Sil was disgusted by the commander's reaction to retreat before he tried it, and snorted softly and said, "Commander, there are not so many impossibilities in this world, you should only give up if you try to do something and find that it is really impossible, do you say?"
The commander nodded resignedly: "Yes, yes, Duchess, you are right." ” The Duchess is now a celebrity in national politics, and even if what she says doesn't make sense, he must admit that it makes sense.
Sil snorted, feeling a little better than just now.
She raised her head and looked at the commander and discussed: "Commander, you bring me the book of materials for making munitions back to study, and you study here, our purpose is to develop a powerful but small size and small cost, so that every soldier can carry it with him, understand?"
If every soldier wore one of those guns, the enemy would naturally be afraid to invade.
It was much more practical than she had thought of making shells.
The commander nodded a few times: "Understand, don't worry, Duchess, I will definitely work hard to study" The commander turned around and walked in the direction of the door, "Duchess, I'll go and bring you a book of materials for research on munitions, you can wait here for a while."
"Okay."
Sil turned to look back at the spear hanging on the wall, and sighed to himself that it was not easy for him to be a duchess.
Not only do you have to take care of your own property.
Not only to take care of the king's harem.
Now she has to take care of things like arms, which can't fight with her.
Ay.
Cill chuckled a little silly.
She was very tired and tired every day.
But she has to admit that she likes the feeling of being busy.
Maybe when she was busy, she wouldn't think of her good life in Europe and sigh pessimistically.
Maybe when she's busy, she doesn't think of her father and Karen, whose fate is uncertain, and tears rain down.
Or maybe when she was busy, she didn't think of the man who pushed her to hell with his own hands, and she thought of the child who died in her womb before she was born, and she broke down with hatred.
Seale was sitting in his office chair in the ledger, looking down through the munitions book on his desk.
She looked at it for a moment and frowned in annoyance, because she had not had any idea of inventing a new weapon for a long time.
That's really hard.
Take a gun as an example, if you want to increase the power of the gun, you have to increase the length of the gun.
But if the length of the gun increases, the agility of the soldier is greatly reduced.
Reducing agility makes the soldier several times more likely to be killed by the enemy than if he doesn't increase his length, which is more than worth the loss.
Ay.
She felt that she had really blamed the commander just now, and it was not easy to make a weapon like that. yes.
If it was so easy to invent a high-power, small-size-less and low-cost gun, other countries would have invented it a long time ago.
Cill raised her hand and rubbed her aching temples, and she looked up at the empty garden outside the door.
She wanted to call the maid standing by the door to come in and press her shoulder, but when she didn't look up, she found that Fred, the butler, was hurrying towards the bookkeeper.
What happened Cill frowned a little uneasily.
Fred, the butler, walked to the desk, wiped the sweat from his old face with his hand, looked at Cill and hurriedly said, "Oh no, no, Duchess" Cill stood up and asked nervously, "What's going on, so panicked" oshow7 t1706231537: