Chapter 473, Withered Swamp

"Times have changed, my lord."

When the gun workshop in Ryan's territory was finally completed, the earl held a long-barreled firecracker produced in the workshop, stroking the dark barrel and wooden butt, and Ryan sighed: "The age of firearms It is imperative, we need a new army, and firearms are the weapon against the Beastmen and the Greenskins."

His butler Katzenberg, tax collector Gasparton and Devin Baron Hux, Ugol cavalry captain Mikoyan Ivanovich Govorov, and sorceress Teresa Stand by his side.

The dwarf gun workshop has been completely built, and what Ryan is holding in his hand is the most standard long-barreled firecracker.

The method of this kind of firecracker is very simple. It is composed of ignition device, lead wire, barrel and butt. The long-barreled firecracker is powerful, easy to use, simple, rough and effective.

This will be standard equipment for Ryan to build the Musketeers in the future.

"My Earl, are you planning to form a musketeer team?" Devin Baron Hux was wearing a kite helmet, and the scars on his face looked hideous.

"Why not?" Ryan skillfully manipulated the long-barreled firecracker, cleaned it, reloaded it, ignited it, and then pulled the trigger.

"Boom!" The long-barreled firecracker shot a lead pellet, which hit the mound three meters away from the target.

"Pfft~" The sorceress couldn't help laughing, covering her mouth and laughing.

Ryan's old face was a little red. He pretended nothing happened, but changed the subject unnaturally: "You know, I'm not very good at using this...Ivan, is all the pension in place?"

"It's all been sent, my count." The big captain Ugor said loudly: "Thank you for the generosity of the count."

"You fight, we pay, it's just a business, you help me fight against the enemy, I pay enough compensation and pension, it's fair." Ryan changed the topic: "By the way, I heard that you Keith Love is also equipped with all firearms?"

"That's right, in order to equip our army with firearms, the Tsar's family almost went bankrupt." After hearing this, Ivan smiled wryly: "In order to import firearms and recruit engineers from the empire, the previous Tsar almost emptied the entire treasury. The family also paid an extremely heavy price, but the Kislev army in the south has indeed been equipped with firearms on a large scale. Firearms are extremely lethal to green skins and chaotic monsters, at least much more powerful than bows and arrows. In exchange, Up to now, the tsarist family still owes a huge sum of money to the imperial family, and it will take more than 80 years to repay it."

"Look,

Since Mrs. Keesler chose to empty out every gold coin in the treasury, why can't we form a musketeer team? Ryan said with a musket in his hand, smiling.

Hux had studied at Imperial College for a while, and the new baron knew the power of firearms well. Seeing Ryan's firm attitude, he nodded sullenly: "Of course I know the power of gunpowder, Earl, but I'm worried You will face serious opposition for doing so."

"There has never been such a precedent, Earl." The butler Katzenberg also raised objections: "Give firearms to serfs for use? This is too crazy."

Some people objected to Ryan's expectations. The Earl himself signaled everyone to come outside the gun workshop. He played with the long-barreled firecracker in his hand. Ryan's face was very determined. He said to Katzenberg: "But I think , now is the best time.”

"Best time?" Katzenberg said suspiciously.

Ryan explained his thoughts to everyone.

In the beginning, Ryan did not have the conditions to spend several thousand gold crowns to build a gun workshop. The unit price of a musket production cost eight gold crowns, so it would cost about one thousand gold crowns to form a musketeer team with 100 muskets (no more during production). may be all finished products), plus training ammunition and considering bombing and scrapping, he needs to prepare at least 1,300 gold crowns.

After that, just as Katzenberg worried, due to the rebellion of the serfs in the north, it would be difficult for the nobles to hand over this killing weapon to the serfs. Musketeers, he will face the condemnation of the nobles of the entire kingdom.

It wasn't the right time either.

But after the siege of Monteverde, the battle of the Blackstone stronghold, and the battle of the Abbey of La Messenelle, Lane believed that the time was ripe for the formation of the Musketeers.

After several battles, at least the knights in the southern part of the Kingdom have fully experienced the power of firearms. The knights are not really stupid. be opposed to.

As for Knight King Richard, Duke of Montfort, and Casvann, Duke of Palaion, who were the most fierce opponents of Ryan, they also lost their opposition positions. Well, after Ryan and Francois formed an army of chivalry to solve Kemler's threat once and for all, if Richard comes out to oppose it, it is very likely that all the dukes affected by Kemler will counterattack collectively.

Ryan had saved Fulkad's life, and even cooperated with him on the trading post. He had no objection, and he himself temporarily hired a lot of Imperial Freedom Militia to defend his castle.

