"Come."

Camille handed Gabriel and El to a cowhide water bag filled with cold water.

"Thank you for your hard work, drink a little bit."

"Oh! I'm thirsty!" Gabriel yelled, taking the wine handed over by Camille, and then pouring it into his mouth "gudong gudong".

After he had enough, he threw the water bag into El's arms.

Just as Elle was imitating Gabriel's appearance just now and poured it into her mouth "gudonggudong", Camill suddenly asked him:

"El, Gabriel. What's the development of that musket recently? How did you do?"

Gabriel always goes to El's musket department to help, so he should have a certain understanding of the musket research and development process.

Camille, who lacks interest in muskets and cannot help because of his short stature, has never been to help with the musket department.

In order to pass on the boring time of the bus and to care about these two companions who were like her brothers, Camille threw out this topic to the two of them that should be able to chat for a while.

"The development of muskets..." Gabriel scratched his hair with confusion, "I'm basically doing some heavy physical work on the musket department, so I can't say how far the muskets have reached. I have to ask El."

After saying that, Gabriel turned his head and looked at El beside him.

"El, how are our muskets developing now?"

At this time, El had just finished drinking the water.

While wiping the remaining water stains on the corner of his mouth, he thought about the appropriate words.

"The development progress of musket..."

The whispering sound fell, and a faint smile appeared on El's face with the slightly raised corner of his mouth.

"Our craftsmen have developed a new type of musket through flint. We named this new type of musket - Flintlock."

"Flint?" Camille frowned, "Flintlock?"

"The flintlock rifle made of flint - this was the invention of Oleg, the chief artisan of our musket department."

"Three years ago - when I was still involved in the 'Harst' battle on the Southwest battlefield, the chief craftsman of our Musket Department got inspiration by chance and decided to use flint to make new muskets."

"It took a full three years to finally turn the idea into reality, successfully build three new muskets, and complete the shooting test."

After saying that, El breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why are your R&D speed so fast..." Camille frowned, "It has only been about four years since we bought the musket."

"In just four years, the principle of using muskets was explored, and the principle of using muskets was successfully innovated on this basis, and a new type of musket was developed... Such a R&D speed is too exaggerated, right? It turns out that muskets are such a simple weapon with the principle of making and using?"

"Well..." El scratched his hair, "The production and use principle of muskets are not simple."

"I've also talked to Oleg about this - why our musket development is so fast."

"Oleg said: That's because our production skills are already very high."

El looked at Camille.

Camille still looked at him with a puzzled look on his face.

It was not just Camille, who sat beside him and was almost ignorant of the current musket development process, was also looking at him with confusion.

In order for the two to understand what he was saying, El decided to give a more vivid example.

"Well... let me give you a simple and easy-to-understand example."

"Suppose the skill level of our country's craftsmen is 100 points."

"And muskets are actually just a weapon that can be easily made with only 60 points of skill."

"We have not let the musket be born because of our bad luck."

“It’s not because we are not capable enough.”

"The skill level of our craftsmen is completely enough to make muskets, but they are not lucky and have not been able to encounter the opportunity to make muskets."

"Then I understand what you mean." Camille shook his ears, "So - what kind of flintlock gun you developed, and any performance improvements compared to the 100 original muskets you bought at the beginning?"

"Well..."

After hearing Camille's question, a hint of embarrassment flashed across El's face.

He raised his hand and scratched his head a few more times.

"Compared with the old musket, the power and the rate of fire have been greatly improved."

"But the range and accuracy are still quite bad."

"After testing, the effective range is only more than 80 meters."

"As long as the distance exceeds 25 meters, the hit rate will drop sharply. Whether you can hit a target that is 25 meters away depends entirely on luck."

"25 meters?!" Camill exclaimed.

"But--!" El added immediately, "The flintlock has a great advantage compared to the old musket."

“That’s because it’s very cheap to make!”

“There is less material required and the production time is short.”

"And - the flintlock is lightweight and easy to operate."

"This makes it possible to install flintlock rifles on a large scale in the army!"

As soon as El finished speaking, Camille said angrily:

"Even if this flintlock rifle can be installed on a large scale in the army, it will be of no use!"

"Even a target 25 meters away can't hit accurately - what's the use of such a weapon?"

"El, you are the quartermaster. You should understand better than me - your flintlock rifle is not as good as a crossbow. It cannot hit the target's long-range weapon, no matter how powerful it is, it is useless."

"I see……"

El sighed lightly.

"I've been upset about this problem lately..."

"To solve the two problems of short range and poor accuracy of the musket, there are two ways to solve the problem."

"Or develop a new musket that is stronger."

“Or… develop a completely new tactic specifically for muskets.”

Speaking of this, a thoughtful look appeared on El's face.

"Use a brand new tactic to make up for the shortcomings of the short range and poor accuracy of the musket..."

"That--I'll bother with the two of you chat."

At this moment, Gabriel suddenly interrupted.

"We're fast-forwarding the imperial capital. But there are scary queues outside the city gate. It will take a long time before it will be our turn to enter the city."

El poked his head out of the car window and looked to the direction where the city gate was.

A long line of humans, various livestock and vehicles connects El and their convoys, and with the East Gate of Erenmuya.

Everyone who was queuing into the city had a look of panic on their faces.

They were all the people who took their families to Ailimuya to flee because of the "scorched earth policy" issued by the central government.

They should have performed their own duties and lived their own peaceful lives.

However, due to the attack of the grassland people, they had to flee with their families.

Looking at this scene, El couldn't help but sigh.

"well……"

Then he murmured softly:
Chapter completed!