When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#223 - Cannidi II Spring Rifle! More accurate! More powerful!

In the industrial park, the armory was the most mysterious place. Not only did they have their own workshops, but they also had a special shooting range in the surrounding wilderness.

At this moment, in the mud where weeds reached his ankles, a holy gunner was holding a new-style spring-powered rifle, praying with rapt attention.

In his prayer, he beseeched the holy spirit within the gun to heed his call, to unleash a powerful holy wind, and to prevent any misfires or explosions.

"Is the prayer over?"

"It's over," the gunner responded softly, gripping the barrel after finishing the last line of his prayer.

As an old gunner who had experienced the hardships of the Long March and the bloody battle of Jeanne d'Arc Fortress, it only took him a few minutes to understand how to use the new spring-powered rifle.

Unlike the old spring-powered rifles, the new model had a reduced caliber of 3 millimeters, making it lighter to hold.

He first used a ramrod to push the firing pin back into place, and then inserted a round lead bullet into the muzzle.

"Ready!"

Hearing the officer's command, the gunner remained calm and composed, turning the winding key on the spring box about ten times. Then, he reached out and pulled the bolt on the spring box.

With a "click," the trigger of the spring-powered rifle popped up like it had taken a blue pill, standing firm and erect.

"Aim!"

Using a stand to support the spring-powered rifle, he placed the butt against his shoulder, the cold iron barrel against the gunner's cheek.

His ear, pressed tightly against the barrel, could hear the sound of the ratchet slowly retracting.

Inserting his finger in front of the trigger, the gunner resisted the feeling of dizziness, closed his left eye, and aligned the sight at the muzzle with the mannequin wearing knight's armor fifty meters away.

His heartbeat seemed to synchronize with the gears, each second stretching out infinitely.

Then, the moment finally arrived.

"Holy Wind!"

A piercing screech suddenly erupted, and the roar of the spring-powered rifle tore through the sky like thunder, deafeningly loud.

The winding key spun rapidly like a windmill, leaving afterimages, and the pungent smell of heated metal instantly filled his nostrils.

"Bang!"

The knight mannequin in the distance suddenly leaned backward, but quickly stood up again, swaying back and forth repeatedly.

The jarring sound of metal shattering and wood chips scattering filled the cold air.

Patrick waved his hand, and two soldiers carried the knight target with difficulty towards Horn.

After the target was brought over, Haimoting stepped forward. Today, she wore thick leather gloves, revealing her strong arm muscles.

Picking up a spring-powered rifle, she introduced it to Horn: "Cannedy Type II rifle, 17mm caliber, 1.5 meters long, lead bullet weight 30 to 50 grams, total weight 18 to 22 pounds.

It can be operated by a single person with the use of a stand. Experienced users can maintain a firing rate of within 30 seconds, two shots per minute.

Based on the Cannedy Type I, I have modified it with an S-shaped spring to ensure consistent power output throughout the entire process.

This prevents the firing pin and gears from being damaged in the first half, and the bullet's launch speed from inverting in the second half, reducing wear on the firing pin and gears.

In addition, a ratchet has been added to the spring box. After winding the spring, push the bolt to depress the ratchet, the trigger pops up, aim and pull the trigger.

However, the ratchet can only prevent the spring from rotating for about 1 minute. If it is not fired within one minute after winding the spring, the ratchet has a high probability of springing back."

Horn stepped forward, stroking the small hole on the plate armor, about the thickness of a finger. He forcefully inserted his finger into it, and it went in about two finger joints before bottoming out.

This means that the effective kill range is 100 yards, and it can penetrate armor at a distance of 50 yards, with a penetration depth of 3 to 4 centimeters.

Coupled with Sisi's Skunk Brand Anxiolytic Snuff Salts, a seasoned holy gunner can use meditation techniques during firing and reloading intervals, and will only exhaust his mana after firing four times in a battle.

It's just a pity that after reducing the caliber and using a buttstock, the barrel had to be lengthened, from the original 1.4 meters to 1.5 meters.

