He was afraid that he would damage the treasure in front of him.
After he prepared everything, he picked up the long gun, pointed it at the sky in the distance, and then carefully pulled the trigger, he felt a huge impact from the **** of the gun on his shoulder.
“Bang!” The third gunshot echoed in everyone’s ears, including the officers who came to visit.
The officer named Tiger, who had been advising the Earl to be careful about liars just now, could only swallow his saliva at this time.
If the Earl hadn't been playing around with this new rifle, he would have wanted to grab it and take a closer look at this ultimate murder weapon with a rate of fire that is more than three times faster than a flintlock rifle.
Yes, he didn't know the name of this thing yet, so like Weiss, he also gave the unknown weapon in front of him a middle-class and domineering name: "Ultimate Rifle."
The count re-opened the gun bolt according to Tang Mo's words, and blew the ashes and residue in the gun barrel blankly, as carefully as he was shaking a child who had just turned one month old.
After repeatedly confirming that there were no large residues in the gun chamber, he took another bullet from Tang Mo and stuffed it into the gun chamber.
This time, his movements seemed much smoother, which reminded him of an exciting detail - the training cost of this weapon is much lower than that of a flintlock gun!
With this new rifle, even if he recruits some farmers and trains a little, he can almost reach the standard of a regular army.
The previous fear that farmers would go to the battlefield and increase casualties disappeared with the fourth shot of this rifle.
The Earl was in a good mood for a while. He watched Tang Mo speak, but he couldn't remember the name of this new weapon: "This..."
“K1, quick shot, Lord Count.” The considerate Tang Mo reminded.
“…K, K1 quick gun…how much does it cost?” The Earl was a little uncomfortable with Tang Mo’s naming method, because the Cyric flintlock gun was obviously named after the Cyric consortium.
“Five gold coins each, comes with a matching brush and ammunition bag!” Tang Mo introduced his weapon, familiar with it: “The bullets cost three silver coins each, and it can be even cheaper if purchased in large quantities.”
“How many of these K1 fast guns do you have?” The price is quite reasonable. After all, this is a better firearm than the Cyric flintlock, so it is easy to understand that it is slightly more expensive. So after hearing the price, the earl asked with an impatient expression on his face.
At this moment, he has made up his mind to buy 500 sticks even if he loses all his money! No, a thousand!
“10.” Unfortunately, Tang Mo gave an answer that disappointed him.
Tang Mo’s previous economic situation was very bad, so he couldn’t produce a large number of rifles at all costs. So he was just writing a blank check and could only get the order and go back to produce it as soon as possible. In fact, he even had to squeeze out the funds for production expansion from profits.
"Too few, I want at least 600... no, 700!" The earl was obviously stunned after hearing Tang Mo's answer. Then he shook his head and expressed his psychological expectations.
Hearing what he said, Tang Mo naturally wanted to meet his request. Although 700 rifles a year was a challenge, it was also an opportunity.
If Tang Mo can really complete such a production quantity, then his production capacity can eat up the entire kingdom's gun business.
At that time, he could compete with the Cyric Consortium in the Kingdom of Wright. It was also at that stage that he had the basic ability to protect himself in the true sense.
So Tang Mo said to the count: "Your Majesty, that will take a long time. After all, the largest gun production workshop in the kingdom can only produce 300 rifles a year."
"What we lack is time. If only I could have known you for a few years earlier." The earl's face was gloomy, and he seemed to be becoming more and more dissatisfied with the dangerous current situation of his territory.
(End of this chapter)