Feather blades flying together

Sitting in the bedroom at night, covering the corners of the curtains to make sure that no light would leak out, Chris took out the ore samples brought back from the workshop and all the additives he could find and analyzed them one by one.

Fortunately, the method of processing materials in this world is relatively simple. The optical brain has enough energy to use atomic-level segmentation standards to quickly give various purification schemes and solutions.

While analyzing, Chris tried his best to briefly describe the improvement methods of various materials in a way that the world can understand.

Although when I came back from the workshop, because of the behavior of the willful old men, I had an impulse to think that since it’s okay to go out of the way, I’ll scare them to death with a missile...

When he really calmed down and started working, Chris resumed his rigor as a scientific researcher, tried to abide by the principle of time travel, and did not easily affect the progress of any civilization on a large scale.

It was written until dawn that the sky was bright outside, and there were noises downstairs.

Daisy and the others lightly got up to wash and cook, and then there was a low-pitched conversation, as if Bazel's father had come over.

Holding a thick stack of documents, Chris swayed downstairs while yawning, "Good morning everyone..."

Bazel turned around with the fruit plate, and when he saw him, he exclaimed, "My God, what's wrong with you, you look so bad, did you get tired yesterday?" Seeing the information in his hand, "This What is it?"

"Improvement of the material for making the cannon barrel," Chris rubbed his face, put the materials on the table, went to wash his face, looked in the mirror and found two deep dark circles under his eyes.

Due to the extremely white skin, the dark circles under the eyes looked rather shocking, the hair was scratched in a mess, and the feathers were drooping listlessly.

Bazel took a look at the records, which listed how the forged steel is relatively brittle, what materials to add may increase the tolerance to high temperatures, and how to ensure the stability of the components during the forging process...

Each of them raises many possibilities and needs to be tested step by step. If you take out any page, you can see that Chris has really put a lot of effort into it.

Looking at the ones who made the children tired, Bazel frowned, they were all those annoying old guys.

Arthur is not at home, and it is his responsibility as an elder to take care of his partner.

Thinking about it this way, after Chris came out of the bathroom, Bazel pushed him directly to the edge of the dining table, "What time did you go to bed last night?"

Chris hesitated, "I don't really remember."

Bazel poked him on the forehead, "I guess you haven't slept," sorting out the stack of materials, "Okay, Dad will go to the workshop and hand over these to the masters, and let them strictly follow what you wrote. You will stay at home and sleep today, okay?"

"But..." Chris thought about the group of excited grandpas, in case he went to play with yesterday's semi-finished product again, "The elders should be very anxious. I still have to explain the cannon barrel yesterday, it is really very unsafe."

He is very tired now, smelling the aroma of breakfast, his stomach twitches in protest, his eyelids are like glue, but if the cannon barrel blows up, it won't hurt anyone.

Bazel waved his hand, "Don't worry, I saw it. What happens to the steel you wrote here? Explosion, right? It's very, very dangerous, don't worry, Dad has a way, and we will never let those gangs get confused The old men are making trouble, you have a good rest."

"Can you stop them?" Chris drank in a daze while holding the porridge bowl.

If possible, according to his current physical condition, he still needs to rest.

Moreover, the masters in the workshops of this era already have a good level of craftsmanship and are capable of doing the experiments they wrote.

"Absolutely make them submissive, obediently wait until a safe weapon is manufactured before doing it." Bazel picked up some delicious salad for him, "Your current physical condition is the most important, and it is not long before the metamorphosis, so you can't be tired." .”

Metamorphosis or something...

Chris's eyes lit up, and he didn't have to drag his big wings back and forth, "Then, thank you Dad, please tell the master to record all kinds of test data in detail, and I will help when I have enough rest."

"Don't worry," Bazel looked for a pen with a smile on his face, "I'll mark these things of yours, and let them conduct group experiments. Let's just sit at home and see the results. The workshop is hot and dirty. , not a good place."

While eating, Chris watched Bazel mark the stack of inference experiment steps, the order was correct, and even marked the key words with stars. Sure enough, every female with excellent bloodline received the best treatment in Sevi Palace. education.

Daisy and the others also understood some of the theories he talked about, and their comprehension was top-notch.

Bazel made a mark and told a few young people, "Stay at home and rest. You may change at any time in the year after the end of the race. You must take good care of your body during the critical period."