Kasvann must also thank Ryan for his contribution. If he hadn't blocked Kemler, the Principality of Palaon might have to face the blade of the undead army.

"I have no intention of handing over this weapon to the serfs." Ryan clenched the barrel of the gun with both hands, and he continued: "I intend to order that recruits be recruited from all freedman families to form a freedman firearms team."

Katzenberg breathed a sigh of relief. The free people were promoted only after they showed loyalty in the war. It is more reassuring to hand over firearms to them than to the serfs. The steward thought for a while and continued: "If this , we will face much less resistance, but it means a lot of extra expenses, Earl, and forming a new standing army is a big expense."

"It will be worth the money." Of course, Ryan knows the power of firearms. Whether muskets are better or crossbows is better is a topic that dwarves have spent two thousand years arguing about. Ryan dare not say that musketeers must be better than longbowmen and crossbowmen , but must have.

"In addition to this standard long-barreled firearm, the gun workshop can also produce standard dwarven handguns, dwarf shotguns with a very slow firing rate, and the best repeating handguns, which are used by the imperial heralds. The kind of handgun that can shoot several bullets in a row." Ryan continued to introduce: "Especially the best quality dwarf Seiko Rune four-shot handgun, paired with mercury bullets, Brother Angron agreed to use it!"

"Oh! That must be a big killer, Ryan, I think I need one~" The sorceress Teresa's eyes lit up after hearing this, and she said into Ryan's ear: "Give me one, okay?" ?”

"Two hundred gold crowns ~ Sheng Hui." Ryan laughed loudly. Seeing the earl laughing, everyone laughed happily together. The finished product was taken away, and then disappeared outside the workshop with his long legs.

Her wizard tower is about to be completed, and she has been busy checking the completion of the project recently. Today, the sorceress just happened to pass by to take a look.

It is said that her mother Aurora is preparing to organize a large witch visiting group to visit Ryan's territory, but there is no news that the mission has completed assembly or is ready to go. If there is, the sorceress will definitely tell Ryan as soon as possible , so Ryan is not in a hurry.

Speaking of which, Brother Angron has been going to the south for quite a while, and Ryan's mind was thinking of Angron again.

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The Old World, Tyrell, the swamp west of Miragliano, where the legendary city "Titus" disappeared.

A tall hippogryph soared above the sky, laden with cargo, and the Primarch of the World Eaters looked down on the muddy swamp.

This swamp is called "Blight Swamp" and is located just west of Miragliano. This swamp has always been synonymous with mystery. All attempts to establish villages and colonies in this swamp have failed because all migrations and their buildings will disappear completely.

That's right, it disappeared completely, the entire village disappeared in a complete sense, and there was nothing left.

According to the legend of Tyrell, there was once the most glorious civilization in this swamp, Titus, where dwarves and humans formed a powerful country and continued to prosper. They planned to build a tower to show their Power and glory and gratitude to the gods.

The strange thing is that it took hundreds of years, and the tower was not completed until a man in a robe brought his own design-adding a big bell on the top of the tower, and a week later, the tower Finally built.

The bell rang thirteen times in Titus, and the whole city was on the road to destruction. All humans and dwarves were overwhelmed by the rat tide. There were no survivors. Titus disappeared into history. It has become a restricted area and a deserted place.

After Angron finished buying goods in Miragliano, he ignored the earnest advice of the halflings and Tyrell merchants, and insisted on flying here to have a look.

At first, the Primarch of the World Eaters was bored with the endless swamp. The emerald green swamp was like a festering sore on the earth, disgusting. All kinds of strange animals walked on this swamp. The filthy and bizarre shape made Angron feel a little uncomfortable, especially an animal with a rat head and a snake body and a deer tail almost made Angron order the hippogryph to go down and chop it in half.

But he was no longer the madman who acted on anger and hatred, and he signaled the hippogryph to continue flying.

"Are you tired?" After flying for another forty minutes, Angron found that the wings of his Hippogryph mount Nukelia began to show some signs of fatigue, so he had to order the Hippogryph to land, and the Hippogryph landed on the ground. Behind a hillside where people can still stand, there are several half-dead trees.

"Take a rest, Nukelia, and then we will continue to set off." Angron tied the hippogryph's rein to the tree, and he gently stroked the feathers on the hippogryph's neck, and the hippogryph cried out happily. Sound, the creature was now Angron's loyal steed, and it opened its mouth to taste the dried meat and water.

The jerky was only half fed, and the Primarch of the World Eaters instinctively felt alert. Almost instantly, he reached out and grabbed the pair of axes behind him: "Who!"

