Chapter 129: The Course Reopens
? /s day pt> The injured soldier was quickly healed by Nana, and it was already handy for her to join the fracture. After Roland sent the first army back to the camp, only the chief knight, witch and a few personal guards were left on the scene.
With a gloomy face, he walked to the corpse and directed Carter to cut open the shot on the other side's back.
The blood hole was about one and a half fingers deep. After incision, it was found that the lead pellet had ruptured, and the trauma suffered was basically the same as that of ordinary people.
"What do you think?" he asked Carter.
Carter also seemed a little annoyed, probably because he didn't expect to be swayed by a person who had never received sword training, "It's all about strength and speed, if you don't want to see how far he can go, first Hit me and he'll have his head off."
"What if the opponent is a knight?"
"This..." Carter thought for a while, "If it is the kind of knight under the Duke, I can barely handle it, but if it is the Howling Knight or the Steel Heart Knight of the King's Knights, I will be powerless to parry."
Roland was noncommittal, everyone relied on skill and swordsmanship to duel, Carter may be right, but with the addition of equipment, the situation will take a turn for the worse. Assuming that the prisoner was wearing heavy armor, an iron helmet, and a two-handed sword during the test, he would definitely not be able to win easily.
The improvement brought about by powerful power is multi-faceted. You can carry thicker armor and weapons, you can explode faster, and you can carry out longer-lasting battles. Roland felt that he had to correct his previous thoughts in Longsong Fortress, adrenaline? No, this thing is much more terrifying than adrenaline. Hormones stimulate the potential of the human body at most, and the red pill has obviously made the prisoner break through his limit. In particular, the speed and momentum he displayed when running was almost comparable to heavy cavalry.
The black pill was equally astonishingly effective, and neither a slash nor a close-range blow that nearly severed his ribs could stop him from moving. If it was an ordinary person, he would have already lost his combat effectiveness due to pain.
A civilian with strange strength who is not afraid of pain is already so powerful, what about a group of well-trained soldiers? Thinking of what the high priest said, Roland couldn't help frowning.
"Your Highness," Nightingale said, "Look at his skin."
After the initial redness faded from the skin of the prisoner's hands, it has turned gray and white, and there are many folds at the same time, like a snake that is shedding its skin. Roland poked it with the handle of the knife, and found that there was no solid muscle under the skin, but an empty feeling. After the incision, it was found that all the subcutaneous fat had turned into mucus, and the muscles had shrunk accordingly.
"This phenomenon is the same as after swallowing the God's Stone of Retaliation," she looked at the prince. "The pill does indeed contain the stone."
"But just swallowing stones won't produce the effect of increasing strength," Roland thought, "how on earth did they make such an unscientific thing?"
The pills appear to have strong side effects, and it's unclear whether they're permanent or reversible, with Roland preferring the former. If it's the latter, this medicine, which is similar to the enhanced version of morphine and adrenaline, can be called a magic medicine of war. As long as it is taken in batches according to the recovery time, it is not surprising that the church uses it to dominate the world.
Even if it lasts for a short time and has side effects, it is enough to be vigilant, Roland thought. If the church turns to support Timothy or Garcia, he will likely face an army of drug addicts.
What made him even more disturbed was that the church was willing to take out this kind of thing. Didn't they consider that after the unification of Graycastle, the new king would use the pill to bite them back? Graycastle can recruit much more cannon fodder than the Old and New Holy Cities. If it is exhausted, the Judgment Army will only be exhausted bit by bit.
Unless...they have a stronger card in their hands, and they don't care about such a thing happening.
Roland sighed at this thought. He originally planned to attack the Longsong Fortress to solve the problem of insufficient population and funds in the town, and then focus on education, production and agriculture, and try to expand Border Town into a city in a short time. put aside. But now it seems that the construction of the army cannot be let go either. The First Army needs to expand its numbers, the production of flintlocks must continue, and the research of new weapons must be put on the agenda as soon as possible, such as breech and custom-made weapons.
The mechanical principle of the breech is not difficult, and the fixed installation can be made of paper, or it can be made of copper sheets stamped multiple times.
Roland still doesn't have a clue about the ones that are used for custom fittings. All he knew was that it was called mercury fulminate. Literally, the raw materials must be nitric acid and mercury. As for whether it needs to be mixed with other things, he can't remember for a while. And in my impression, this thing has requirements for humidity and temperature, and it is very dangerous. If you are not careful, you will blow your fingers to the sky. After thinking about it, he still decided to spend a lot of money to recruit a group of alchemists back, and build a laboratory in the corner of the town for them to figure it out by themselves.
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After dinner, Roland called Anna and Scroll into the office.
Now that Border Town's financial purse has swollen, he will soon invest half of his assets in compulsory education, a big hole that consumes a lot of money and has slow returns.
What industrial society needs is high-quality workers with basic cultural qualities, not illiterates with brute force. If universal education is not in place, the demographic dividend will only become a population burden.
In view of this, he plans to spend some time every night from today on to give lectures. After Shu Juan has mastered the basic knowledge of natural science, almost the town can complete the first batch of literacy and literacy tasks.
As the future educational pioneer and all-round teacher of Shujuan, Roland naturally wants to pass on to her what he has learned all his life. And calling Anna together was out of his preference.
Anna has no memory ability, but her desire for knowledge and willingness to learn is the strongest among all witches. He can often see the other party looking for books in his bookcase. After half a year, she may have already searched through the few books. In addition, her speed of acceptance of new things and logical way of thinking are also rare in this era.
After receiving the primary mathematics and physics textbooks transformed from the scroll, he began to talk about today's teaching content.
From the very beginning of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, to slightly more complex equation calculations, Anna's comprehension ability is much better than that of the book. When switching to physics, Shujuan almost memorizes what Roland said first, and then slowly understands it. And Anna can still ask a few questions from time to time.
For example, what do elementary particles look like, why the shapes of all things made of elementary particles are different, etc...
Some Roland could answer, and some he couldn't answer himself.
For example, what exactly is magic.
He had no choice but to talk about the guesses he had thought about before, saying that magic might be a kind of energy, similar to electricity and heat, and only witches can use it at present. It is not ruled out that other ordinary people will also be able to store and use magic power in some way in the future.
Anna showed a thoughtful look.
Time flies when teaching women, especially attractive ones. Before I knew it, the candle had been changed twice, and the new one was about to end.
Suddenly, Roland heard a small voice. Nightingale was lying on the sofa and fell asleep unconsciously. Perhaps this kind of class was like a lullaby for her. In front of the three of them.
The prince shook his head dumbfounded, and decided to end today's class here first. He took off his coat and gently covered her, blew out the candles, and closed the door with Anna and Scroll who were holding back their smiles. (To be continued.)