Chapter 631: Our family has fallen... (6200, second

  Chapter 631 Our family has fallen... (6200, second update)

  —Our family has fallen.

  Throughout the generations, no one remembers the past glory of the family.

  The heart of the empire, within the high walls of the imperial capital, once had our name and old house. That ancient and solemn mansion stands in the heart of the imperial capital, from which many scholars and knights were born, and the greatest explorers and greatest adventurers have settled here. No one can compare with us in the knowledge of exploring the maze.

  But our generation was born on the farthest frontier of the empire.

  We live with the sea, dense forests and natives, and live under the threat of death and storms all day long.

   stupid, ignorant.

   Lost all glory.

  Including you and me, many people's parents have spent their lives on this land. They are not like their ancestors, who have witnessed the most glorious moment and final decline of the family, and can only wait for the passage of time in a daze.

   They rot in silence, wither away in silence.

   But we are different.

  Young clansmen, I have been to the imperial capital. I just came back from the imperial capital, and this armor and power is part of the inheritance I got back from there, and it is a corner of our family's glorious commentary.

Yes. In the imperial capital, the ruins of our family have disappeared, as if they never existed.

   But it doesn't matter.

  Because we are different from our ancestors who lost their glory, we are different from our fathers who spent their lives in ignorance...

  We are the young generation, destined to rise!

  We will restore the honor of the family—

   "Start right now."

  On the outskirts of Nauman City, standing on his armored cockpit, the young white people raised their right arms and fisted upwards to the team members who lined up and watched him.

  The voice of his announcement was like a rushing river, although it was not high, it overwhelmed all the noise.

  All the soldiers of the White People stood up straight, their armor was bright, and the spears in their hands or the long swords worn around their waists were all the latest styles.

  These young people hold their heads high, accepting the inspection of the younger, but more accomplished, future head of the family.

   "But now, there is a trouble that must be overcome in front of us."

The cyan eyes swept across one face after another looking up at him, his expression hard to suppress the excited face, Ian's voice was calm, but his tone was inexplicably provocative: "The beginning of the future rise of the family is located in the agate stone plain. On the west side, the plantation south of the mouth of the Lone Flame Peak. Most of you have heard of it, and that is our future inheritance."

"A group of mountain thugs occupied the place, and they greedily plundered the wealth that originally belonged to us—according to the spies' report, they were continuously transporting away the alchemy materials stored by the Baron, brutally destroying and looting our towers and plantations. Walk."

   "Can this be tolerated? Let a group of thieves who only know how to steal run amok like this?"

Ian stretched out his arms to everyone: "We have overcome big storms and smashed monsters five stories high. We have contained the onslaught of natives and completely defeated them—a group of weak mountain people, one hundred and fifty How dare a coward who hasn't fought a war in ten years dare to do this to us?"

For some reason, the soldiers at this moment are in a trance, and various memories emerge in their memories: the two big storms in childhood and youth, the head of the giant crocodile that broke into the city wall, and the ghostly figure passing through the city .

  But these shadows were all eliminated and stopped.

  Defeated by the young but majestic young man in front of him!

  Yes, they are the people who have experienced many battles. Every time they travel, they have to risk their lives. They have fought **** battles with the aborigines day and night-why should they be afraid of those mountain people who have not fought for more than a hundred years? !

Watching this scene, the corners of Ian's mouth curled up in an undetectable arc, and what was reflected in the blue light in his eyes was a clear deep green, which is the manifestation of goodwill or loyalty at its highest level. .

  Although it is only a temporary frenzy, it doesn't matter.

   Taking advantage of this momentum, Ian made a gesture of slashing his sword: "I am Ian—I will lead you to destroy them. It is like eliminating pests in the house."

   "This is the first step in regaining glory."

   "Destroy them!"

   "Ian! Ian! Ian!"

The soldiers let out deafening roars. They didn't know why, but they were extremely emotional. Obviously, Ian's speech was passable, and his ability to inspire was only okay, but due to an abnormal reason, each of these white people had tears in their eyes. With tears, he even raised the weapon in his hand and called out the boy's name.

  Standing on the side of Ian's armor, Scott looked at this scene in a daze, almost in shock. He couldn't understand why such a strange phenomenon happened.

  When Ian drove the armored receiving team and led the team to the outskirts of the city, Scott thought that the other party would give a lecture and then find a camp, waiting for the large troops led by Qingchao to converge.

However, the young man just said a few words, and then excited the group of young white soldiers, shouting at the top of his voice to destroy those hateful mountain bandits, wishing he could rush to the territory of Lai'an immediately. Destroy them all!

  —Is it psionic? This is close to brainwashing, right? !

   Or is it Bai Zhimin's family spirit? Do they want revival so badly? !

