"Is this the legendary cannon?" Mobai stared at the drawing on the paper for a long while before turning to Mag with a peculiar expression. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't help but feel that this drawing wasn't very legitimate, and he couldn't think of a way to use it to throw it out.
Meg stared at the paper for a while after hearing that. He had not drawn for many years, and had degenerated into a spiritual painter. This cannon was indeed a little … hard to say.
"This is a sketch. Let me draw you a more detailed schematic." Meg turned a page calmly, sat up straight, and started drawing on the paper seriously with the pencil in his hand.
Meg drew Mobai a cannon with the simplest schematic. It was almost at the level of the Red Coat Cannon in the late Qing Dynasty. It had a large barrel and a front-loading method. The schematic was simple, and it was relatively easy to manufacture.
Of course, the most important thing was that Meg did not know much about more advanced cannons. It was really difficult for him to draw a schematic.
It was not a problem for him to draw a schematic of a gun. He was familiar with it.
However, the difficulty of manufacturing a gun was not comparable to that of an ordinary cannon. The various craftsmanship requirements were extremely high. It was much more difficult to make a gun with a higher lethality than a simple cannon. The right way to start was to start from the basics.
After all, he was a man who had a professional background. It was naturally not a problem for him to draw a simple schematic of a cannon when he was serious about it.
"The schematic of a cannon is actually very simple. However, the lethality mainly depends on the explosive sealed in an airtight iron ball. The energy released at the moment of explosion determines whether the bomb can kill a giant dragon. As for the specific schematic …" Meg explained the schematic of a cannon to Mobai in simple terms as he drew.
Mobai's initial doubts gradually turned into trust. His eyes became brighter and his expression became more and more reverent. It was as if the door to a new world had been opened.
"The specific schematic is roughly like this. The core and most important factor in manufacturing a cannon is the strength of the cannon body. This determines the effective range of the cannon. You are a blacksmith, so you should know this better than me." Meg put down the pen in his hand. On the paper, there were three pieces of standard flame-colored paper. Even the manufacturing process was marked in detail.
"Mr. Mak, you must be a genius." Mobai stared at the blueprint for a while, then looked up at Meg with admiration in his eyes.
Meg's culinary skills had already conquered his stomach, so the genius idea that he was showing now completely convinced him.
If the explosive that he had unwittingly experimented with was a novel discovery, then Mag's current idea was to put this novel discovery to practical use.
Using the huge energy generated by the violent combustion of the gunpowder to propel the projectile into the air, using the semi-enclosed long barrel to create a sealed space, and at the same time, allowing the projectile to have a controllable trajectory. What a genius idea!
"I'm not a genius. I just know a little bit more." Mag shook his head with a smile. It appeared that Mobai had understood his intentions. As for what kind of cannon he could create, that wasn't something that Mag had to worry about. It would most likely take him a lot of time to create a cannon barrel that met the standards.
And before the problem of the stability of the gunpowder was solved, there was no way to proceed.
As a man who could make his own bullets, Meg was actually quite knowledgeable about the ratio of gunpowder. However, Mobai's method of adding the powder of magical beast cores to the gunpowder to increase the power of the explosive was simply black technology.
This made Meg hold back his urge to make suggestions. Without the restriction of fixed thinking, he might really be able to make a terrifying explosive.
After all, this was a different world. Bullets made from ordinary gunpowder might not even be able to penetrate the defenses of ordinary magical beasts. This was also why Meg felt that even if firearms appeared in this world, it would be difficult to change the world. After all, a powerful fire magician was more useful than a cannon.
However, the magic crystal gunpowder that Mobai had concocted had given Mag a glimpse of a certain possibility. Regardless of whether it was a powerful bomb or a firearm, perhaps it really could pose a threat to giant dragons after a massive explosion of energy.
Mobai put away the two pieces of paper on the table, stood up, and looked at Meg solemnly and gratefully. "It's a complete casting, and it needs to be able to withstand the previous explosion. It's not a simple thing to make such a cannon body, but I'll do my best to study it."
Meg smiled and shook his head, not forgetting to remind Mobai again. "You're welcome. However, I still hope that you won't do any explosive experiments at home in the future. Otherwise, living next to you will be a little insecure."
According to the principle of gradual courting death, the degree of courting death would gradually increase with each courting death. Meg did not want to be blown up into the sky one day in his sleep.
"No, I won't. I won't do it in the future." Mobai quickly waved his hand.
"Boss Mobai? Are you still alive? "At this moment, a voice full of energy called out from outside.
"The people who are repairing the house are here. Mr. Mak, I'll go first. I'm really sorry about today." Mobai looked at the door and said apologetically.
"Okay." Meg nodded, and did not say anything else. After all, they were neighbors, and Mobai was the restaurant's first customer.
"If it's a magic cannon, it might be very interesting." Meg looked at Mobai's back as he walked out of the door. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. Suddenly, he was looking forward to the scene of Mobai pulling a cannon and blasting the giant dragon down from the sky with one shot.
After putting away the notebook and cup on the table, Meg turned and walked towards the kitchen. He put on an apron and began to prepare the various ingredients for breakfast.
When holding the kitchen knife, Meg felt a slight numbness in his entire right hand, from his fingers to his shoulder. The high-intensity training last night had more or less affected his body, but the benefits were obvious. His body's sensitivity and reaction had increased.
After chopping twice, Meg suddenly stopped. He looked at the kitchen knife in his hand and then at the chicken leg on the chopping board. He thought to himself, The thing that I repeat the most every day is chopping and cooking. Every action is repeated thousands of times. If I can integrate sword practice into it, wouldn't I be able to kill two birds with one stone?
"Chop." Mag took half a step back as he murmured under his breath. He swung the cleaver in his hand, and the chicken leg was severed. The incision was very smooth, and only a shallow cut was left on the chopping board.
"Not bad, but I need to improve the control of my strength." Meg nodded slightly. The kitchen knife in his hand chopped down again, faster and faster. Under the knife, the chicken was cut into small diamond-shaped cubes.
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