Daisy nodded, "Don't worry, Uncle Bazel, we are definitely optimistic about Chris. Except for Sis, the three of us are very, very good."

"Good boy," Bazel patted her on the head, and hurried to the workshop with the materials.

Before approaching the gate of the workshop, a loud bang was heard.

Startled, Bazel flew up and flew over a few rows of houses and landed directly on the test site. The place 50 meters away was filled with smoke and dust, which was the target that was smashed.

A group of old men gathered around here, enthusiastically guessing who would fire the next shot.

The one who just finished playing was sitting on the ground and rubbing his hands vigorously. Bazel fell next to him, "What happened to Uncle Sinda's hand?"

Old Sinda blew into his palm, "Oh, it's burning, I forgot to let go after the shell was fired..."

In the middle of muttering, he found the person standing in front of him, and the old man got up with a smile on his face, trembling, "Oh, little Bazel, look, look, why are you so sullen, you are all with that brat Charlie We've been together for too long, and our expressions have become very similar, this is not good, let me tell you..."

Another old Barron, who decided the outcome by guessing fist, came over, "Hey, Bazel, what are you doing here so early in the morning?"

Bazel snorted, knowing that he couldn't handle it, he took two steps and stepped on the still warm barrel, "Duantianya has a new weapon, of course I have to take a look at it early."

After winning, Barron rubbed his hands excitedly, "Okay, just take a look, come on, uncle, play again, you can write a letter to Charlie after you see clearly."

Bazel stood still, waved the information in his hand, and called the workshop master who came over with the newly made shells from a distance, "Remove the things in your arms and put them down, come and have a look at this."

Barron's eyes widened, "What's the matter? I haven't opened it yet!"

The masters looked around, and since the patriarch is now Chris, and Bazel, who gave the order, is a female whose old men can only jump and can't do anything, they obediently put the cannonballs aside.

Bazel raised his chin, "This gun barrel is a primary experimental product, it is not safe, and no one can shoot it. When a safe product is produced, I promise to let Charlie give the elders enough opportunities to shoot it."

After beating, Sinda rubbed his hands, "You promised."

Barron waved Sinda away, "What are you talking about, what are you talking about, you're addicted to it after the fight, I haven't felt it here yet! No, no, no, let me try everything first."

Bazel just stood still, "Uncle Baron, if you insist on trying it, I'll go see Aunt Demi when I get back from the workshop and tell her that the doctor has already said that you can't eat food with spicy condiments. BBQ...”

Barron's eyes widened, "Little guy, you are so unkind, I can only eat once every five days!"

"Well, I know, so I will tell Aunt Demi, from now on, you can only eat once every five hundred days, or never again," Bazel moved the thin sole, "See? So The high temperature makes the soles of the sackcloth shoes a bit mushy, and if you burn your hands, Aunt Demi will definitely cry..."

Barron's face darkened, "Okay, okay, I know how to cry." Thinking of his partner's worried expression, he retreated resentfully.

Bazel narrowed his eyes and stared at the other old men who were still not backing away, and passed by one by one, "I remember, you just saw a doctor because of your back pain in spring...you are allergic to the ice primrose ointment that treats burns..."

The old man was not convinced, "Can't I wear gloves? Look, the soles of your shoes haven't been scalded!"

Bazel took a deep breath and raised his voice, "Let me just say this, if the barrel gets hotter, it will explode soon, and anyone who doesn't want to die can continue! If you lie down and leave here, the aunt and aunt at home will commit suicide immediately and follow!" "

The difficult old men fell silent for a while, their expressions were startled, and then they dispersed in embarrassment.

"Hey, it's fine if you don't let me play, it's so serious!"

"That's right, who is afraid of female tears..."

"However, my partner does seem to be doing something to follow me."

"Yo, you're so proud, it's like you're the only one with companions..."

……

Bazel heaved a sigh of relief. During the dry season, he really didn't want to say who lived and who died. It sounded unclear, but this group of wayward old guys really had nothing to stop them!

When I go back, I have to call my aunts and aunts to have a collective meeting.

The master of the workshop carefully approached, "Did you call us just now?"

Bazel kicked the cannon barrel aside, "Take it apart and hide it, don't let those old urchins find it, you are the only ones to ask if something goes wrong."

The master waved his hand, and the apprentice ran over and took the things away.

"You must have already known that the process of the shell flying out will cause the barrel to heat up extremely quickly. Apart from this, the strength of our existing materials is not enough," Bazel followed them back to the drawing workshop of the workshop, and took the plan written by Chris. Let go, recalling his brief explanation before going out, pointing to the drawings one by one.

