At the end of September, the corn in the Lake District has just matured and bent its blue stalks. There was the fragrance of grains in the wind, and flocks of birds came to smell the fragrance.

Farmers in the village were mobilized to sleep in the fields day and night, killing birds and beasts that ate corn. This kind of hard work will last for more than ten days, until the corn is fully ripe, the farmers will go to the field to harvest.

In this era, corn has always been harvested late in order to maximize yields. Fresh and tender corn is a luxury for nobles, and the corn eaten by most common people is old, yellow and hard, and a raw bite can knock out teeth. From an agricultural point of view, this is to give full play to the post-ripening effect of crops. You have to drag it until the leaves turn yellow, the bracts turn white, and the stems are completely dead, before you can harvest one or two buckets more.

On this day, in the southeast of the capital, a group of warriors wearing armor and holding bows, carrying a strange golden-brown copper beast, passed through the field stalks. The farmers along the way knelt on the ground in awe, not daring to look at the warriors. The villagers of Gyeonggi will always have more knowledge. Today's battle, even if there is no banner, must be the top nobleman, or even the supreme king!

Soon, the warriors disappeared behind the hills to the southeast. The farmers whispered a few words, and then continued to guard the farmland of the village. Waiting for the sun to rise into the sky, a cry of a giant beast suddenly sounded from the southeast hill, and then two more!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The voice was as loud as a thunderbolt, but it was deep and deep like a metal trembling. Then, there was a snap of the big tree breaking. The villagers crawled on the ground in horror, facing the southeast direction, praying devoutly to the Lord God.

"Lord God bless!..."

"Lord God bless!"

Seeing the result of the shooting, the king was very excited. He roared excitedly, like a roaring jaguar. Behind him, Bertard opened his mouth in shock, taking a rare long absence.

"Your Majesty, this is the gift of the Lord God! An indestructible artifact! The Sun Condor Cannon!"

Director of the Bronze Bureau Tilippi looked passionate, his face was full of irrepressible joy. He walked out from behind the cannon-handling craftsman, stroking the golden-brown copper beast that was still smoking. The surface of the copper beast shone with golden light, and the tentacles were scorching hot, just like his blazing chest.

"The cannon weighs 500 jin, the bullet weighs about 2 jin, the caliber is 8 cm, the length of the gun is 1 meter 2, the range that can be aimed at is 500 meters, and the maximum range is 2-3 miles! Within 2 miles, where the stone bullet falls, there are no warriors in the world It can be resisted! If you block it, you will die, just like the big tree in front of you!"

After speaking, he pointed forward. The cannon just fired flew over 1 mile, just hit a big tree on the hill, and directly broke the big tree in two! And he has tried it before, even the strongest bronze heavy armor is as weak as newly made hemp paper in front of this condor cannon!

"2-pound Eagle Cannon, 2-pound Eagle Cannon, I finally created a truly epoch-making weapon! A real bronze cannon!"

The excited mood of the king could not be calmed down. Because only he can truly know the significance of this bronze cannon to American civilization!

"This is the weapon in my hands that can really break through the colonists' plate armor! In front of it, even groups of plate armor infantry lose their aura of irresistibility and become bulky and fragile! This is the only weapon that can threaten the colonists. Even though it is only 2 pounds! With it, I have the truth and justice against the Westerners! It will become stronger and stronger!  …”

Chalape, deputy director of the military industry department, stared at the supreme king with wide eyes. This is the first time he has seen the king lose his composure.

"Haha, Sun Condor Cannon, a real bronze cannon!"

Two steps away, Tilippi also laughed, like a child who made a favorite toy, shaking with joy. All of this is really not easy!

Since he started making cannons in September of the previous year, he encountered hundreds of failures in a row, and made more than one hundred clay models alone! Seeing that the six-month period requested by His Majesty is about to expire, he has been under tremendous pressure, and even thought of suicide. Fortunately, His Majesty led the army to march north, leaving him enough time to continue exploring slowly.

For a long time, he lived and ate in the workshop, forcing the craftsmen and apprentices to work overtime day and night. Everyone overcame countless difficulties and endured countless sufferings, and only in June last year did they manufacture the first qualified Sun Condor Cannon! The weight of the Condor gun continued to increase, from 250 catties to 500 catties, and the inner diameter increased from 6 cm to 8 cm. It was hard to cast a 1-pound gun into a 2-pound gun, which eliminated all the leaks in the barrel. In the water, there is no bubble at all.

After the first Condor Cannon was built, everyone immediately sent a letter to the north to report the good news that was overdue. Then, according to this successful experience, adjust the clay mold and casting process. A series of bronze cannons were cast and melted, melted and cast, and it was not until August this year that 10 usable condor cannons were cast out of more than two hundred clay molds!

His Majesty once said, "If you cast cannons with clay molds, if you cast two or three out of ten, you will be called a national player!"

Thinking of this sentence, Tilippi almost wanted to "pooh" His Majesty's face. Clearly casting ten can get one, he is a rare god-blessed craftsman! He generously promised his craftsmen and apprentices, "As long as you can cast a qualified eagle cannon from ten clay molds, no matter what your original status is, you will be directly promoted to a first-level god-inspired priest!"

In two full years, he only promoted 8 people and cast 10 cannons! Yes, out of 10 cannons, he made 2 of them himself.

Chalape looked at His Majesty who was talking excitedly to himself, and then at his younger brother who had been giggling all the time, not knowing what to say for a moment. He approached Bertard carefully and asked softly.

"Dear Sacred Eagle Warrior Commander, should we call Your Majesty..."

"Hush!"