This means that to use the spring-powered rifle normally, one must be at least 1.6 meters tall.

Because when using it, one hand needs to hold the stand to support the barrel.

Friends who often use spring-powered rifles know that, remember the lever principle given by Horn, the closer the fulcrum, the smaller the lever arm.

If you are short and your arms are not long enough, the heavy muzzle in front will tilt downward, even causing the entire rifle to lose balance and fall or fire inaccurately.

But this thing is powerful enough. At a distance of 50 meters, according to the heavy armored knight's charge speed of 7 meters per second, the spring-powered rifle can fire two rounds.

Because Horn estimates that it will take about 5 to 6 seconds from firing to the rear row stepping forward, then the first shot will be fired after the cavalry enters the 50-meter range, and the second shot will be fired at the 15-meter range.

Carefully stroking the barrel, Horn could almost see the scene of thousands of guns firing simultaneously, with thousands of lead bullets piercing the knight's body, falling like dominoes.

"Good, you did very well," Horn immediately announced, "Hey you, take note, draft a decree to grant Haimoting the title of Monk of the Royal Engineering Monastery of the Papal States, in addition to the basic salary, a monthly subsidy of 20 dinars will be issued, and an invention fund can be applied for every year for invention and creation."

"Royal Engineering Monastery? Invention Fund, what's that?" Haimoting was a little dazed.

"The so-called Royal Engineering Monastery is for those craftsmen who have made significant contributions and academic achievements in engineering. They can be granted holy orders for their technical contributions," Horn patted Haimoting on the shoulder, deliberately amplifying his voice.

At this moment, almost all the craftsmen around paused for a moment, as if listening intently, even unabashedly jogging over to listen.

"In the future, there will also be Royal Alchemy Monasteries, Royal Literary Monasteries, etc. As for the invention fund…

You can think of it as an interest-free loan from the Engineering Monastery, taking a sum of money to create and experiment with things you like, such as—clocks."

Looking at the light in Haimoting's eyes, Horn smiled: "If your invention is truly successful, then a portion of the income generated by the invention will go to the Engineering Monastery as an invention fund and operating expenses.

But if you don't like it, you can also pay a sum of money yourself to buy out the invention.

Alright, I'll give you three days off, and then there's the second project—spring-powered rifles for cavalry."

After arranging for Haimoting to rest, the second person Horn pulled over was Brock: "How is the production of our spring-powered rifles? Can we complete 1000 rifles within two months?"

"The production rate is about 8 rifles per day. If we extend the working hours, we can produce a maximum of 12 rifles per day," Brock still looked distressed. "As for whether we can complete 1000 rifles within two months, you should first ask if there is enough orichalcum spring and refined iron?"

"I have reduced the refined iron requirement for the orichalcum spring alchemy ritual to 8 pounds, but the cost is that 12 alchemists are required to participate in each alchemy session."

Each extraction of orichalcum reduced 6 pounds of refined iron, so a total of about 2000 pounds of refined iron was saved.

Horn replied: "Alchemists are not a problem, can the production keep up?"

"Give me 40 alchemists, and we can produce 10 pounds of orichalcum per day," Patrick said confidently.

Horn immediately shifted the pressure to Brock. Brock broke out in a cold sweat, and after thinking for a long time, he said awkwardly: "Your Majesty, our limit is 12 rifles, after all, rolling the barrel is a very troublesome process, and the damage rate is very high."

"Then what if we use a hydraulic hammer in conjunction with Jeanne's lightning?" Horn asked.

Brock continued to shake his head: "That workload has already exceeded the limit of Her Highness Jeanne. Her Majesty Jeanne's mana is limited after all, and besides, there are only a little over ten blacksmiths who can do fine work."

Horn's mind suddenly flashed with the electricity discharging in the moon pool. He pondered for a while: "You guys extend the daily working hours first, I'll give you extra bonuses and night passes, and I'll think of other ways."