  Scott watched in horror as a fanatical soldier waved the weapon in his hand like a twig—this was absolutely abnormal, but it was an iron and wood spear, not much worse than an all-metal one.

  It's nothing more than stabbing. If you are not a sublimator, how can you swing it so nimbly and quickly?

   "Rest now. Next, I will take you to collect the equipment. Look at the scrap metal on you. It is not these things that are used to regain the foundation."

  After Ian finished his lecture, he asked all the soldiers to stand by on the spot. Then he turned his head and motioned for Scott to follow and walked towards the armor.

  The teenager entered the cab, and Scott stood behind. The space is not bad, and the armored cab can generally carry one or two people by default.

  Iron Man watched Ian connect various bone data cables for himself. He wanted to speak several times, but he didn't say anything because he didn't get permission.

   "If you have any questions, just ask."

  Facing familiar people, Ian doesn't need to pretend. He is in a good mood now: "I can see that you are full of doubts, and you will be suffocated if you don't ask."

"OK!"

  Scott's eyes lit up, and after getting permission, he could finally speak: "Ian, why are those players..."

   "Fraud and Passion Potion. Five percent concentration. There is also a little hallucination potion, which makes it easier for them to immerse themselves in my description, thinking that I am simply a **** descending from the earth, leading them to glory."

  Ian said without waiting for Scott to speak: "Academically speaking, the former can stimulate the secretion of adrenal hormone and testosterone, and strengthen muscles by the way, while the latter will interfere with cognitive nerves."

   "Even for sublimators, excessive consumption may cause physical damage, but this concentration is just right, and it is the safe value for ordinary people after my calculation."

Saying so, Ian's eyes lit up with a silver light, and his calmness made people frightened: "I used the vent hole of the Cyclops to spread the medicine in the team, let alone this group of people who wanted to make meritorious deeds and were single-minded. A young man, even an eighty-year-old man, who wants to do great things under me will rekindle his ambition."

   "House, actually..."

  Ian's words made Scott's eyes widen. He couldn't imagine that the truth could be so simple, science and alchemy—he was standing side by side with Cyclops, so it happened to be unaffected!

   Glancing at Scott, Ian smiled softly: "Do you want some too?"

   "I still have a little diluent left over here, which is my specialized polarized version. After drinking it, I will be full of courage for at least a day."

   "...No, no need." Scott took a deep breath, and he refused: "This kind of fanaticism is a bit... scary. And it makes it difficult to think rationally."

   "That's good."

Ian's expression became serious instead: "Pure courage without wisdom is no different from recklessness. Scott, you are the commander, and your team members admire you. Viscount Grant thinks you have the ability to command a large team (4~ 500 people), and I think you can do better, so I ask you to learn more."

   "Others can go into a frenzy, but you can't."

  Scott was silent for a while, then said firmly: "I understand."

  Ian turned around and started to activate the armor: "I asked you to come over from the Viscount, which is equivalent to interrupting your career. You were going to be a squadron leader this year, didn't your parents say anything?"

   "Although my parents are a little dissatisfied, they are not stupid."

Scott felt the bumps when the armor started, and he said seriously: "The reason why I was able to become the squad leader was valued by the Viscount because of you, Ian. There is no place for me in Harrison Port, and I have been following from the beginning. You do things."

   Speaking of this, Scott frowned: "But Ian, even if we have armor, we can't use an undersized team to attack the mountain thugs in Leanland."

"I heard from the members of the caravan who escaped from the disaster that there are several different teams over there, each with more than a hundred people, and the leaders are all sublimators... Even if you are strong, Ian, you must be careful in ambush .”

   "Don't worry, I'm not stupid. How could I use these 30 people to attack Le'an Territory? They are all the elites that Elder Pude prepared for me, and they are the seeds of officers in the future."

  Manipulating the armor, Ian led Scott towards the workshop area in the city: "So I prepared the equipment."

   "A piece of equipment that will definitely surprise those mountain folk who follow the 'old tradition'."

  Under Ian's call, the white people's team marched forward with the armor.

  On the streets of Nauman City shrouded in morning fog, this team rolled over the solid bluestone ground of the capital. When the sun's brilliance changed from orange red to pure gold, they came to the workshop area.

  There is no mist around the alchemy tower that can induce thunder for its own use. A faint electric arc drives away all the humid air, ensuring a certain range of air humidity and repelling dust.

A serious and old-fashioned old alchemist was welcoming the team led by Ian in front of the tower. He was a little surprised to see the group of soldiers who followed the armor with glowing faces and full of energy. He didn't expect this group of Harrison The family private soldiers in Hong Kong actually have such high morale.