Bertard reached out his hand to stop, and shook his head slightly. There was a pure smile on his face.

"Just let Your Majesty be happy for a while."

"Yes, you are right!"

Just like that, the two of them waited quietly in the artillery field where the test firing took place. In the artillery field are 3 Condor cannons, 3 Tiger squat cannons, and more than 30 craftsmen who operate the cannons. Outside the artillery field, there are a total of five hundred personal guards, guarding the surroundings closely. Farther away, there are patrolling samurai squads, driving away merchants or villagers who try to approach.

After a long time, Xiulot finally calmed down. He stepped out from behind the low protective mud wall, stepped forward, and touched the 2-pound eagle cannon. The inner and outer surfaces of the Eagle Cannon were polished smooth, with a golden gleam of bronze. He looked at it carefully for a while, and then asked seriously.

"Tirippi, have you estimated the lifespan of this condor gun?"

"life?"

"How many rounds can the barrel fire?"

Tiripi blinked, thought for a while, and smiled.

"Your Majesty, we have tested hundreds of rounds, and the barrel of this Condor Cannon has not suffered any damage, and it seems to be more stable. It is estimated that there will be no problem after firing more than a thousand rounds!"

"More than a thousand rounds?"

Shulot thought for a while, then nodded. The artillery in front of me is only 2 pounds, the charge is only 2 kilograms, and the barrel length is only 1.2 meters. The barrel pressure of the gun is not high, the barrel is extremely thick, the bronze quality is very good, and the smoothbore gun does not need to worry about the wear and tear of the rifling... There is no problem after firing more than a thousand rounds.

Although the weight of the current bronze artillery is still very small, it has already formed a comprehensive crushing advantage for the wooden artillery used by the alliance. The range, accuracy, and service life of bronze artillery are much higher than those of wooden artillery. Wooden guns, on the other hand, are less air-tight and have a large kinetic energy attenuation. The lifespan is usually only a few dozen rounds, and the distance is no more than a hundred meters. They are simple temporary firearms. In general, the two are not products of the same era at all.

"Tilipi, what is the success rate of casting cannons now? How long does it take to cast a qualified Condor cannon?"

"Your Majesty, the current success rate of cannon casting... is about one tenth. But the craftsmen are making rapid progress."

Although Tiripi complained about His Majesty in his heart, he didn't dare to show it at all. At this moment, he bowed his head slightly, with a respectful expression.

"As long as the copper material is sufficient, we can work on dozens of clay models at the same time... On average, we can produce 1 Condor cannon a month?... Ah, no, if you work overtime, 2 is no problem!"

Seeing His Majesty frowned, Tilipi hurriedly added.

Shulot pondered deeply and nodded slowly.

"1 in 10 success rate...2 doors per month..."

In the early days of a technological leap, the success rate of manufacturing is always low. After all, this is the first successful attempt to cast cannons in the entire Mesoamerican civilization! As long as a zero breakthrough is formed, technical experience will continue to accumulate, and the manufacturing success rate will steadily increase.

"Tilipi, you just said that the weight of this Condor cannon is 500 catties?"

"...Yes, Your Majesty."

"Can you make it lighter? A 500-jin cannon is too difficult to carry with the army, and it may cause problems when going over mountains and mountains."

Shulot frowned slightly. Now there is no reliable camel beast, so we can't let the alpaca carry the cannon, right?

"Your Majesty, the bronze workshop can try to reduce the weight of the cannon. But we must first ensure that the barrel will not leak..."

Tilipi showed embarrassment and replied carefully.

Hearing this, Xiulot understood. The kingdom's technology and craft level can't reach it, so it can only develop in the direction of stupidity and blackness. This is the way of future generations. If the movement and cost are not considered, the Condor cannon can be doubled to make a 4,000-jin cannon, and a 10-pound semi-long-barreled cannon can also be produced.

In this era, "terrible" 18-pound long-barreled guns () and 10-pound semi-long-barreled guns (demi-) had appeared in Europe, and iron bullets were used instead of stone bullets, which were used in fierce battles for fortresses.

The standard 18-pound long-barreled gun weighs 4,500 catties, has a caliber of 13-14 cm, and a length of 3.5 meters. Of course, the effective aiming distance is only about 3 miles. The common 10-pound semi-long tube gun weighs 3,000 catties, has a caliber of 10-11 cm, a length of 2.6 meters, a limit range of 9 miles, and an effective range of 1.5 miles. These are the most advanced gun-making levels in Europe at present, and they continue to make rapid progress.

However, for the poor terrain of Central America, there is no need to worry about these European "heavy artillery". Difficult rainforests and complex mountains will turn all heavy artillery into immovable scrap metal.

At the beginning of casting the cannon, Xiu Luote had a clear idea. The future artillery of the empire must be light infantry artillery. Thinking of this, he looked next to the Condor Cannon again. They were 3 short and light tiger crouching cannons with a length of 0.4 meters, a caliber of 4 centimeters, and a weight of one hundred and ten catties. The tiger squatting gun body is fastened with copper hoops and equipped with fixed copper claws. The casting difficulty of this kind of gun is much easier than that of the long-barreled gun, and it is also easier to carry.

"Tilipi, how powerful is this tiger crouching cannon?"

The king asked with a smile.

A confident smile appeared on Tilippi's face. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the earth wall behind him.

"Lord God bless! Your Majesty, please retreat behind the earthen wall. I'll let the gunners try to shoot the Rain God Tiger Crouching Cannon!"

"Okay! Lord God bless you!"

The long wind blows, bringing the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air. The king sniffed twice, showing a sincere smile. This breath is so intoxicating, full of the power of light and justice.

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