My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1082 - 366. At such a young age, you’ve already got yourself on the "Priority Monitoring" list; you guys really have a bleak future, huh_3

Chapter 1082: 366. At such a young age, you’ve already got yourself on the "Priority Monitoring" list; you guys really have a bleak future, huh_3

The Nightmare Bat Puppet cracked a smile and said,

"I found a guide online and made my own mold. After a few tries, I managed to make this. After all, 15th-century technology isn’t that complicated."

"Hmm, has it passed the strength test?"

Loyal Brother asked, and the Nightmare Bat Puppet shrugged, saying,

"Not yet, that’s why I’m asking you for some pointed bullets to test with."

"Hey, there are bubbles inside the cast gun barrels, be careful that it doesn’t explode on you."

The skinny and tall player named "Barrett" next to him cautioned,

"If possible, it’s still best to use cold forging. I asked the Cape Family’s gunsmiths, and they said similar rolling equipment exists in the arsenals of the Anjou Region, and in the Half-body Man’s factory, there are already drilling lathes and reaming tools from the 19th century."

"No matter how good that is, it still belongs to those Half-body Men, we don’t have it."

The Nightmare Bat Puppet said with a hint of dissatisfaction,

"I’m not ignorant of the problems with hot working, the precision and durability are not up to par, but what choice do we have right now?

Using primitive methods is still much better than importing gun barrels in bulk from the Cape Family and then assembling them right?

Besides, what we’re making now are bolt actions! Not semi-automatics, so the casting process is enough, and we can drill the rifling by hand.

It’s just a matter of more labor.

Let’s first get through this Black Disaster before we talk about industrial upgrades.

The order from Maxim’s People’s Army alone is for 1500 breech-loading guns in the first batch, and you need to get those done first."

"I’m just saying, I know the conditions are tough."

Barrett, touching his nose, replied,

"I acknowledge that bolt actions are reliable and easy to use, but if we want to establish a firepower advantage for Transylvania’s soldiers, semi-automatics need to be on the agenda.

Can’t we be a little more ambitious? Did we really come all this way just to make some bolt actions?

Isn’t that a bit embarrassing!"

"Enough arguing! What’s the fuss about? We’re a team, don’t you understand?"

Loyal Brother raised his hand to pacify his most capable and experienced assistants, "Right Hand" and "Left Hand," and while taking off his smoking pipe, he confided,

"Miss Pailian is about to represent Transylvania on a trip to the Half-body Man’s territory. We’ll make a report on the equipment we need and send it with her, to see if we can get some ’advanced gadgets’.

If that fails, we’ll at least get some machinery and start copying from scratch. Let’s push back the semi-auto stuff for now.

Both of you, go test the gun barrels. I need a rigorous report. You can collect the bullets. If possible, start ramping up the production of castings first.

I’ve already asked Mr. Portman to find suitable wood for the gunstocks. A woodworking shop will be set up next door in a few days."

"Right!"

The two Assistants did not make excuses but took the gun barrels that Nightmare Bat Puppet had made and went outside. Loyal Brother watched them leave, thinking to himself:

"You two knuckleheads are really something, hand-drilling gun barrels, really? I’m going to put your names on a watchlist pronto, just in case you get any itchy hands to do something you shouldn’t in real life.

Kid, don’t blame your old uncle.

This is for your own good!"

"Loyal Brother! You there? Come check out the cool thing I made!"

Loyal Brother was deep in thought when a joyous call summoned his attention and he turned to see a small player dressed as a medieval knight, complete with chainmail and a cloak made of cloth over his protective gear, carrying a box and approaching with a beaming smile.

The player’s cloak bore a crudely made red shield emblem with a clenched fist holding a longsword.

This was the emblem of the "Rushing River Knights Group"!

This group of RP Partiers had managed to leave a strong "Perception" with the local residents lately with their uniform and organized outfits.

But this player, called "The Legendary Hero," was an exception.

He played his role like a true Knight, but sometimes he chatted with other players using a normal person’s Posture and tone, which made him seem quite out of character.

Ever since the Torrent Knights began to extensively search the refugees in the Westerly Territory and Andma Hills, this "Heroic Sir" had been showing up at Loyal Brother’s place every so often.

"Look! The thing I promised I made it."

The Legendary Hero rushed to Loyal Brother, put the box on the table, opened it, and revealed several uniformly length gray cylindrical objects.

Loyal Brother’s eyes widened as he reached out tremblingly to touch them.

He exclaimed,

"Chao! Homemade detonators? Holy shit, you’re the wildest one here! What do you do in real life? How could you even make these by hand?"

"Ah well, just a bit of tinkering, it’s not a detonator. I don’t have any mercury fulminate on hand, not even nitroglycerin; it’s actually just black gunpowder with a bit of my ’secret recipe.’ The explosive power hasn’t increased much, but it’s safer and more convenient to carry and transport. I thought it might come in handy for everyone later."

The Legendary Hero explained, feigning modesty, and waved his hand as he spoke,

"As for myself, oh, I’m just an ordinary safety officer."

"What kind of safety officer knows how to do this! Come clean now!"

"Uh, well, I really am a mining safety officer, sometimes called a blaster. Hey, don’t be scared, I’m certified.

And I studied it formally, so I don’t mess around.

First, let’s see how my homemade detonators turned out. Sigh, we don’t have many materials here, so it’s just something I threw together."

"You stay here. I’ll arrange for someone to test it. If it gets approved, I’ll apply for a stipend for you,"

Loyal Brother said to the Heroic Sir with an air of trepidation. The latter chatted for a few more moments before turning to leave, mounting his warhorse by the door, and going off in a cloud of dust to rejoin his companions in their search for refugees.

In the factory, Loyal Brother watched the box of detonators with caution, murmuring,

"You’re also going on the watchlist, mate! Chao, what kind of wild cards has Alpha Company brought in here? This is too risky."