Chapter 378, Steam and Magic Energy
The ratmen roared in from the east of the main continent, raising their flags high, boundless and dark, crossing the solid defense line that had hindered them for a long time, shouting fanatically He started running wildly.
But this is not a good thing for the Youyan people.
Caesar finally put his name on the joint letter.
Those young figures began to embark on the battlefield in excitement. It was obvious that these too young figures did not understand what they were going to face.
In general, they do not have a clearer understanding of what war represents than those who have experienced it firsthand.
A slightly older girl ran wildly through the crowded streets, passing through winding alleys, and finally stopped in front of a simple shack.
Pushing open the door of the shack, a silent guy appeared in front of him.
It can be seen that this guy is not very old, but for some reason, he looks lifeless.
The girl shouted loudly towards the silent guy.
"Xius, the recruitment of soldiers started outside today. I have to sign up. I won't be able to take care of you every day. You can't be drunk every day anymore!"
It's only for a while. But there was no response.
What caught his eyes was still that dull and lifeless expression.
The girl couldn't help but bite her lip.
This guy is rotting. He has always been like this over the years. It was obviously not like this before.
This made the girl yell at him even louder.
"Xius, I will definitely go back. In order to avenge Grandpa Pitchfork, and to avenge you, those rat people are back!"
Maybe after hearing the word rat people, This sluggish guy finally regained his composure.
Just very quickly, this look dimmed again.
The girl has not become more depressed, she has been like this for the past three years.
After that fearless and brave knight encountered obstacles from one lord to another, was expelled from one church after another, became more and more silent, and finally settled in the edge city on the eastern coast of the empire, he changed a lot.
Drinking all day long, he sold his armor and war horse.
Became a hopeless rotten person.
In a trance, drunk as mud.
After leaving the house, the woman next to her greeted the girl enthusiastically.
The girl responded happily.
"Good afternoon, Aunt Larry!"
Suddenly, as if he thought of something, there was a bit of panic on his face.
"I can't talk to you anymore, Aunt Larry, I still have things to do!"
After that, he left in a hurry.
inside the house.
That lifeless guy did not remain sluggish any longer.
Muttering the word "rat man" in his mouth, he slowly stood up. Under the bed in the corner of the room, the man pulled out a long box. When he opened the box, a long sword stained with dust lay quietly. Lying in the box, he carefully wiped off the dust on the long sword with his hands, and dots of purple stars appeared on the body of the long sword.
A dazzling light appeared in front of him. When the man picked up the long sword, it was the sunlight outside the house that shone through the sword body and onto the man's face.
The impatient and careless girl forgot to close the door.
An unfamiliar face appeared in front of him, with messy long hair, a long knotted beard stained with oil, a pale face, a thin figure, and dull eyes.
For the first time in these years, the man's mood began to agitate violently.
The long sword in his hand fell from his hand, and he staggered back a few steps, his eyes and face full of fear.
This is not him, he will not be like this, he will not be like this.
He just sat down on the ground, his face full of fear and ferocity like a wounded beast.
Amid this commotion, a woman pushed open the door that was not closed tightly.
"What happened! This is Old Peter's territory! You petty thieves should be careful!"
What caught my eye was not the shameful thieves but the thieves. A man slumped on the ground with a ferocious face and a terrifying aura.
“Get out! Get out of here!”
The woman fled.
More sunlight shone in, and the room was bright. It was too dazzling. The sunlight was too dazzling!
The man waved his arms subconsciously, trying to grab something from the ground to block the sunlight. He grabbed a wine bottle, and the light green glass bottle was raised in front of him.
On the curved surface, the man's face appeared again, and this time he could finally see it clearly.
The wine bottle fell and broke, and the man's face became a little calmer.
Muttering quietly.
"Why did I look like this?"
As night fell, the girl finally finished her busy work. Her whole body was dark, but she had two more silver coins in her hand.
She happily grabbed two silver coins.
Today she went to help Mrs. Lange on the long street to open the chimney. Although Mrs. Lange did not keep her at home to eat, she got a full reward.
Two silver coins!
As long as Lance doesn't drink and buys more potatoes and long fish, these two silver coins will be enough for the two of them to eat for half a month.
The girl was very happy about this.
Just thinking about what happened today, the notice I saw on the long street at noon, the black and smiling face became a little more distressed.
She really wants to go, but what should she do if she goes to Lance? After she goes to the army, she will send money back every month, but with Lance like this, no one cares about him. He will starve to death at home.
There was a bit of distress on his face.
In fact, he also thought about whether to leave Lance behind, after all, he looked too unseemly like this.
Just when she first came to this city, she was once targeted by an ugly gangster. The gangster offered to buy her from Lance. At that time, although Lance was drunk, , but drew out the long sword without hesitation.
On that day, he roared loudly at those gangsters again.
She also made up her mind that day, she would not abandon Lance.
Aunt Larry seemed to have been lingering in front of the simple shack for a long time, and the girl greeted her sweetly.
She responded with a smile. Just when the girl was about to push open the door of the shack, there was a little more hesitation on the woman's face.
She told the girl.
“Be careful, there seems to be something wrong with that crazy brother of yours. If you have any questions, you must shout out!”
The girl responded obediently and just pushed the door open. But without any hesitation or hesitation.
The woman was helpless and wanted to say something else, but she saw the man in the room through the crack in the door, with a bit of fear on her face.
