Bangbangbang...

The three red-ridged guards fiddled with a strange instrument. One of them grabbed the handle and shook the object similar to the rotary dial on the instrument. Whenever the rotary dial rotated, the instrument would make a loud noise. The other was holding the instrument and fiddling with the caliper on the instrument, constantly correcting the orientation of the instrument so that it would not deviate from the direction due to recoil force. The last one was holding a metal chain on the other side, and the other hand slowly exerted force to send the metal chain on the instrument.

Roger was not familiar with the first two, but he was too familiar with the things in the hands of the third guard. Although he had never touched that thing, he saw it in TV series and movies so many times that he didn't know how many of them were.

This thing is nothing else, it is something called a bullet link.

He glanced at Snyder beside him and Roger said dissatisfiedly: "Don't tell me that this is the machine gun I want. Can its turtle-like fire rate be used as a weapon? My subordinates are more efficient than this when they use swords."

Machine gun?

That's right, it's a machine gun.

Snyder is a goblin engineer who is very particular about weapons. In Roger's opinion, this guy can even make a prototype of the Death God like a mecha. If a weapon like a machine gun is not like a game?

In theory, it seems that it is not a big deal to let Snyder build a machine gun, but in actual operation, it is a thousand miles away from what Roger thinks.

Look at what Snyder made?

Machine guns can indeed be called machine guns. Just based on Roger's simple description to him, Snyder really made a machine gun that looked like a look like a look. The problem is that he stopped at the look like a look.

"Do you have anything else to be unsatisfied with?" Snyder was puzzled. "Compared to the rifle used by the dwarves, our weapon called machine guns does not need to be so troublesome. Just turn the machine to attack the target continuously. Believe me, this is simply a genius invention. The dwarves will pull off their beards in shock."

If I believe in your evil, just blow it.

Roger glared at Snyder in anger, interrupting the goblin's bragging. Such a machine gun has nine points in appearance, and its operation method is not much different from what Roger knows, but what about the key fire rate?

At an average speed of one bullet fired in one second, what can you say to Roger?

This is simply speed.

In Roger's impression, machine guns should be like a trigger and a strait... the kind of shooting crazy. If they fail to meet such standards, what else can they talk about killing enemies?

"Improving the rate of fire? Are you sure?"

After understanding what Roger was not satisfied with, Snider did not say that it was difficult to do it and it took time to make him think about nonsense like Balabara. It was not a problem for him to increase his firing rate by creating a prototype of the Death God.

"Why should we increase the rate of fire so high?" What Snyder didn't understand is that "I'm unreasonable. If you follow your requirements, a large number of bullets will be wasted in every battle. Please think carefully. If we use high rate of fire, the materials consumed in each battle will increase sharply. These are all money, all money!"

Roger understood, no wonder Snyder made a defective product. It turned out that it was a different concept. In the eyes of goblins, increasing the rate of fire will cause great waste. Will stingy goblins allow waste?

Obviously, not.

You can't get money from goblins. Once you get money, you will fall into a state of hysteria, especially in the eyes of goblins, which are wasteful money.

Roger curled his lips, and his invisible spiritual power pressed over, which shocked the goblin merchant directly. When Snyder closed his mouth tightly, Roger then said: "Even if it is wasteful, it is a waste of my money. Why are you excited? I have told you that money is not a problem in what I like."

Yes, it’s not my money, why am I excited?

I'm used to it, but I'm really used to it.

Snyder smiled and said, "Lord Roger, you see that you are a generous person. I will do what you say, so don't worry."

Is it a hint that I am generous and flattering me to give you more labor fees?

Goblins are indeed asking for money.

"Do your best to improve it, the more it satisfies me, the more you get. In addition, I will give you another request. The Red Ridge-Linged Guards should not have only such a weapon without driving the Grim Reaper prototype. I hope you can use your talents to develop as many supporting weapons as possible to adapt to various terrain and various situations."

After saying that, Roger deliberately paused and emphasized his tone to the last sentence: "Remember, money is not a problem."

Snyder did not react much, but the last sentence made his eyes shine. The goblin engineer slapped his chest and said, "Look at it, generous Lord Lord."

"I'll wait for your good news."

After saying this, Roger waved his hand and signaled that Snyder could leave. The goblin engineer who was eager to develop more weapons to earn gold coins actually ran out quickly without Roger rushing.

For Sneed, a gun weapon like a machine gun, it is really not too simple for Sneed, who can develop a prototype of the Death alone. Improving the rate of fire of the machine gun and developing similar weapons is no different in Sneed's eyes. Sneed came up with several new weapons on the way back. What he had to do next was to draw the ideas in his mind into drawings and then make them into real objects.

When Snyder thought of having a lot of extra money in addition to providing engineering training for the Red Ridge Leaders, he was full of energy.

He really loved the place where Chijiling is, because there is a generous lord who is not short of money and is willing to spend money - Roger.

After Snyder left, the escort began to dismantle the machine gun. The reason why Roger was not satisfied was that in addition to the rate of fire, the machine gun itself also had many shortcomings. It required multiple people to operate it, and on the other hand, it was very unrelated to use it for combat, because every time it was used, it had to be assembled and fixed first, and it had to be disassembled after it was finished. It was too easy to have problems on the ever-changing battlefield.

Leaving the guards' soldiers to do things, McGonagall approached Roger: "Master, it would be quite useful if it was placed on the wall of the town."

What McGonagh said was the machine gun being dismantled.

These days, McGonagall has also developed a certain military vision. He knows that Snyder's machine gun is still an unqualified product for offense, but if used in defense, it is also a good weapon.

The reason why you think it's good is that you have never seen a real machine gun, with a firing rate of one second. I might as well let you play rifles like dwarves. At least the cost of rifles is much lower.

He hooked his finger at McGonagall, and Roger told him: "Choose some smart people who are talented in engineering, and let them attack Snyder. I don't want the weapons in the territory to be made for us by outsiders."

McGonagall's eyes rolled and said repeatedly: "I understand, the little one understands."
Chapter completed!