"dart!"

He was answered by six poisoned shurikens flying towards Angron in six directions at the same time.

"Drink!" Angron held the battle axes "Flesh Cutter" and "Tearer" in both hands, and blood-red air waves surrounded him. With a few movements, all six shurikens were blown away by him.

His opponent also appeared in the mist.

These are three Skaven assassins in dark blue tights. They all wear face scarves, leggings on their feet, and hold warpstone poison blades on their tails and hands: "diedie!"

"Come on!" Angron clasped the battle ax tightly in both hands, and he felt that he was excited.

"Shadow!" A Ratman Assassin squeezed a seal in his hand, a puff of smoke came out, and it disappeared into the air: "Boom~"

"Small tricks!" Angron didn't care, he narrowed his eyes, waiting for the opponent's attack.

"Lie!" Sure enough, three seconds later, the Ratman Assassin appeared from behind Angron, and the two warpstone blades slashed out two green trails, heading straight for Angron's throat and the back of his head.

But Angron's movements were faster, he let out an angry roar, his muscular body was more sensitive than the Ratman Assassin, he turned around easily, and the Vibranium Tomahawk Ripper scraped a blood-red trace in the air.

There was a rain of blood in the sky, and the two Warpstone Blades and the Ratman Assassin were torn into pieces by the serrated axe.

This move shocked the remaining two Ratman assassins, one of them made a decisive decision: "Ximata! Retreat!"

"Flash!" The two Ratmen assassins immediately pinched out the second seal, a green light flashed, and they appeared five meters away in an instant, planning to escape.

"Don't try to run away! Coward!" Angron grinned high, and he raised the battle ax "Flesh Cleaver" with one hand and slammed the ax on the soft ground. Arm muscles soared, and he pulled back the Flesh Cutter who was embedded in the ground: "Come back!"

Blood-red air waves rolled out from the ground. In the cyclone formed by Angron's huge force, the two ratman assassins lost their balance in the air. They found that their bodies were actually lifted up by the cyclone and flew upside down in despair. To that horrible human being!

"Death!" Angron held the Ripper backwards, and slashed with the battle axe. Blood flashed, and the heads and bodies of the remaining two rat-man assassins were separated.

The battle is over.

"It doesn't look like a very collectible trophy." Angron knelt down and inspected the two intact heads of the Ratman assassins. This was his trophy. He originally wanted to take it away as a souvenir, but considering the horned eagle He finally gave up on the weight of the beast: "Forget it."

"Also, do you want to die too?" Angron looked to the other side of the hillside.

"I have no intention of being your enemy, strong one." A human wearing the helmet of the war goddess Mirmidia, wearing a god-given secret silver breastplate and a full body armor of golden silk scales walked behind the big tree with his hands raised. When he came out, he raised the firecracker in his hand, signaling that he was not malicious: "Everyone is a fellow human being, uh... I mean, I am very happy to meet fellow human beings in this ghostly place."

He has a faint breath, his eyes are shining, blood is surging all over his body, and the space is collapsing. It is obvious that this is a strong man in the sanctuary, and he is obviously young. I don't know why he appears here.

"If you weren't human, you would have died a long time ago." Angron hesitated, but still put down his tomahawk: "This is not the place for you, young man, this place is too dangerous for you."

"Perhaps you are right, but taking people's money and doing things for others is the creed of our bounty hunters." The visitor walked carefully not far from Angron, and he offered his hand: "Introduce yourself, My name is Brenner, I'm a bounty hunter from Tyrell."

"Bounty hunter Brenner? Oh! I've heard your name before, you are one of the three strongest Tyrell mercenaries." Angron suddenly remembered something, and he frowned: "Why do you will appear here?"

"I have received a commission." The bounty hunter Brenner had a row of short swords and sharp knives on his chest, two firecrackers around his waist, a string of bullets on his back, and a battle knife decorated with gems in his hand: "In the depths of this swamp, an army of undead is fighting the army of the Skaven. Prince Miragliano entrusted me with a lot of money to come and investigate."

"The Vampire Earl vs. the Skaven?" Angron became interested.

"Yes." The bounty hunter obviously wanted La Angron to join the team: "I know that you have the strength to gain a foothold on this land, so I won't say any warnings. I would like to ask if you are interested in seeing this battle War? We can investigate together, and I will give you 30% of the commission after the matter is completed. You have also seen the power of the Ratman Assassin. It is too dangerous for me to investigate alone."

"Interesting." Angron thought for a while, then smiled: "Let's go, take me to have a look."

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