But the sky will eventually brighten.

Early the next morning, Eugen and the two beauties he brought, Margaret and Maria, and the old mayor of Lebir City, gathered together in Lebir City for a meeting.

The municipal hall is a newly built building. It has just been put into use and the decoration inside has not been arranged yet, which looks a bit simple, but it is much better than the municipal office before.

The entire municipal hall is very spacious, with thick columns more than ten meters high supporting a circular arched dome, covering an area of ​​half a basketball court, and there is a rectangular marble table that can be used as a thirty person. The layout and structure are very grand.

Sitting at the marble stone table, Eugen said excitedly: "Haha, it seems that Lebre City has developed very well during this period. The city hall is so grand. Well, it is very consistent with my identity."

"Haha, of course, you don't look at who designed it." Then Eugen said, and Maria smiled, as if she was seeking credit.

As the designer of the municipal hall, Maria did it completely according to the royal specifications, and the final result was of course extraordinary.

Margaret, who was standing beside him, also said with a smile: "And your Leborburg, the princess was also designed by herself based on the old castle. She is still under construction and is expected to be moved in in three months."

Both of these are good news. Eugen is already an earl. A castle that matches its identity is also very important. You can't always live in a hotel.

After hearing this, Eugen nodded with satisfaction and praised Maria without hesitation. Then he continued: "There are indeed many good achievements in urban construction, and I can see them when I come back this time. So in other aspects, such as the 'Eugenic musket' you mentioned in the letter, how are you doing now?"

Muskets are what Eugen cares about the most. It can be said that as long as there is no problem with this, no matter how bad other aspects are, there is still room for gaining back.

It can even be said that muskets represent absolute power.

Margaret was responsible for this. She stood up and waved to the back as if she had known Eugen would ask this. A soldier walked up with a long box.

The soldier placed the box on the stone table and then uncovered the lid. Inside the box was a long tubular rifle of about 120 cm, with red velvet underneath.

This rifle is roughly similar to a flintlock rifle, but its structure is much more complex and there are more devices to release magazines and shells.

Margaret strictly abides by Eugen's various requirements, and the musket he created was almost exactly the same as what Eugen had on the drawings. At least from the outside, this rifle was exactly the one Eugen expected.

Eugen stood up and walked to Margaret, looking at the rifle in the box with excitement, his eyes as if they were glowing.

"Good stuff...what's really good stuff."

Eugen reached out to take the rifle out of the box, then put the Krakela two times on the cavity, then gently hooked the index finger of his right hand and pressed the trigger.

Click, a crisp metal impact sounded, and the firing pin bounced back was full of force, which could fully ignite the gunpowder in the bullet and fire the bullet out.

Obviously, from any angle, the production process of this gun is very exquisite and has a very high level. Eugen can already imagine the shocking scene when hundreds of soldiers shoot with guns at the same time.

After carefully checking the gun, Eugen turned his head and stared at Margaret excitedly. He wanted to praise Margaret, but he didn't know how to speak.

However, Margaret misunderstood Eugen's meaning. She looked at Eugen carefully, and then said embarrassedly: "Sorry, Eugen, I didn't do it well, so I created such a musket."

When Eugen was stunned when he heard Margaret's apology for no reason. He didn't know why Margaret said this, so he asked in confusion: "What's wrong? Margaret, what are you talking about? This musket is pretty good."

As he said that, Eugen checked it carefully again, but there was no problem inside and outside the musket. As he imagined, there were some gray-black marks in the chamber, like the one left behind after the burning and explosion of gunpowder.

Margaret pointed to the musket on Eugen's hand and said helplessly: "This musket is very good, but it's too troublesome to load when shooting. It takes a long time for our senior shooters to load the ammunition in, and the blow-up will also cause the hand to be injured when shooting."

Eugen was confused when he heard this. The biggest advantage of this design rifle compared to the old flintlock rifle is that it has a fast loading speed and is not easy to explode. It can be said that it is completely opposite to the situation introduced by Margaret.

"How did you shoot? Can you call the shooter over and demonstrate it to me?" Eugen planned to see the situation during the shooting with his own eyes, so that it would make it easier for him to find problems.

Margaret was simply pointing at the soldier who had brought the gun up just now and said, "He is the excellent shooter. The shooting frequency of using the flintlock can reach two shots per minute, and he is one of the best in the entire shooting team."

Upon hearing this, Eugen looked at the soldier. He was a veteran, about forty years old and had thick calluses on his right hand. This was all because he had been grinding out for too long. From this, it can be seen that he had rich shooting experience.

After receiving Margaret's order, the veteran took the new Eugen musket from Eugen and was about to shoot and display Eugen and others.

Eugen looked at it with fun, and saw that the veteran held the gun after taking the rifle, and the movement of pulling the bolt was very quick. Until this step, there was no problem with the veteran's shooting.

Then, he suddenly took out a gunpowder bag from his arms, took out a round projectile, then opened the gunpowder bag, poured the gunpowder into the barrel, and stuffed the projectile from the barrel. A set of actions were completed in one go.

Eugen was shocked to see it. This was the first time he had seen someone use a rifle like this.

After doing this, the rifle's chamber was filled with gunpowder powder, and the veteran pulled out an iron rod and began to stab the gunpowder hard.

Judging from the rough movements, Eugen was worried that the precision structure in the barrel would be damaged by him. If he really wanted to use it in this way, after that war, there would probably be more abandoned guns than soldiers.

After a full minute, all the gunpowder was filled firmly in the narrow bullet bay. The place where the rifle bullets were originally placed was now filled with fine black gunpowder.

Then he began to poke the projectile along the barrel and squeeze the space of gunpowder in the barrel as much as possible.
Chapter completed!