"Mr. Moser." Mason asked very politely: "Do you have any good solutions?"

For a moment, everyone present focused their eyes on Moser Jack. Everyone stared at the young stonemason apprentice with suspicion, expectation, and enviousness.

"My master..." Mother Jack swallowed his saliva hard: "There is a unique skill that can work underwater. Maybe it will come in handy this time."

Mason frowned slightly: "What...a unique skill?"

The stonemason apprentice bit her lower teeth: "Cacupoint!"

...

The "gunpowder coffin" that was blasted underwater was soon ready - the most prosperous thing in Xinkendi is the coffin business.

The "caisson" mentioned by the stonemason apprentice cannot be made for a while, and there is nothing ready-made.

However, time was tight, and the Maple Stone City Church had a bronze bell that had been cast and had not yet been put on the tower. After asking the stonemason's apprenticeship for his advice, Father Kaman came forward and borrowed the bell.

Moser Jack was anchored on the large ship above the inlet of the culvert, barely stripped, with only a rope tied around his waist and a small tart cloth bag hanging around his neck.

The others on the boat watched quietly as the stonemason apprentice prepare to enter the water, and all looked respectfully.

This is not a life-threatening thing, it is a death. The bronze bell weighs a thousand pounds, and it depends entirely on its own buoyancy and the cable lifted above. If it is slightly overturned, it is not a "caught box", but a "sinking coffin".

Not to mention, how to operate in a big clock that can only barely fit in? How to escape after ignition?

"Mr. Moser Jack." Mason was quite unbearable: "We owe you a favor."

"Hisser Mason." The young stonemason apprentice shook his head: "Please tell the Lord Montane that I came to do this on my own."

After saying that, the young man bit a dagger in his mouth, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and jumped from the deck into the water.

With a few sounds of knocks from the bronze bell, the winch began to rotate, and the bronze bell with the "gunpowder coffin" also began to slowly sink.

...

At noon, Major Felt's most worried thing happened.

As a low roar came from the direction of the river, huge columns of water rose up on the river surface. Many river water was even blown down into the maple leaf fort, drizzling like rain.

The "well water" that the defenders of the entire fortress depended for survival became turbid.
Chapter completed!