"Chris has been thinking about solutions to these problems. He thinks that he can experiment with improvements in different aspects such as the purity of materials, additives, and forging processes. This is the method he is thinking about. Let's take a look, masters, is it feasible?"

Several master craftsmen came over to analyze together, gestured and discussed for a while, and asked Bazel in amazement, "Mr. Chris is definitely a genius. Although the description of many materials and products is a bit rusty, his ideas are very inspiring. Very maneuverable."

Bazel's proud smile showed, "That's good, after all, he lacks some opportunities to practice, and his current state and age are not suitable, and all the masters need to work hard to record the experiments one by one. I will let him Come and learn from us anytime.”

Several masters hurriedly waved their hands, "From these records, it seems that Mr. Chris has already surpassed us, but he lacks a little chance to do it. It's good to discuss it together. There are so many apprentices in our workshop, and no one suddenly has such a strange experience." Wonderful idea."

Bazel was even more proud, but he didn't need to say too much to compliment each other, "In short, it's hard work for you to complete the design and development of new weapons as soon as possible. This dry season is unusual, and you can never have too much preparation."

After making arrangements for the workshop, Bazel hurried to the senior elder's house. The first stop was Barron's house. He just called out, "Aunt Demi?"

The old man Barron leaned on his cane and rolled from the house to the gate of the yard like a gust of wind. He pressed the door and asked in a low voice, "Hey, I didn't do anything. Didn't you come to complain?"

Bazel smiled, "How could it be? Chris has just arrived in Duantianya, and there is nothing at home. I asked Aunt Demi for some special jam for him."

"Promise it's just jam?" Barron stared suspiciously at his expression.

"Promise," Bazel suppressed a smile, "You have known me for more than 20 years. Doesn't it count if you have met me?"

Baron paused twice, and muttered unconvinced, "I haven't paid attention to you at all, but your Charlie is a kid who doesn't know how to talk."

Demi held the door and looked around, "Old man, what are you doing blocking the door, Bazel, come in quickly."

Barron had no choice but to let the door open angrily.

Bazel went over and helped Demi walk in, "Auntie, Arthur has brought back his partner. He is a clever, smart and beautiful little guy. I'm here to ask you for some jam for him."

Demi was very happy, "Oh, smart and beautiful little guy, bring it for me to see, my new jam has mixed flavors, next time I ask him to come and get it from me."

Barron held his chest behind his back and let out a sigh, tsk tsk, the brats are all turned upside down.

Bazel followed Demi to the kitchen, picked out two small jars of jam, helped Demi with some housework, and asked in a low voice, "Auntie, please do me a favor."

Demi tapped his forehead, "I knew there was something wrong, so tell me, did the stinky old man do something else?"

Bazel laughed out his teeth, "No, no, he hasn't done anything yet. But you know, it's an extraordinary period recently, and Charlie is on the front line. I want to make sure everyone here is fine."

Demi agreed, "It's our job to protect our family and make them feel at ease. You have been doing a good job, good boy."

"Thank you aunt for complimenting me, I'm a little embarrassed," Bazel rolled his eyes, "that is, the workshop is testing new weapons, and all the elders are very curious. I would like to ask you to mention it to other aunts during afternoon tea. For a moment, before the finished product is released, let everyone stay calm."

Demi thought for a while, "Is it the loud noise from the back mountain? I heard it in the morning. I was so scared that I almost dropped a plate."

"That's the one," Bazel squeezed Demi's shoulders, "It exploded through the rock half a meter behind at once, it's too dangerous."

"I understand, don't worry, I promise to keep the old guys safe and sound and not cause you any trouble. You don't have to worry about the other houses, I will tell them in the afternoon," Demi patted his hand, "Go get busy , Ask the little guys to come and talk to me when they have time."

"Thank you, auntie~" Bazel and Demi put their cheeks together, and went out with jam in their arms.

Barron stood in the living room, watching his expression vigilantly when he came out, watching him briskly walk to the door, and immediately fixed his eyes on his partner.

Demi sent Bazel out, patting him on the back, "It must make the little guy happy, come and get it."

Huh - you didn't say anything, you're smart!Otherwise, wait for Charlie to come back and tell him to be careful of my crutches!

