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The new Knightess of the Rushing River Knights Group – [Monthly Ticket additional release 4/10]_2 1174: 397.
The new Knightess of the Rushing River Knights Group – [Monthly Ticket additional release 4/10]_2 “According to Ellen, this production line can make 200 rifle parts and thousands of bullets a day,” but the finishing and assembly still take ti, and the promised hardwood from the Torrent Knights Group hasn’t arrived yet…
Damn!
This large-scale production is nowhere in sight.”
Loyal Brother, with a pained expression, took out his notebook and began sketching and writing.
He looked at his ambitious plan to create a semi-automatic in three months, thinking he had been such an “innocent little cutie” before, and with closed eyes, he crossed out that wild ambition.
He reviewed the current situation and set a new goal for himself—it would be quite an achievent to ensure bolt-action rifles and so lever-action shotguns were distributed to the Cadman People’s Army before the outbreak of the Black Disaster.
“But if there’s really a war, just having guns won’t cut it!”
Loyal Brother reminisced about the “small-scale wars” he had been part of in his youth.
Stroking his chin with his cool chanical hand, he thought,
“The command system and communication network are real big issues.
I heard Dwarf Loren was trying to build a command network throughout the entire military system using Calculating Pearls in combination with the users.
It sounds fantastical, yet such command systems rely heavily on stuff like Calculating Pearls.
They’re fine for gaming, but in a real war, they might be too delicate.
If they encounter complex Spiritual Energy environnts, they might fail or get disrupted by a wide-area Silence Skill from soone like Lady Cui Si, the Spiritual Overlord.
We need a communication weapon that ordinary soldiers can use, which is inexpensive and can be distributed on a large scale.
Radios?
Walkie-talkies?
Or perhaps a simple fire control system for the artillery?
Hmm…
This sounds pretty promising.”
Thinking this, Loyal Brother imdiately planned to go offline to search so blueprints for study, but he suddenly realized he didn’t need to do this himself.
His team now had a “professional.”
Speaking of which, ng HaHa had been in the ga for almost a week.
I heard that she’s been happily frolicking with the girls every day, not to ntion handing in reports—at this rate, she didn’t even have one.
You were supposed to blend in, not slack off!
Big sis, are you really here just to enjoy the ga?
No way!
It’s ti to find so real work for this physicist, or she’ll really turn into a lazy fish.
—
“Quick, quick, quick!
Load this hardwood onto the trucks and send it to the armory!
Our orders are already three days late; Loyal Brother is probably going to curse his mother.”
Not far from Transia First National Armory, at the Cadman River Gulf outpost camp that Tepar had co to “oversee work” from “Novice Village”, he had just dismounted when he saw Uncle Ferdin, anxious and in a hurry, directing a group of lumberjacks loading roughly processed black hardwood onto trucks.
It wasn’t just the workers laboring; other brothers from the Torrent Knights Group were helping out wherever they could.
Their chosen outpost location had an extensive area of hardwood suitable for making gunstocks and gun bodies, so the armory had signed a comrcial contract with the Knights Group.
Unfortunately, their first delivery had encountered problems.
“This doggone hardwood is especially tricky to process.
The local old thods take a month to finish, forcing to run to our woodshop to ‘learn the ropes.’ Almost got caught by the cops.
It’s such a headache!”
Seeing Tepar, the battalion commander, coming over, Battalion Commander Uncle Ferdin imdiately began to pour out his grievances.
The old secondary-schooler, with a look of lantation, said:
“I never imagined I’d be over forty and still taking notes like a student, learning from those old craftsn.
I spent over a thousand just on cigarettes, but it was worth it.”
He proudly pointed at the pile of already air-dried hardwood, saying,
“The experience they passed on really works.
This wood can now go straight to production, but I don’t know if Loyal Brother has craftsn specialized for this.
They say making gun bodies out of hardwood is really a skillful job.
Speaking of which, why are you here instead of staying in your village?”
“I have sothing to discuss with you and the other Leaders of Ten.”
Tepar said seriously,
“Mr.
Huo, the Village Head of Treasure Bay, approached a few hours ago.
He proposed a deal that will directly change the industrial layout of Novice Village and affect the future reputation of the Torrent Knights Group.
Moreover, it relates to the potential political turbulence we different world people might stir up in Transia.
From any angle, this is no small matter, so I can’t make the decision alone.”
“Is that so?”
Uncle Ferdin furrowed his brows.
Being seasoned and experienced, he knew Tepar’s concerns were not unfounded, and without saying much, he imdiately sent soone to gather the currently available Leaders of Ten to his tent for a eting.
But just as Uncle Ferdin and Tepar were preparing to discuss, a player who was acting as a sentinel at the camp entrance rushed over.
This player, with an ID nad “Blood-stained Santo Lance Marcus,” saluted the two commanders in a very formal manner, then excitedly said:
“There are visitors at the camp entrance requesting reception!
Two commanders, it’s a group of knights!
Real knights!
And leading them are two female knights—standard blonde Knightesses!
That armor, those warhorses, that heroic posture, those long legs…
Dog Planner really knows how to do it!”
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