  They burn like a ball of fire, walking vigorously, standing straight, especially in those eyes, they are full of passionate fighting spirit that can't wait to go to the battlefield and kill the enemy.

  Only in this respect, it is comparable to the most regular knight.

Because of the astonishing enthusiasm of these White People soldiers, the old alchemist's gaze was attracted for a few seconds before he shifted to the black armor that should have been the focus—even though he had already seen it when he received it this morning, he still couldn't help but sigh The design of the Cyclops is exquisite, especially the well-distributed exhaust holes and the pumice power group. It is no wonder that this heavy giant can be floated in the air by relying on what can only be said to be an ordinary alchemy furnace.

   After knowing that this armor was completely designed by its driver, the young Bai Zhimin, the old alchemist only felt the difference in talent in his heart.

   "Mr. Mira, I have paid the deposit, and the raw materials will be paid by the Governor's Mansion."

  Ian left the cockpit, and talked to the person in charge of the alchemy studio: "How many of the templates I sent yesterday have been produced?"

  The old alchemist named Mira bowed slightly: "Sir, seven. The structure of the alchemy firearms you sent is very complicated. It takes a while for our craftsmen to get familiar with it, but we can manufacture fifty of them around noon."

"very good."

  Ian said: "Send seven out first for testing."

  Mira nodded: "As you wish."

   Soon, seven of the strangely shaped alchemy firearms were sent to the front of the team rather than firearms.

   "The elemental crystals have been filled according to your needs. Charging rifle...is indeed a good name."

Mira raised his brows, and he stared at these alchemy guns with admiration and emotion: "Actually, we have tested it once...the power is extremely powerful, and the accuracy and penetrating power are also top-notch, except for the small amount of ammunition. , except for the consumption of elemental crystals and alchemy potions, there are basically no shortcomings."

   "It is said that the main gun of the Cyclops has the same principle as it? I am looking forward to its future performance."

   "To be precise, it is the principle of part of the Cyclops' main gun. They are degraded versions, but they are sufficient."

  Ian smiled and said, "You will hear its name in the future."

  He turned his head and said to Scott, who had a serious face but was completely confused in his heart: "Choose six guys you think are reliable, and let's go to the testing area to test."

   "Obey!"

  Scott immediately turned around and selected a few people with shooting experience.

   A few minutes later, at the test site in the backyard of the alchemy tower, Scott led the team, and six lucky people who were selected with excitement stood in front of the target to familiarize themselves with the operation of the rechargeable rifle.

  Scott, about to take his mechanical engineering certificate, looks at the weapon in his hand.

This is a heavy rectangular metal firearm. Its front end has a charging and boosting part that most alchemy firearms have. It is generally used to fill electric heating dust such as pan-crystal sand to push a heavy high-speed gun that is several times the speed of sound. Explosive warheads to penetrate the defense of Warcraft or the defensive walls of some small fortifications.

   But the charging is not different. Its front end is a constricting port, and a circle of focusing chips surrounds a core prism. They will focus the light and heat emitted by the charging of the potion here.

   And behind the constriction port is a heavy magazine. The magazine is made of high-tensile steel, and it can hold a total of four charging bottles filled with scorching potion.

   Further back is the power group, which is powered by small element crystals and is a real alchemy weapon.

   "Such a one, even if it is the cost price, it will start at twenty or thirty thalers, right?"

Scott was thinking in his heart, but he didn't know that Ian didn't even have to pay for the raw materials, he had the Governor's Mansion to pay for it, and the Nauman Alchemy Workshop heard that it was a list from the Governor's Mansion, and it was sent directly by Colonel Mayova. Only the most basic labor costs.

But even so, the 500 talers given by the Marquis of Barton cost 350, and the remaining 150 Ian entrusted the potion workshop next door to make the potions needed for ammunition, although there is still a gap , but he can make up for it himself.

  Although he was thinking about many things, Scott, as the captain, still smoothly raised the rechargeable rifle, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

Accompanied by a slight 'sizzling' sound, a dazzling beam of light burst out from the focusing crystal, hitting a target two hundred meters away, and then in a 'collapse', the already melted target suddenly appeared It exploded, and the entire upper body was blown away.

"Oh?!"

  The other Bai Zhimin soldiers who watched this scene opened their eyes wide. Although they have not seen alchemy cannons and alchemy guns, and have even operated them, such equipment requires special training to be accurate.

  But if it is a beam of light...

   Immediately, among the six lucky ones, Scott launched - the scorching beam also accurately hit the head of the humanoid target, perfectly hitting the center of the forehead.

"so amazing!"

  The soldier of the White People opened his eyes wide after shooting. He exclaimed: "There is no need to predict the wind speed, no need to estimate the falling distance of the bullet, and no need to even care about the enemy's moving speed... This is simply where to hit!"

