453. Chapter 451 450 We Must Learn to Learn from History

Chapter 451 450.We need to learn to learn from history, good and bad – [1725]

(For “Who else is going to steal it from me” [2/5])
Loyalty brother followed the little Sheridan quickly completed the preliminary design of the mechanical prosthesis of Ensign Robinson, “Disability Insurance Victim No. 1”, this thing in the fantasy world does not rely on sophisticated neural links or chip manipulation, it is based on the operation of the pearl and the user’s command to take effect.

Therefore, there is no need to consider the problem of adaptability, only according to the user’s physical characteristics of the user to create a suitable type of mechanical arm and complete the installation can be.

But this process was not without concern.

Because of the limitations of Little Earl Sherron’s craftsmanship that caused her to be unable to carry out highly precise mechanical prosthetics production at the moment, being able to do the mechanical arm of Brother Loyalty was already the limit.

The functions that could be carried by a mechanical prosthetic body of this level were honestly not many, and they were all very basic functions.

To go further along this path would require more than just inspiration and talent, according to little Sherron, she would have to travel to the Mechanical Academy of the Chardo Artisan University to further her studies after the Black Plague came to an end before she could learn the methods of crafting more advanced prosthetics from the halflings.

All in all, the only similarity between fantasy engineering and modern engineering is the word “engineering”.

At least in Brother Loyalty’s opinion, the core of this kind of “fantasy punk” does not lie in the beauty of the machinery, but in the special fantasy continent background where the halflings have developed a set of strange technology trees that do not conform to the principle of industrial advancement at all.

For example, they have come up with a steam train that can run on the railroad tracks, but there has never been a halfling engineer who tried to make a car, which is obviously a simpler thing, and the “Steam Walker” that runs on the streets of Chardonnay Harbor is instead a “Mechanical Spider” that is made according to the principle of bionics. The “steam walker” was instead a “mechanical spider” made on bionic principles.

Call them backward, but their walkers can even run steadily over all terrain in all weather.

But if you say they are advanced, those walking machines still use coal and steam furnaces for energy.

Anyway, there were all kinds of discrepancies and twists, but it was this kind of different twists that made this system more and more attractive in the eyes of Brother Loyalty.

After agreeing on each other’s duties in this matter, Loyalist and Sheridan parted ways.

He was now the factory director of the First National Arsenal of Transylvania, and there were quite a lot of things to deal with every day, especially because the production line that had already been installed and started production was always having problems these days, and there were big and small problems that caused the output of this production line to keep failing to go up.

Brother Loyalty thought that this should be due to the fact that he and Xiao Xuelun’s remodeling of the production line was still not perfect.

However, the good news was that a batch of barrels for the mass-produced replica Mosin Nagan rifles had already been taken care of, and now they were only waiting for the delivery of hardwoods from Fort Riptide to start assembling them.

Improvements to the production line by the young Earl of Sherron had allowed them to pull less than standard rifling for the barrels, and the semi-handmade production of the cartridge line was getting better and was now in the production reserve stage.

To summarize, Loyalist’s arsenal is a classic case of glitches but not stopping.

This put Brother Loyalty in a good mood.

Humming a song, he rode a Demon Hunt colt back towards his factory, but halfway there, he met an “uninvited guest”.

In a low warhorse neighing sound, an armored Shadow Mane Warhorse rushed from the side road with a mountainous momentum, Brother Loyalty turned around and saw Doo from the Tiger and Leopard Riding Brothers waving at him from the saddle.

“Brother Loyalty, wait a minute, I brought a letter from Brother Stick, we have something to talk to you about, about the advancement of the swamp front!”

“Oh, the swamp side.”

Brother Loyalty pulled on his horse’s reins and waited in place for the winged cavalry riders to come over.

The latter’s Shadow Mane Warhorse, no matter its size or aura, overwhelmed the Hunting Demon War Colt on his crotch, clearly also a standard tall horse, but in front of other people’s Shadow Mane Warhorse it was set off as miserable as a donkey.

“Here, Rod’s letter, you see for yourself.”

Tiger Leopard Riding-Doo drove the warhorse to a skillful stop, and while taking out a carrot to refill his beloved warhorse’s meal, he handed a handwritten letter to Brother Loyalty.

The latter maneuvered his cool mechanical hand to take it in his hand and opened it and scanned it, then shouted groggily:
“I think you guys are crazy! Burning down the swamp? How dare you think of that!”

