Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 55 Hunting for Disappointment

With the star sights on, Claude resumed shooting and life became regular. For example, riding horses in school two days a week, two days in the woods outside the town for shooting exercises, and two days at the Ericsson's pier to help build small fishing boats. Of course, he's just following along to do what he can. It's not his turn to do technical work...

On another Sunday, Bok Alu carried four men with them to hunt in the hills and mountains on the southern outskirts of town. The result was a thriving departure, a frustrated return, not to mention a bird's hair, and two big blisters on his feet after a long day of walking, when he returned home Claude was paralyzed in his own bed.

This is no longer a matter of imprecise marksmanship, but rather of not being able to catch any prey. The southern suburbs of the town are mostly township farms and woodlands, where orchards and vegetables are located, although there are a lot of dunes and mountain forests, there is no bigger prey at all, and some have been hunted for tooth festivals.

All that's left is Mole Mountain Rabbit Wild Chicken, these little animals, but these guys are hunted down every day by the guard dogs of the farm forest, orchard vegetable garden, each one becomes extraordinary, and a little bit of movement immediately escapes to escape. Several times the Claude Four discovered the targets, but the guns had not been erected and the targets had escaped without a trace...

Bok Al bites his teeth on the way back, and this time it's all his fault for nothing, because he picked the wrong place. This hill and mountain forest in the southern suburbs of town is not a good spot for hunting, he forgot about the people who come and go, and there can be no great prey. So next Sunday he is going to get out the carriage of the delivery from his shop and take everyone to the foot of the big mountain on the west side of town. The mountains are dense and the place will definitely find good prey...

Let's talk about next week. Claude picked out the two blisters on his feet, put some more trauma pills on Vericulo, felt a little cool on his feet, and the pain was relieved. Last week, because of the size of his feet, the original shoes were no longer suitable for him. Mother went to buy Claude a pair of large size leather boots, but Claude forgot that the new shoes would grind his feet. Wearing the new leather boots to climb over the hill, the two large blisters on his feet were also his own.

There was a pile of Manly Paper on the table, and that was Claude's work during that time. Every night at home, he paints what he remembers from his past life about the structure of firearms and the styling of early muskets on these manly pieces of paper so he won't forget them in the future. Unfortunately, it was not the science professions of mechanics and chemistry that penetrators had learned in their previous lives, but the computer and business management aspects, which did nothing to help the situation today.

If you knew you were going to cross, the crosser might try to learn and understand those military and mechanical forges of knowledge...

Claude sighed, helplessly lying on his back in bed. In previous life, he didn't even count as a pseudo army fan. The only gun he touched was the first time he had been trained by the military in college. He hit 10 bullets with an eighty-one format and scored 63 rings, ranking a spear in the class...

Later, three or four times, it was said that the boss had taken him to an underground range, a place of business run by a civil-military business cooperative company. But most of those times were also to socialize and negotiate business cooperation, who called the boss a gun fan, a shooting enthusiast, whether in the shooting range or in bed...

If only he had the gun knowledge of that Wu boss. Whatever the gun, he would have said the head was straight. He could even make a firecracker out of abandoned material pipes in the garage, paint gold painted as a good gift for the boss. It was very bright on the desk, and many unknown people thought it was a real original antique gun, making that Wu boss particularly proud...

If it was the Wu boss who crossed, he would definitely show off his hands in this different world... Claude thought so. Most of the shots he drew on his desk were also the impression that Wu boss gave him on his desk. The problem was that the shots didn't fire once. Although Wu boss also said that the gun was practical, no one really shot it with the gun when it was full...

To be honest, Claude also thought, if Boc Al sold his Sullivan gold coin, did he have the money to go to the hammer and find Mike's boss and build the accessories on these rifles one by one?

But a dilemma lay before Claude, and the law of the kingdom did not prohibit gun enthusiasts from modifying guns, except that their designs were reviewed and approved by the kingdom's firearms factory and could only be customized at the firearms factory. There's nothing wrong with building some gun accessories in a blacksmith's shop, but a blacksmith's shop can't build you a barrel.

The barrels of all firearms can only be produced in the Kingdom's gun factory, with their respective numbers and records in the factory. If it is found that there is no officially given number on the barrel, even if it is a national, it will certainly be punished. The crime of making firearms cannot be borne by anyone.

Claude also had a way of removing this Obash 2 type flare and converting this officially numbered barrel into a flare barrel. But the idea was soon dispelled by Claude. If you really want to experiment with a firearm, a barrel is obviously not enough, at least a few barrels to test.

Claude is not a skilled worker and has a confident technical reserve. He only tested based on the impressions he remembered in his mind that he had seen in previous life, not possible at first, but necessarily broken several barrels. And these broken barrels are also unlikely to be fireline barrels again, which means they can't be put back together...