I don’t know why, but the usually crazy drunkard showed such a look today, which made her inexplicably scared.
Today’s house is in a completely different state than usual. There is no wine bottle rolling on the floor, no pungent smell of wine, no longer dark, and no longer that dull sitting figure. Guy on the chair.
The candles were lit, the house was cleaned, and boiled potatoes and long fish with their heads cut off were placed on the table.
The former knight, that brave knight, shaved off his beard and cut his hair short. His face was still pale, but his eyes were no longer so empty.
Witnessing this scene, the girl stood motionless at the door for a long time.
Until a deep voice sounded.
“It’s time to eat, Anna!”
Anna felt that today’s boiled potatoes were extremely salty.
The next day, Anne happily waved her arms to the men in the room. She was about to leave. At this time, Lance stopped her. Lance took out a long sword and Delivered to Anne's hands.
Lance said nothing more.
Anne waved her arms goodbye.
Watching Anne's figure disappear at the end of the long street.
Lance returned to the house.
He sat in this simple shack for a long time.
He didn't stop Annie from leaving, even if it was to go to the battlefield, no matter what it was, it was better than rotting silently in the corner of the city with him.
He should have died a long time ago.
Maybe dying in Mountain Dew isn't such a bad thing.
But it’s not bad.
After a long time, the still worried woman opened the door again, but this time, what came into view was a figure that was hung high.
A scream echoed through the area, startling many people.
Nothing big happened, it was just that a knight who did not get out of his past chose to die in the end.
In the city square, a girl named Annie was rejected by the recruiting officer. Soon after, a boy from the slums named Anri returned here again.
The tall recruiting officer originally didn't want to talk to the boy, but after seeing that stubborn expression, he sighed helplessly.
In this way, this stubborn boy from the slums was assigned to the logistics department.
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Desolate mountains, underground rat city.
Today, a novel thing was tinkered with.
A heavy steam locomotive whizzed forward in the straight underground tunnel.
But is this really valuable?
The Skaven Council sent several Skaven priests to evaluate this.
During this time, the loyal rat priests in the rat council have been looking for a way to more efficiently connect every city in the rat empire.
Their intentions in doing this may not be good.
Maybe it is to better suppress the rebellion there, but the rat people really need such a thing.
Just how to put it, the loyal rat priests do need a more efficient means of transportation, but whether this heavy and whirring instrument is qualified is a question that needs to be considered. .
The big-clawed priest who invented this set of steam machinery was eager to explain something, but he spoke too quickly and had too much to say. Instead, he didn't say anything. It was like a blur. Jumping up and down like a monkey.
It’s just that no matter how much you dance, this is not a funny dance performance conference or some stupid guy’s competition. These rat priests who are responsible for the evaluation will not give any higher evaluation to it.
In the end, the wheeled flatbed trailer connected to the front of the steam locomotive became the only highlight of this design. Several of the evaluating rat priests shook their heads and left in disappointment, leaving behind a look on their face. The rat man knelt on the ground in despair and despair.
Damn, he likes this steam locomotive so much!
For this set of steam locomotives, he changed his name to wheels!
If I had known earlier, it would have been changed to Long Live the Great God. Perhaps in this way, those guys could give themselves a better evaluation.
After all, before they evaluate their works, they must shout, Long live the great god!
The big-clawed priest who fell to the ground as if his color had faded was regretful. Thinking like this.
…………, but I am afraid that he will be disappointed. Perhaps even if it is changed to Long Live the Great God, changing his name to such a name may not make his colleagues look more favorably on him.
Although flattering the great gods is absolutely politically correct among the rat people, but how to put it, maybe it is just not possible...
But there is no need to despair so quickly. After all, although my performance is not very good, I can't stop my colleagues from stretching their hips even more.
An even bigger giant rat, an even bigger giant rat made of steel gears and steam engines. He is bigger than ordinary giant rats, more expensive than ordinary giant rats, and more expensive than ordinary giant rats. The giant rat walked even slower.
An even bigger giant rat………….
By the way, there is even a familiar face like Gear Rat among the contestants. He is still sparing no effort to promote his terrifying giant wheel. His terrifying giant wheel has reached a very mature stage. It can be driven by a single person. Moving forward at extremely high speeds, the wheels are surrounded by sharp gears that rotate at high speeds.
Just how to put it, it is obvious that those loyal rat priests just want a better means of transportation, and since the advent of the steam tank, the terrifying giant wheel of the Gear Rat has been There is really no future.
Amidst the confusion of demons and monsters, these loyal rat priests had no choice but to return to the original option.
At the very least, in the plan given by the wheel rat, the carrying capacity of the steam locomotive has indeed far exceeded that of the ordinary giant rat.
Of course, there are actually other reasons for such a simple finalization.
It is inseparable from the ocean transportation channel that Shengqi is promoting.
In short, the final plan was finalized, with the ecstatic expression of the wheel rat.
The original version of the steam locomotive was quickly improved through several rounds of improvements and became usable.
The potential of the steam engine is indeed very good, especially when the rat people's steam engine is not an ordinary steam engine, but a composite power source that uses magic steam energy to mix.
Although there are many problems with controllability, this problem was successfully solved after laying restrictive metal tracks in the underground tunnel.
The rat people began to lay out metal tracks one after another.
The era of steam magic energy belonging to the rat people took this as an introduction and officially began.
(End of this chapter)