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A large team suddenly flashed out from the intersection and ran towards the east side wall under the guidance of lanterns.Some people ride horses and some walk, and there are two two-wheeled carriages sandwiched between them. The iron-clad wheels ran over the pebbles, and the axles made a toothy squeak.

Little Albert stood up subconsciously, and together with the full wall of civilians and soldiers, greeted the arrival of these uninvited guests.It didn't take long for the team to run into the bright area, and the leader was no one else but Gerrard.He was followed by two armed riders, and a few strangely dressed civilians were sitting in the car. Everyone was dressed in leather aprons, and their faces were covered in black and gray?

Many thoughts flew through little Albert's mind, and the answer was ready to come out.At this moment, a man suddenly stood up on the leading carriage. Although he was short, his figure and movements were very familiar."Dad!" The man first greeted Hubert Lumen on the side of the road, then turned to the wall and waved his hand enthusiastically:

"Brother! Are you still watching over? I'm here to see you!"

Jorge Lumont.An apprentice blacksmith in Nobleva village, he is also the second brother of Albert Lumont.With him, there is no doubt that the identities of the other civilians are all blacksmiths.[They are indeed stronger and their arms are thicker than normal waists.Little Albert reluctantly squeezed a smile on his face. While dealing with his brother, he thought quickly in his heart:

[But it would be too wasteful to let the blacksmith go up to the wall and kill people.They should be here to send the "backhand", a backhand made of steel that can turn the tide of battle in one go.I really want to see it soon, I really want to see it soon!

Lu Meng's boy, full of expectations for the goods under the thatch.According to legend, the ancient empire had countless invulnerable steel chariots and mechanical giants that could defeat a thousand knights; if Gerard Chevalier could dig up this kind of treasure, let alone clean up the Baron Bayonne and land. England-Germany-land is not a problem.[The car stopped.The blacksmiths landed.Okay, they began to pull nails and toss.Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up to reveal the secret weapon-what is this?

At the same time that the thatch flew into the shadows, little Albert's chin fell to the ground.Two four-wheeled carts did bring a lot of steel objects, but what are they all broken?[Damn it, damn it!

The first car is equipped with four iron pipes side by side, which are tightly tied together with two wooden bars; the second car is equipped with round iron balls and lead marbles with a darker color. There were a few pried open buckets, full of dirty gray paper bags.In this way, Gerrard’s long-standing "backhand" is actually just a kind of weird firecracker. The brothers of this thing are all over the wall, and there is really no rarity.

Little Albert was very disappointed.But Uncle Paul and more than half of the militias showed joy.The veteran immediately lit up five of his subordinates and ran under the wall with a smile to help carry it; seeing this scene, the village owner carried a bucket of gunpowder on both shoulders, happily greeted him, and did physical work with his subordinates.

Two groups of people gathered in groups, chatting and laughing on the wall ladder, lively, and in the blink of an eye, they transported the goods to the bottom of the observation tower.The militiamen did not waste time, and immediately started on-site assembly.The blacksmiths who came with him also stepped forward to help.Their work efficiency is stronger than that of the Baron’s family soldiers. They are not only smart, but they rarely stop when they work. It seems that they have repeated the process countless times and are already familiar with them.

Little Albert felt that the blacksmiths were very good, but he had no relevant knowledge at all and couldn't understand how to read them.In desperation, he had to pull Zorri aside and bite the bullet and ask his second brother for advice.

To put it aside, Jorge Lumont will definitely tease his younger brother, but he may be in a good mood tonight. He didn't make any jokes, so he rushed to the subject."To be honest, I'm actually dealing with this thing for the first time." The blacksmith apprentice looked at the busy masters and deliberately overturned the waste iron basket in his hands, smiling very proudly:

"However, the number of wrought iron passes is the same. Just find the location and hit it hard with a hammer. Don't even think I am going to hit the hand. Just now, in the square, I hit a hundred hammers."

"No matter how much you knock, don't you still fix the fire gun?" Little Albert curled his lips and habitually stabbed the second brother's arm:

"The things you pulled over are indeed thicker than muskets and longer than muskets, but what's so great about it? Are they all hollow iron pipes?"

"According to you, the cannon is thicker and longer, and the copper and iron pipe is the key point." Zoerri made a face and flicked his third brother's shoulder twice:

"Learn something. The thicker the tube, the harder it is to cook. Just take this cannon. Yes, just take this cannon. It's not so difficult to do. We have to burn the charcoal fire, and shoot one first. Stack the iron rings, and then hit them end to end with a hammer several thousand times before they can be forged and welded into a body tube. This is not the end. After the tube is quenched, the bore has to be slowly scraped with a steel drill. Don't try to make it slippery in less than a month."

"Bringing bragging!" Little Albert punched his second brother angrily, although he didn't hit it:

"Scraping for a month? Don't you dare to say that? Don't be stupid. Have you knocked it out for two hours?"

"Of course not. The problem is that we are not starting from scratch." Jorri looked back at the watchtower, his tone became serious:

"Brother, this cannon was picked up by the village owner before. The name is very popular, it seems to be called an organ cannon. When it came out of the warehouse, its wheels were all rotten, and the gun rack was too moldy, with all eight barrels. It's red rust. We grind and forge it in the square, and it was so easy to remove the rust stains and re-strike the deflated areas. Just that, half of the barrels failed the inspection and had to be thrown into the car for use."

"The remaining half, do you specify that it is not scrap?" Little Albert became tense, his eyes kept looking at the crowd:

"The owner of the village is too daring. A pile of rubbish, dare to drag it to the battlefield?"

"Master said so too. Not only my master, Kotweimel's master, but also masters from other villages, all said so." Jorge Lumon spread his hands and shook his head very exaggeratedly:

"But it doesn't make sense to say it. The owner only agreed to cut off half of the charge, and then changed the method of ignition from the original way of reaching out and pressing the fire rope, instead of putting a long medicine twist under the lookout. Be content, brother, the big bear decides, who can stop?"

"I don't like the nickname behind the village master." Little Albert frowned, and then got up.