Perhaps there will be conditions in the future… Claude doesn't want to break his only fireline gun and be scolded by his father. I barely got up and put the pile of Manly paper on the table in the drawer, and then I couldn't stop my body from wearing out, and I washed it and fell asleep.

The next day, I went to school and found Ericsson's eyebrows smiling as if I'd found a rear cord on the road. I didn't know until I asked him if he was really rich. Last night, his father, Captain O'Trooney, came back and saw the converting sea tumbler at the dock. I asked Uncle Pegg at the dock to know everything. Early in the morning, Ericsson was praised by his father for saving money and doing his job with the ability to think and promise Ericsson two gold kroners in one mouth to rebuild the boat.

In White Deer Town, a single sailboat like the old Sunny called Swordfish, buying a new one would cost eight to nine gold crowns, or more than forty silver tallers, at a hundred dollars a silver taller would be worth more than four thousand dollars. Now the average civilian earns between one and two silver tallers a month, so they want a new single sail boat that will take at least three or four years to buy.

Ericsson bought this broken sea tumbler from the adventure he had earned going to Baiyuzhou, removed the boat slab, and prepared to use his own broken wave clothing to transform them into a single sail boat. Although it was only five meters long, about two meters shorter than those single sail boats, it saved almost two thirds of the cost of building the boat. No wonder his father was so happy that he promised him two gold kroners in one bite.

Eriksson has planned for an Uncle Pegg at the guard dock to be the host of the labor cost of rebuilding the small fishing boat. Claude, Villicro and Boquer are naturally friendly helpers, working for nothing and not paying wages.

There was also a gold crown that was used to finance the purchase of these pieces of accessories as glue powder nails and to write off the accounts of the two partners, Verricolo and Boquer. There's still a few riazos left in Silver Tall, so you can have another good meal, just think of it as a wage.

According to Ericsson's calculations, his small fishing boat should have a month left to try sailing under the water. One of the biggest problems he is confused about right now is what kind of best and most powerful and cool boat he should name his small fishing boat...

Claude, Verricolo and Bok Al hurried a few steps and left Eriksson behind, slowly letting him wrangle the name of the ship. At this point, no matter what their name is, Ericsson will feel unsuitable for his beloved, one-of-a-kind little fishing boat in White Deer Town, or let him think for himself.

Claude's life is still the same, going to school, going to the docks after school to help Uncle Pegg either do his job or go to the woods outside town to practice shooting guns. Go home at night or think about the improvement plan for the gun. Try to recall the past life deep in your mind. If you feel useful, write it down on paper in Chinese. Believe that in this world, no one can understand what these blocks are written on paper...

The star sight customized at Big Hammer Blacksmith's is fine, and Boss Mike is still very skilled. Claude took a little time to install it on his fireline gun. However, Bok Al had little patience. After practicing a few shootings and basically mastering the 3: 00 first-line approach, he felt that he had a shooting talent. There was no need to practice shooting so hard, and handing over the fire rope gun to Verricolo was going to do his thing.

When Velikoro practiced shooting with this Obash 2 type fireline gun from Bok Al, he had to remove the star sight from the muzzle every time, targeting the shooting with the kind of error gap adjustment that he himself mastered.

Every time, Claude was impatient to teach him how to install a proof-reading star sight, and then Verricolo became the only guy among his partners who could install a proof-reading star sight without firing a three-point first-line sight...

Bok Al said he would do it, and he really got the carriage from his shop in town on Sunday. As a result, four partners drove in a wagon early in the morning with guns to the mountains west of the town.

To the west of White Deer Town is a mountain range, mountainous and dense, traditionally a hunting ground for White Deer Town hunters. The map calls this vast mountain range nearly a thousand miles in length the Lomichelin Mountains, and I don't know when it was named. But folklore has it that this mountain used to be the kingdom of an evil dragon, and Romichelin was the name of that evil dragon.

As for the story of the dragon, later named Romichelin, who was hunted by those wicked magicians, it can only be mentioned occasionally in folklore and is not recorded in any official history book biography or novel. Anyway, those wicked magicians and dragons kill each other. It's none of the business of mortals, it's best to be clean...

Bok Al lost count again, because of time, there was only one day off, minus the return journey and time, so the hunting activity of the group was half a day. Turning around at the foot of the mountain, the harvest is scarce. Not to mention the big prey, even the smaller prey is rarely seen. In the end, the only thing that can be reached is a pheasant who was struck with his wings by Vericulo...

Don't worry, when my boat is ready, we can take you to the reed bushes on the shores of Lake Beringa to play wild ducks. This is how Eriksson finally comforts Bok Al.