Chapter 1846: Chapter 616: Brothers Are Heart to Heart, You Play Mind Gas with Them?
This piece is a famous gun that has stood the test of ti!
Classic design, tough and durable, easy to operate, and it can even be fitted with a bayonet for a thrilling close combat charge at critical monts.
Most importantly, it is easy to manufacture, perfectly eting Transylvania’s current needs.
Hardwood produced near Torrent Castle can be used as the gunstock, and Loyal Brother’s arsenal has already signed a contract with Torrent Castle. Tepar is continuously training carpenters to help solve the material issue and also provide jobs for his subjects to make ends et. If there weren’t a severe shortage of various machines now, the Rushing River Knights Group would have planned to build a lumber mill.
Today’s handover of goods is being overseen by the deputy director of the arsenal, “Nightmare Bat Puppet.”
This player with a complex and mouthful na has a very old history. He is an old player who joined the ga in the sa batch as Loyal Brother, but he isn’t interested in fighting. In reality, he is a high-end machine operator and a tech geek who enjoys creating things, so in Transylvania, he is completely letting himself go.
It’s no exaggeration to say that this arsenal was painstakingly built by him and Loyal Brother. Like all administrative and manufacturing players, he harbors deep feelings for his career.
As today’s transportation work unfolds in an orderly manner, Nightmare Bat Puppet, hands behind his back, walks over in the cold wind wearing a military coat and casually grabs a crowbar, causing several local foren nearby to cringe slightly.
Of course, it was not for fear of this old fellow using the crowbar to smash them.
The main reason is that the deputy director is very strict about product quality, and it is evident that he intends to conduct a random inspection on this batch of weapons about to be shipped out. If he catches even a slight flaw, the responsible section’s full attendance bonus for the month will be deducted.
Several foren silently prayed to Sir Murphy for protection, while Nightmare Bat Puppet ignored them, using the crowbar to pry open a crate. He took out a new gun emitting an oily scent from the crate filled with wood chips, pulled the bolt with a click, checked it in front of him, touched several key positions, then finally picked up the matching bayonet, inserted it onto the bayonet mount, and made a few fierce thrusts in place.
No problem!
This piece is a brand-new killing blade, the “big baby” all n love.
Nightmare Bat Puppet was also very satisfied. It seems that months of rigorous quality control finally got the workers under his command to shake off various bad habits, bringing a bit of the rigorousness and responsible quality a working class should have.
He grabbed a five-round clip, loaded it into the gun, and after walking a few steps, rapidly fired five shots into the Andma hill wasteland ahead. No jams, no dud rounds, and the accuracy was pretty good, perfect test results.
The deputy director was finally satisfied.
He put the gun back in the crate, picked up a hamr to nail it back shut, watched as the crate was loaded onto the carriage, then rubbed his hands and returned to the arsenal’s workshop.
Transylvania’s second snow was already half a month ago. According to the locals, winter wouldn’t end until at least two more snowfalls, but this horrendous weather has really been tough for a southerner like him. Fortunately, “Lady Shui’s” tailoring shop quickly made copies of the military coat, otherwise, he might have frozen to death in this otherworld.
The workshop was warm, not only because the just-completed small blast furnace in the slting shop emitted heat, but also due to the steam piping flowing throughout the workshop fighting against the low temperature.
The workers were busy, occasionally hearing the foreman’s shouts and the sharp whistle, while the unique sound of gears clashing from the engineering student production line, modified under Old Flywheel’s guidance, added an industrial touch to the place.
Of course, every ti he saw those oddly-designed production lines set in motion by a large boiler, Nightmare Bat Puppet would feel a bit of strangeness in his heart.
These things remind him that he is no longer in the original world.
This is a ga…
Even though this ga seems overly real in every aspect, like a beautiful dream, often blurring the lines between reality and illusion, he has spent too much ti in the ga recently, causing his “yellow-faced woman” at ho to argue over it several tis, making Brother Nightmare Bat Puppet feel a bit overwheld.
Like a man who works hard to earn money, why is even playing a ga so targeted!
Speaking of which, it seems it’s been a long ti since he last made sothing in his ho’s basent. The expensive machines bought are collecting dust. Perhaps, he should find an opportunity to deal with those things?
After all, with a big arsenal here where he can freely unleash an engineer’s creativity and inspiration, making guns is a minor affair. The “Old Man’s Wonderful Workshop” in the basent clearly can no longer satisfy him.
“Old Bat, co over here! We’re just waiting for you.”
Nightmare Bat Puppet’s mind drifted, pondering whether or not to “trick” his yellow-faced woman into the ga to live a couple’s world, when a voice called from ahead.
He looked up and found the Chief Believer of Multi-Turret energetically shouting to him.
This chubby young man is a fellow enthusiast who entered the ga earlier; this kid is much more fierce than him, reportedly even got called in for tea after making a cannon by playing with mud molding in his own yard.
Tsk tsk, youngsters these days are amazing.
“Loyal Brother is already discussing the next ‘weapon upgrade’ plan. Have you chosen the template yet?”
Multi-Turret gets along well with Nightmare Bat Puppet, viewing Old Bat as a trustworthy elder brother, and now shares so anticipation as he whispers:
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