   "And it's so powerful, it's much better than alchemy guns!"

  Others also rushed to test the shooting. These people with shooting experience exclaimed that the rechargeable rifle is easy to use. The only pity is that the shooting frequency is too low and there is very little ammunition.

   Crap. Ian watched this scene from the side, and couldn't help complaining in his heart: "If this thing is made seriously, the cost price will be twenty-seven talers. Counting the ammunition and potion, it will cost six Bisons (0.5 talers) per round. , Where are the warheads you shoot, it’s money!"

  If it wasn’t for Ian’s unique ‘reuse’ alchemy skills, he could have made a few more bottles of the same material, and with just thirty rechargeable rifles, a few more rounds would have bankrupted him.

  Mikael's suggestion is correct. Popularizing low-end potions is not as good as developing better potions, but it is really important to spend less money when developing your own territory.

   In fact, apart from burning money, charging rifles have many disadvantages.

For example, in Nanling, in the morning fog, the power of the light beam has dropped a lot, and it has even attenuated to the point where it can barely penetrate the target two hundred meters away. It just burned through the head of the target, and the quality of the potion was still not stable enough.

   But these problems need to be considered only for large-scale installation. And as long as you choose the right weather, it's not a big problem.

   Now, this technology is enough for Ian to arm his thirty ordinary infantry into thirty perfect marksmen!

Knowing that they will also have their own rechargeable rifles, the soldiers of the White People became even more excited. They circled around the six lucky ones who were lucky enough to be able to shoot with rechargeable rifles in the first round, asking about their impressions of shooting and feel.

   And Ian and Scott stood aside, discussing the next tactics.

   "Divided into three groups, lined up and fired alternately. In this way, a total of twelve rounds of salvos can be carried out. No matter how crazy the group of rebel mountain people are, they should run away after twelve rounds of focused fire from charged rifles."

Ian directly said the classic queuing and shooting tactics, and after thinking about it for a while, Scott shook his head and said, "This is a frontal battle. Sir, our raid on the Lean Territory must be looking for opportunities, beheading the enemy's head, and creating chaos... Then the armor will enter the scene, and the hammer will be finalized."

"Since this is the case, why not let me lead the team and divide it into five to ten tactical groups according to the situation, with six people or three people in a team to attack alternately at multiple points. This can not only mislead the enemy about our number, but also expand the attack surface It can maintain the continuity of firepower, even if a few are knocked out, it will not lose too much combat power."

"It's up to you. And if you don't die, you don't die. The lives of these guys are very precious, and the most important thing is to save their lives." Ian didn't say much. It is indeed impossible for him to fight the enemy head-on again, and command 30 soldiers to stagger Front advance—unless aided by AI.

   But if there is, why not let artificial intelligence assist professionals to direct?

  The next step is to wait. Enthusiastic soldiers regrouped, while the alchemy workshop was still running.

   Time is running out. In order to deal with the mountain thugs in the fastest time and prevent them from causing more damage to his territory, Ian needs to strengthen the firepower of his troops in the first place.

  Thirty rechargeable rifles are enough to form a firepower beyond the imagination of these Nanling mountain people, which is enough to crush any conspiracy.

  Fei Yan desperately wanted to fight him, so he had to bring the regular army over.

   "But it's not enough."

  Thinking of this, Ian still has a lot of things to manufacture in his heart, and the inspiration of mixing Earth technology and Terra technology is constantly being derived in his brain, but it requires a long period of production process and a stable base.

   As long as he regains the Lean collar and restores the production of the Lean collar alchemy workshop, he will be able to turn what he thinks and learns into reality.

Ian even wanted to praise the second prince. The land he conferred on himself was the Lean Territory, not any other ghostly place - there is an alchemy workshop here, a place where raw materials are produced, there are a considerable number of skilled workers, and it is located in a remote place. , there is no big man who can let himself do what he wants.

With the support of his plan and the 15,000 Thaler research funding provided by Huoshi Group (this is the most important point), he will establish a comprehensive production base as quickly as possible, integrating the order and Social formations have turned into reality one by one.

Then…

   "It's the time when the technology gap is crushed."

  Terra 773, on the afternoon of October 23rd, Ian drove the armor, led the armed forces to change to the horses provided by Nauman City, and rushed to Lean Territory at the fastest speed.

   At the same time, deep in the Baisen Mountains.

  Flying Flameland Nanling Special Battle Headquarters.

  A psyker opened his frown.

   "What's going on?" He murmured to himself: "Where is the colleague who cleared all the lurkers and my secrets?"

   "When did Nanling have such a master?"

  (end of this chapter)