“Aiya, it’s not burning down the swamp, the filthy swamp is so big, how can we have so much manpower to burn it? Besides, if we really dare to do that, I guess Avalon Boss will be the first one to be dissatisfied and send down divine punishment.

We are now the category of ‘otherworldly small movement security’, usually we have to be careful when stepping on a flower or grass.”

Doo spat out a sentence in a very unhappy manner.

Their Winged Cavalry system was categorized under the special sequence of the Spirit of the Mountains and Forests, and the Spirit of the Mountains and Forests was the extension of Avalon’s power under the face of the Mother of the Forests, so the Winged Cavalry was considered to be a member of the Nature camp.

It was indeed ludicrous that this mistakenly came under the same belief system as Brother Woo Meow’s gang, but since they believed in the God of Nature, protecting the environment and whatnot was the basic code.

This is not the point, the point is that Stick finally came up with his battle plan on the northern front.

Doo took out the map of the Filthy Swamp and unfolded it in front of Brother Loyalty’s eyes, explaining to Brother Loyalty according to the line of advance drawn on it that went straight into Plague Town from the Maginot Defense Line:

“Stick’s idea is to start from here and use the flames to open up and burn a passageway that will allow a large number of people and supplies to enter and exit.

We’ve contacted the Brotherhood of Stonemasons, and Prof. Chen’s beloved disciple, Brother Samoyelia, has given an assessment of the proposal, and he said that if we can cut an undisturbed path forward through the swamp, he can be responsible for bringing people to lay cement behind it.

Uh, it’s that weird otherworldly cement that the Brick Movers and Gray Beaters came up with, and Professor Chen also thinks that if Lord Murphy must fight the Black Plague in the Dark Mountain Range, then establishing a pathway for transporting supplies in the Filthy Swamp would also be a very necessary move.

Therefore, Stick wants to ask your arsenal to design an incendiary weapon that can quickly ignite the swampy environment, and we’re going to burn all the way into Plague Town starting from the Maginot Defense Line!

This way, the swamp environment’s influence on us will be minimized, and the undead monsters’ fear of flames will make it easier for us to dispose of them.”

“Hmm.”

Brother Loyalty frowned as he looked at the battle map in front of him.

Happy Stick’s idea sounded a bit pie-in-the-sky, after all, the area of the Filthy Swamp was too large, and something like burning out a path was too unbelievable.

But if you thought about it, this tactic still had the possibility of being realized.

Because the first phase of the battle didn’t need to burn through the entire swamp, it was just to open up a road from the border of the swamp to Plague Town.

The swamp’s crooked path was difficult to follow before it slowed down the movement of those who entered it, but if one went in a straight line, it would really only take a maximum of thirty to forty kilometers.

Doo, who was riding on a warhorse, guessed that it wasn’t going to be that easy when he saw Brother Loyalty’s frown, and he whispered:
“I just went to Madame Tris’s alchemy hut to have a look around, and the employees there told me that if it’s alchemy kerosene, they can provide it in large quantities.”

“Kerosene won’t do!”

Brother Loyalty immediately denied:

“The rapid burning of alchemical fire oil is based on environmental factors to be effective, in that environment of the swamp with its incredible humidity, I estimate that the alchemical fire oil won’t even reach half of its original effect. Brother Rod’s idea should be based on the experience of the Vietnam War, converting the terrain favorable to the enemy to your side’s advantage, weakening the enemy while strengthening yourself is a correct solution.

But he neglected the fact that our industrial level is not even close to that of others.

If you want to realize his tactics, Lao Tzu would have to get him napalm first.”

“But didn’t Pigeon Treasure make napalm bombs all the way back when he was an apprentice at Madame Trish’s? It was also named the Dove of Peace, so it’s really groovy.”

Doo asked again, only to receive a blank stare of contempt from Loyalty, a “professional”.

“The one he made is called ‘incendiary oil’ at best, and it’s nowhere near a real incendiary bomb.

It’s an amateur’s playground maneuver, and can’t even be used to shape the environment on this scale. Still, if Pigeon Treasure can even make this stuff with his own trippy alchemy level, I guess if I get a few professionals to consult with me I should be able to come up with the kind of stuff Stick needs.

But don’t count on production.”

Brother Loyal put away the map and shook his head:
“Unless he can persuade an alchemy master like Lady Tris to get involved, at this current level of alchemy in the player base, Stick will probably have to wait until the yellow flowers are cold if he wants to get enough incendiary bombs to burn out a road.