Demi closed the door, turned her face and waved to him, "I just know how to sit around, come and help me handle the fruit!"

Barron happily followed his partner to the kitchen, waving his cane.

Bazel went straight to Chris and Arthur's house with the jam in his arms, opened the door and the room was quiet, and the three of Daisy sat next to the small teahouse and kneaded things quietly.Chris is still upstairs resting.

Seeing him come in, the three girls smiled and greeted silently.

Bazel went to the kitchen to put things away, sat next to them, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Daisy showed him the nail gun at hand, "Chris uses soft stones as weapons, we have learned. Eve has a lot of soft stones, we will make one for you."

Chris said yesterday that bullets powered by gunpowder are heavier and have greater recoil. For females, a nail gun is quite suitable.

"I've heard of it." Bazel looked at the nail gun over and over again, "When Chris wakes up, you can teach me together." Seeing that Eve was carving patterns on the body of the gun, he was a little eager to try, "I Can you try it?"

Eve gave him the tools, "Of course."

Chris slept until noon, got up and saw several females in the living room excitedly assembling new nail guns, "Hey, you guys are really fast."

Eve showed him the finished product, "Uncle Bazel also participated."

Bazel went to the kitchen to bring Chris lunch, "Let's eat first, I'm still waiting for you to teach me how to use it."

While eating, Chris listened to Bazel talk about how to deal with the elders, and he couldn't laugh or cry, "So, grandmas are the culprits of grandpas, right?"

Bazel smiled after thinking about it, "That's right, so if the old men are disobedient, try to sue them as much as possible."

Duan Tianya is windy all year round, the weather is bad, and it is very close to the dangerous departure sky.The males will fight for a year or two in the dry season, unlike some other slightly combative bloodlines who only serve for three to five years at the peak of their prime, all the fighters of Falconeye are in the army for life before their combat effectiveness declines.

By extension, all pedigree families on the northern line have a great deal of respect for the females who stay at home.

What's more, unlike some tribes in the Yanmu bloodline who will change their partners after flying, on the Falcon's side, unless they die, they are basically one-on-one for life.This is especially true of gold sculptors.

After listening to the explanation, Chris thought about it, so he is a family's wife-loving madman!On the surface, it is still machismo, and generally speaking, it is easy to control as long as you touch it along the hair.

It's time for a new skill!

Leaving Tianzhu five hundred miles away, it's lunch time for the Yu tribe here, and the logistics soldiers carry large baskets to distribute meal packages along the position, and it seems that the giant beasts on the other side have also arrived at lunch time.

The crouching monster stood up, and the soldiers on this side immediately stuffed food into their mouths while picking up their weapons.

Unexpectedly, these giant beasts picked the weak members of the same clan as food, and they rushed up in groups of three or four to fight.

The stench of fresh flesh and blood seemed to be smelt across the wide moat, and the scorching wind was blowing towards the opposite bank, making all the soldiers look unhappy.

The giant beast is the only one that the feather people see, and it will prey on animals of the same kind.

They also look like quadrupeds on the mainland, but are much more vicious and stupid than the smaller wolves and the like.

Just when the soldiers relaxed their nerves and swallowed the remaining meal bags, among the behemoths that were killing and devouring each other, one of the besieged beasts suddenly became enlightened for some reason, and began to run away from the natural moat.

The other monsters that were biting around it gave up the food they were about to get and changed to another target, but this bloody monster ran in that direction for less than a mile, and suddenly twitched twice , hitting the ground with his forehead.

The long horn plunged into the dry and hardened ground, and broke off one side after a few strokes. After lingering on the spot for three times with the broken horn on it, it didn't know whether it was fainted from pain or something else, and it ran towards the place where the herd of beasts gathered again. return.

The wound that had been bitten by the previous enemy was dripping with blood, and there was only one broken horn left. This turn was completely like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth. After only running 500 meters, he was surrounded again, and he was bitten again without holding on for 3 minutes. the fall.

After it, another giant beast ran to the distance like it, some succeeded, some failed, and all the failed ones hit their heads desperately.

Arthur stood on the watchtower, frowning and looking at the giant beasts on the other side, and suddenly asked his comrades beside him, "Hey, tell me, why did some of those giant beasts run over and come back?"

The comrade-in-arms also stared at the other side just like him, and scratched his head, "I keep bumping my head, so I don't think I want to commit suicide, right? That's not true, the behavior of running back is suicide, which is also contradictory. Still want to run?"