Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

Chapter 314

"Is this the legendary gun?" Mo Bai stares at the picture on the paper for a long time. He looks at MEG with a slightly strange expression. No matter what he thinks, he feels that it doesn't look very serious, and he can't imagine how to use it to throw it out.

McGonagall smelled that he had been staring at the paper for a while. He hadn't drawn any drawings for many years. He had degenerated into a soul painter. There was something wrong with this remark... It's hard to say.

"This is a sketch. Let me give you a more detailed schematic." McGonagall turned the page calmly and sat down, drawing carefully on the paper with his pencil in his hand.

What McGonagall painted for Mo Bai is the artillery with the simplest principle, which is similar to the level of the red suit artillery in the late Qing Dynasty. The artillery barrel and the front loading method are simple in principle and relatively easy to manufacture.

Of course, the most important thing is that McGonagall, a more advanced artillery, doesn't know much about it. It's really difficult for him to let him draw the schematic diagram.

If it's not a problem for him to draw the schematic diagram of the gun, he is familiar with it.

However, the manufacturing difficulty of guns is not comparable to that of ordinary guns. Various process requirements are extremely high. It's much more difficult to make a gun with strong lethality than a simple gun. It's the right way to open it from a simple start.

After all, it is not a problem for a man who had a professional background and was able to draw the internal combustion engine drawings by hand.

"The principle of artillery is actually very simple, but the lethality mainly depends on the explosive sealed in the airtight iron ball. The energy released at the moment of explosion determines whether the bomb can kill a dragon. The specific principle..." McGonagall explained the principle of artillery throwing shells to Mobai in simple terms while drawing.

Mo Bai was also suspicious from the beginning, and gradually became convinced. His eyes became brighter and brighter, and his expression became more and more adoring, as if he had been opened the door of a new world.

"The specific principle is probably like this. The core and key to manufacturing artillery is the strength of the gun body, which determines the effective range of this artillery. You are a blacksmith, and you should know more about this than me." McGonagall put down his pen. There were three pieces of standard fire paper on the paper. Even the manufacturing process was marked in detail.

"Boss Mai, you must be a genius." Mo Bai stared at the drawing for a while, looked up at McGonagall, and his eyes were full of admiration.

McGonagall's culinary skills have conquered his stomach, and the genius he's showing now is completely convincing.

If the explosive he accidentally experimented with was a novel discovery, McGonagall's idea now is to make direct and feasible use of this novel thing.

What a genius idea it is to use the huge energy generated by the violent combustion of gunpowder to push the projectile like explosive to fly out, to create a closed space with a semi closed long tubular barrel, and to make the projectile have a controllable running direction at the same time!

"I'm not a genius, I just know a little bit more." McGonagall smiles and shakes his head. It seems that Mobai understands what he means. McGonagall doesn't need to worry about how much artillery he can produce. It's estimated that it will take a lot of time to produce a standard barrel.

And there is no way to solve the problem of gunpowder stability.

As a man who can make his own bullets, McGonagall has a lot of research on the proportion of gunpowder, but Mobai's method of adding Warcraft crystal powder to gunpowder to enhance the power of explosives is really black technology.

This makes Megson stop the impulse to make suggestions. Without the limitation of fixed thinking, he may really be able to make a kind of powerful and terrifying explosive.

After all, it's a different world. Bullets made of ordinary gunpowder are hard to break and defend ordinary Warcraft. This is why McGonagall thinks that even if thermal weapons appear in this world, it's hard to change the world pattern. After all, a powerful fire magician is better than a gun.

But the magic crystal gunpowder made by Mobai made MEG see some possibility, whether it's a powerful bomb, or they are used in guns. After the huge energy concentrated explosion, it may really be a threat to the dragon.

"Integral casting, and need to be able to withstand the previous level of explosion, to make such a gun body is not a simple thing, but I will study it carefully." Mo Bai put away the two pieces of paper on the table, got up and looked at McGonagall, solemnly grateful.

"You're welcome, but I still hope that we don't do the explosion test at home in the future, otherwise it's a little insecure to live nearby." McGonagall smiles and shakes his head. He reminds me again.

According to the principle of gradual death, the degree of death will gradually increase with each death. MEG doesn't want to be blown up in his sleep one day.

"No, not in the future." Mo Bai quickly waved his hand.

"Boss Mobai? Are you still alive? " At this time, there came out a full call of the middle spirit.

"The repairman is here, Mr. Mai. I'll go first. I'm really sorry about today." Mo Bai looked at the door, some sorry.

"All right." McGonagall nodded. He didn't say anything more. He was also a neighbor, and Mobai was the first guest in the restaurant.

"Magic cannon, maybe it will be very interesting." McGonagall looked at Moby's back as he went out. He raised his mouth slightly, and suddenly looked forward to Moby pulling a cannon to blow down the dragon in the sky.

Putting away the books and cups on the table, MEG turned and walked to the kitchen. He put on his apron and began to prepare all the ingredients for breakfast.

When holding the kitchen knife, McGonagall felt that the whole right hand felt a little numb from between his fingers to his shoulder. Last night's high-intensity exercise had a little effect on his body, but the benefits were obvious. His body's sensitivity and reaction were improved.

After two cuts, McGonagall suddenly stopped, looked at the kitchen knife in his hand and the chicken leg on the chopping board, and thought to himself, "now the most repeated thing every day is cutting and cooking. Each action is repeated thousands of times. If you can integrate sword training into it, you can kill two birds with one stone?"

"Chop." McGonagall stepped back half a step, said softly, and cut the chicken leg with a knife in his hand. The cut was smooth, leaving only a shallow scar on the chopping board.

"It's OK, but the control of power needs to be strengthened." McGonagall nodded slightly. The chopper in his hand cut out again. The speed became faster and faster. The chicken became diamond shaped cubes under the knife.

The angle and strength of the knife are different from those in the past. However, as time goes by, from the beginning, the skill gradually becomes more and more skillful. On the contrary, the speed becomes faster and faster. Almost only a golden light is flashing, and the whole chicken leg becomes a uniform small piece.