Instead of napalm, we should start with white phosphorus, that thing can have a similar effect and the technical level is much lower, the best thing is that when targeting the undead, you don’t have to consider the humanitarian impact.

Here’s the deal.

I’ll go ahead and get samples, and you guys go convince Mrs. Tris to help.”

He said as he waved his hand at a sad looking Doo: “But I must remind you that getting these is just the beginning, you still have to figure out how to drop it, none of you guys have probably seen what happens when an incendiary bomb goes off, and I’ll give you that, the first thing that threatens this thing once it goes off is the bombardier.

It’s better not to play with this without the ability to deliver it accurately at a certain altitude.”

“Oh, that’s not a problem.”

Doo said rubbing his chin:
“Smoke-san on Brother Woo Meow’s team assures me that he can drop that thing accurately, and then again aren’t there vampires? The student members are all fast and steady flyers, and one of them carrying an incendiary bomb and dropping it down from a high altitude wouldn’t be a problem.”

“Huh?”

Brother Loyalty’s eyes widened as he said:
“Aren’t you guys in competition? How come this is still actively inviting them to participate in your tactics.”

“Hey, see what you’re saying, competition is competition, but can’t you not be attentive to local events?”

Doo waved his hand very spontaneously and said:

“Regardless of who loses or wins in this new map development, it’s all our internal business.

Whether or not we can handle the problem of the Filthy Swamp is directly related to Lord Murphy’s strategy to deal with the Black Plague, this is a major event that is directly related to the survival of Transylvania, in this kind of thing, the winners and losers between the player guilds are destined to be just a small lottery.

Stick and us have always been very clear in this kind of big right and wrong issue.”

“Bull!”

Brother Loyalty was greatly moved after hearing this and said with a thumbs up:

“Worthy of being educated by the state, this kind of collective consciousness deserves to be vigorously promoted, okay! Since Brother Stick is so righteous, then our ‘Loyalty Hymn’ can’t be bad either. I’ll go back and study it, and strive to get it out for you as quickly as possible.

But that’s still true.

I’m really not familiar with this line of alchemy, you’ll have to find professionals to achieve mass production, Mrs. Tris’s side can’t be easy to talk to, but I think if you guys can find enough fine wine it’s probably possible to talk her into it.

Oh yeah, Lumina is also half a ‘professional’ in this area, you guys can contact her.

One last reminder!
I think it would be best for you guys to go pray in the Avalon Sanctuary before carrying out such plans, so that you don’t actually draw down the punishment of the God of Nature for burning down the swamp would not be a good idea.”

“Hey, can’t we just leave this to Brother Woo Meow?”

Doo grunted and said:
“Didn’t we work hard to develop weapons to fuck the Jackals in order to protect Transylvania’s hard-won opportunity for development? Big Brother Avalon’s sanctuary is right here, if we’re not allowed to burn the swamp now, when the Jackals come to kill us in the future, will His sanctuary still be preserved?
If Avalon has the slightest bit of enlightenment, he would know that he shouldn’t stop us from doing this kind of thing at this time.

That filthy swamp is full of dirt, and it needs the sanction of fire from the otherworldly heavens, and only where the flames have burned can the flower of hope be born from the ashes!
Oops, I’ve spent so much time with those Avalonian clerics that I can actually yank a couple words of text out of my mouth now.

Hehehe, then Brother Loyalty, you go ahead and get busy, I’ll leave you alone.

Use the treasure pearl to contact me if you have news.”

After saying that, Doo snapped his Winged Cavalry Battle Helmet onto his head and intended to go back to the city to have an audience with Grand Duke Tris, Brother Loyalty couldn’t help but yell out as he watched his back:

“Go over to the ‘Treasure Bay’! Old Huo has a lot of good wine there, if you talk to him, you can bribe Grand Duke Tris.”

“Okay, thanks for the care, old brother.”

Doo’s shouts came from far away, causing Brother Loyalty to grunt, sighing in his heart that these guys are just not reliable.

Actually planning to set fire to the mountain
Tsk, fortunately, Transylvania does not have forestry police, or else wait for the bottom of the jail to sit through it.

“However, is it a good thing for things like napalm and white phosphorus bombs to appear in Transylvania in this era or not?”

Brother Loyalty rode his own Hunting War Colt and continued on his way.

