Chapter 1848: Chapter 617: Ride a Horse? Bah, We Transia People Have a Better Means of Transportation Now
“Once this batch of new guns is shipped over, we can finally ensure that each member of the expanded Cadman People’s Army has a firearm.”
In the cold winter of Transylvania, Loyal Brother, dressed in a green military coat that looked all too familiar, rubbed his hands together, puffing warm breath while saying to the Honorary Knight Tepaer beside him:
“Of course, it’s still not enough. We need to continue producing the same number of weapons to compensate for losses. Sulk Flywheel is indeed a master of engineering; he guided us for just two days and finally got our semi-automatic bullet assembly line operational. Next, we only need to work hard for twenty days!
At most, a month!
Then the bullet issue that has been troubling us can be eased, though to permanently solve it, I’ll need at least two more production lines.
But once the machinery from Charldo Harbor arrives, that should be enough.”
“This is indeed an urgent matter.”
Tepaer, embodying the true spirit of an RP member, was fully aware that the “otherworldly style military coats” produced by Lady Shui’s tailor shop were incredibly warm, yet he stubbornly wore the “local-style winter clothes.”
Even though he was freezing like a grandson, the Honorary Knight still stood tall and straight.
Watching box after box of guns and bullets being loaded onto carts, he couldn’t help but ask:
“But there has consistently been negative feedback regarding bullet quality during new recruit training. Haven’t you made any improvements in this regard? Sir Marcus informed me that due to machining accuracy issues, bullet jams frequently occur.
There are even cases of dud rounds.”
“I know, I know.”
Mentioning this problem made Loyal Brother’s old face look a bit awkward. He coughed twice and sighed:
“If this were on our side, supplying the army with such substandard bullets would get me hanged on a lamppost first, but now there’s no choice.
The production lines were the result of brainstorming among a few of us. In terms of technical level, even the handcraft masters of White Sand Tile could laugh at us. But, as they say, given the current situation, we work with what we’ve got.
Having a sufficient supply of bullets is already quite good, what more could you ask for?”
“Are you still using ‘local craftsmanship’?”
Tepaer seemed unable to understand. He couldn’t help but softly ask:
“Don’t you have the ‘professional blueprints’? Although I don’t know where you got them from, shouldn’t it be possible to assemble the bullet production lines of World War I or even World War II level?”
“Ha! You really dare to brag!”
Loyal Brother dismissed it with a pout, saying:
“Do you think industrial upgrades are as simple as clicking a tech tree? We do have blueprints, but all the machines have to be machined ourselves, right? I don’t even have a reliable lathe in my hand.
I have repeatedly emphasized to you all that the basic logic of steam engineering is completely different from ours; this thing is essentially a type of ‘fantasy technology.’ If you expect to see that kind of full mechanical assembly line, then you’ll have to start from the lathe with us hardworking folks.
But don’t worry.
Flywheel’s factory has similar things, and before Professor Malcolm left, I also gave him the blueprints and requirements. Production of our mechanical equipment is in the plan, and in at most one and a half months! We’ll be able to assemble a production line close to the level of World War I.
Again, you can’t expect to become fat in one bite! Industry is something that you have to build up step by step and progress slowly.
Hey, let’s not talk about this.
Come, come, today I’ve got something serious to show you.
Let me show you something good.
But don’t blab about it everywhere just yet. This gadget just got finalized, and my buddies and I aren’t sure we can bring a finished product yet.”
Loyal Brother mysteriously led Tepaer towards the factory assembly shop, while Tepaer glanced back at the carriage convoy behind him. The grand ambition of His Excellency Pink Kitty Bunny to monopolize Transylvania’s transportation industry was riding the winds of the Black Disaster. These thirty uniformly styled carriage vehicles were just a small fraction of the massive transport fleet of the Village of the Pride of the Lion King.
Once the Black Disaster is over, His Excellency Meow bunny is very likely to become the “Logistics King” of Transylvania.
I’ve heard that his next step is to collaborate with His Excellency Selak Fender, who is always keen on the “shipping business,” to monopolize the transportation up and down the Kaderman River, then penetrate into Lake Xiuerpres, and from there move into the Kato area and the Ligurian Peninsula.
How wonderful.
Although Tepaer was freezing like a grandson, a warm feeling surged in his heart.
Back then, the village chiefs of the five administrative villages agreed to work towards something great together. Old Huo’s Treasure Bay became an overnight sensation, but everyone else didn’t give up either; they’re all racing along the plans laid out for their villages.
I’ve heard that even the worst-off Mystery Island has excavated high-quality coal, and the Traveling Scholar Brothers are ambitiously preparing to carry out an “energy transition” for Transylvania, which is still burning wood. Meanwhile, his own novice village has completed the herb harvest before the second snow fell, and now it’s the largest supplier to the Avalon Church and the Eye of Wolf God Monastery.
Just yesterday, he conducted the first collective dividend distribution for the villagers.
Although each family didn’t get much money, the joyful expressions of the villagers proved that the months of hard work hadn’t been in vain, and Torrent Castle is bustling more day by day. Although it’s currently just the size of a town, Tepaer believes that he will one day proudly become the City Lord.