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"Is this the legendary cannon?" Mo Bai stared at the painting on the paper for a while, and looked at Mag with a slightly weird expression. There is no way to imagine how to use this thing to throw things out.

Mag heard that he stared at the piece of paper for a while. He hadn't drawn a drawing for many years, and had degenerated into a soul painter. There is indeed something about this bullshit... It's hard to say.

"This is a sketch, let me draw you a more detailed schematic." Mag turned the page calmly, sat upright, and began to draw seriously on the paper with a pencil in his hand.

What Mag drew for Mobai is the artillery with the simplest principle, which is almost at the level of the red cannon in the late Qing Dynasty. The cannon barrel is front-loaded, the principle is simple, and the manufacture is relatively easy.

Of course, the most important thing is that the more advanced cannon McGonagall doesn't know much about it, so asking him to draw a schematic diagram is really embarrassing for him.

If it's not a problem to ask him to draw the schematic diagram of a firearm, he is familiar with that.

However, the difficulty of manufacturing firearms is not comparable to that of ordinary artillery. The various craftsmanship are extremely demanding. It is much more difficult to make a firearm with stronger lethality than a simple artillery. It is correct to start from the simple the way to open.

After all, he was a man from a professional background. He was able to draw drawings of internal combustion engines freehand. Seriously, drawing a simple schematic diagram of a simple artillery is naturally not a problem.

"The principle of the artillery is actually very simple, but the lethality mainly depends on the explosives enclosed in the airtight iron ball. The energy released at the moment of explosion determines whether the bomb can kill a giant dragon. The specific principle... "While drawing, Mag explained to Mo Bai the principle of how the cannon shoots the shell.

Mo Bai also gradually became convinced from being skeptical at the beginning, his eyes became brighter and his expression became more and more worshipful, as if the door to a new world had been opened.

"The specific principle is probably like this. The core and most critical thing in making a cannon is the strength of the cannon body, which determines the effective range of the cannon. You are a blacksmith.

You should know more about this than I do. Mag put down the pen in his hand, and three sheets of standard gunpowder paper had appeared on the paper, and even the manufacturing process was marked in detail.

"Boss Mai, you must be a genius." Mo Bai stared at the drawing for a while, then looked up at Mag, his eyes full of admiration.

Mag's culinary skills have already conquered his stomach, but the genius idea he is showing now completely convinces him.

If the explosive he unintentionally tested is a novel discovery, then Mag's idea now is to directly use this novelty with feasibility.

Using the huge energy generated by the violent combustion of gunpowder to push the projectile-shaped explosives to fly out, creating a closed space with a semi-closed long tubular barrel, and at the same time giving the shells a controllable running direction, what a genius idea!

"I'm not a genius, I just know a little bit more." Mag smiled and shook his head, it seems that Mobai should understand what he meant, as for the level of artillery he can produce, it's not Mag who needs to worry That's right, it will probably take a lot of time to get a gun barrel that meets the standard.

And until the problem of gunpowder stability is solved, nothing can be done.

As a man who can make bullets by himself, Mag actually has a lot of research on the ratio of gunpowder, but Mo Bai's method of adding magic beast crystal nucleus powder to gunpowder to increase the power of explosives is simply a black technology.

This made Magson stop the urge to make suggestions. Without the limitation of fixed thinking, he might really be able to come up with a terrifyingly powerful explosive.

After all, this is a different world. Bullets made of ordinary gunpowder may be difficult to defend against ordinary monsters. This is why Mag feels that even if hot weapons appear in this world, it will be difficult to change the world. After all, a powerful fire magic A division is better than a cannon.

But the magic crystal gunpowder that Mobai made before made Mag see some possibility. Whether it is a powerful bomb or using them in firearms, after the huge energy is concentrated and exploded, it may really be able to have a huge impact on the dragon. threaten.

"It is cast as a whole, and it needs to be able to withstand the explosion of the previous level. It is really not an easy task to make such a cannon body, but I will study it carefully." Mo Bai put away the two pieces of paper on the table , got up and looked at Mag and said solemnly.

"You're being polite, but I still hope that experiments related to explosions won't be done at home in the future, or I won't feel safe living nearby." Mag smiled and shook his head, not forgetting to remind again.

According to the principle of gradual death, the degree of death will gradually increase with each death. Mag doesn't want to be blown up to the sky in his sleep one day.

"No, not in the future." Mo Bai quickly waved his hand.

"Boss Mobai? Are you still alive?" At this moment, an angry voice came out from outside.

"The house repairer is here. Boss Mai, I'll go first. I'm really sorry about what happened today." Mo Bai glanced at the door and said apologetically.

"Okay." Mag nodded, but didn't say anything more. After all, he was also a neighbor, and Mo Bai was the first customer of the restaurant.

"The magic cannon might be interesting." Mag looked at the back of Mo Bai going out, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and suddenly looked forward to the scene where Mo Bai pulled a cannon and blasted down the giant dragon in the sky with one shot .

Putting away the notebooks and cups on the table, Mag turned and walked towards the kitchen, put on an apron, and began to prepare various ingredients for breakfast.

When holding the kitchen knife, Mag felt that his entire right hand was numb from the fingers to the shoulder. The high-intensity exercise last night still affected the body to some extent, but the benefits are obvious. The sensitivity and response of the body have improved. improve.

After chopping twice, Mag suddenly stopped, looked at the kitchen knife in his hand, and looked at the chicken legs on the chopping board, thinking in his heart: "Now the most repeated things every day are cutting vegetables and cooking, and every action is repeated. Thousands of times, if you can integrate sword practice into it, wouldn't you be able to kill two birds with one stone?"

"Cut." Mag took half a step back, muttered softly, and slashed down with the kitchen knife in his hand. The chicken leg was broken in response to the knife, and the incision was smooth, leaving a shallow knife mark on the chopping board.

"It's okay, but the control of strength needs to be strengthened." Mag nodded slightly, and slashed out with the kitchen knife in his hand again, the speed became faster and faster, and the chicken turned into small diamond-shaped cubes under the knife.

The angle and strength of the knife are a little different from before, but as time goes by, from the beginning of deliberate gradually become proficient, the speed is getting faster and faster, almost only a golden light can be seen flashing, a The whole chicken leg becomes a uniform small piece.

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