He thought in his mind:

“In the future, I’m afraid there won’t be a group of vampires carrying aerial bombs on their backs in the dawn’s morning light leaping across ten thousand miles of territory to run and bombard the island of Greeney, right? Hiss, this scene is still a bit scary and emotional if you think about it, but given Lord Murphy’s defense of vampire decency, he probably wouldn’t allow this kind of ‘crazy batch of vampires’ to appear under his command, right?

After work, I’ll have to contact my old friends and ask them to advise me if I can replace the ingredients with something local to Transylvania to achieve the same effect as an incendiary bomb.

Hiss.
Why am I asking them offline for advice?
Wouldn’t it be better and more awesome to pull them in directly? The Arsenal is going to be getting all this stuff later on when it gets bigger anyway, and it’ll save me two trips.

Well, I’ll go make a report later and transfer them to my group.”
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“Bullshit, while other countries are still thinking about holding the fort against the Black Plague, my little players’ tactical thinking has already jutted into the Vietnam War. Setting the forest on fire, omg, omg, that’s awesome, is there a guy among you whose former life was named Li Mei?”

Under the same sky, Murphy, who was flapping his wings and flying towards Fort Scarlet from the vicinity of Fort Riptide, where the field hospital was located, had already peeped into Brother Loyalty and Doo’s conversation through the Core Treasure Pearl’s information monitoring all over the city.

After realizing that Happy Stick was planning to play a big game, Murphy himself got excited.

He hadn’t thought before that he could use this kind of berserk scenario when attacking the Filthy Swamp, it seemed that he really wasn’t a good commander, and completely lacked the professionalism that a commander should have.

But when he thought about it, Happy Stick’s plan does have strong executability, not only can it be used to eradicate the warlocks in Plague Town, but it can also be used when entering the swamp on a large scale to open up the pathway to the Dark Mountain Range afterward.

He was going to burn a military road connecting Transylvania and the Dark Mountain Range in the Filthy Swamp, turning the sky into a clear path.

However, this is definitely not that easy, when the Vietnam War that kind of firepower density was not able to burn the jungle, now Transylvania certainly can’t do similar things, so in order to realize this strategic idea, perhaps you have to go to ask the magical Mrs. Tris again.

Thinking of this, Murphy’s wing beats accelerated again, and he planned to give Tris a surprise.

However, when Murphy arrived at the Blood Wyvern Corridor, he found that Tris was not here, but the Blood Wyvern Grand Duke left him a note saying that a small player had invited her to go to the “Treasure Bay” to have a good time and the drinks were all inclusive.

She would probably be there for a few days before returning.

This makes Murphy can not help but cover his eyes, and in his heart, he repeatedly lamented that his poor Tris really has never seen the world, and was bought by a small player with a meal of drinks.

Hey!
How can you be a qualified camp leader when you have such a low opening price?
With such thoughts, Murphy sighed and intended to continue his own share of sword practice today, but when leaving Tris’s office, Murphy suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He looked back at the small hidden compartment underneath Tris’ desk, he knew that Tris would hide the key to her lab here, and Tris was always secretive lately.

“Should we go see what Tris is really up to?”

Murphy thought so.

After hesitating for a moment he took decisive action.

There were some things that Tris was hiding from him, and those things were related to Dusk, whether it was from the perspective of the Lords of Transylvania or from the perspective of Tris’s little boyfriend, Murphy felt that he had a need to know about them.

Though it would probably lead to him getting beaten up badly by Tris and possibly even cause a relationship crisis, Murphy felt he should take the risk.

This is not a couple’s little secret kind of degree of small fight, this is not good will jeopardize the life of Tris’s serious state of affairs.

Murphy quickly got the key, he went to Tris’s laboratory to use the key to open the door, pushed the door in and smelled a strange smell, followed the smell and went up to see in the deepest part of the laboratory on the stone platform, with some kind of special magic sealed a woman’s body.

The vampire lord stared at this corpse that had been dissected, and after a few moments, he whispered:
“Source?

No, it should be a double .
Tris has indeed fought her, let me see the conclusions of Tris’s research, hmmm, a telekinesis used to make contact with her, some samples of the powers that have been extracted, tons of cryptic traits and obscure research on the mysteries of theology
Is that her name?
Luna Christine Emagil?

Wait a minute!

That last name…

She’s a forest elf? And it’s the same clan as the current Elf King!
Tch, I knew it, anything related to my little Tris can’t be simple.”

(End of chapter)