Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 173 Artillery Handover

Since the departure of Prime Minister Aaron, Rickburg has finally experienced some relatively peaceful days.

During this period, Carl was not idle. At this time, in the newly arranged blacksmith workshop, the fire was burning, and the flames were dancing in the furnace, reflecting the sweaty faces of the dwarf craftsmen. The sound of hammers was heard one after another, molds were opened, poured, and polished. After several months of hard work, the first batch of cannons finally took shape. There were a total of 8 guns, all of which were 6-pound muzzle-loading smoothbore cannons. The reason for choosing 6 pounds was mainly because this specification of cannon was easy to transport and the power was not low. At the same time, it was also considered that the iron smelting technology in this world was not yet mature. And as the first batch of experimental cannons, many technologies still need to be improved.

Looking at the shiny black gun barrels being fixed on the wooden gun mounts and finally being pushed out of the workshop one by one, Carl was very satisfied and his heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Alia nodded repeatedly:

"With this kind of weapon, I'm afraid no one around can fight us anymore."

Karl just smiled and then said:

"However, this first batch must be sent to the Great Khan first."

"Ah? Wait, why is this!" Alia widened her eyes with an incredible look on her face. That expression seemed to be saying: Did you really betray the kingdom?

Carl shook his head helplessly. He had never told Alia the whole story. In fact, he originally planned to keep the first batch for himself, but Noura's letter made him completely change his decision.

The orcs' offensive became more and more fierce, and explosive packs and projectile pits alone could no longer stop them. From Nura's letter, he learned that the orcs seemed to have become more fearless than before, and even explosions could not shock them. They were like crazy, and their speed became faster and their strength became stronger than before. The words in the letter revealed anxiety and uneasiness. Now the tribe's defense line was indeed in danger.

Carl put the letter back on the table, closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. It was not easy to make this decision. He did not completely believe the Great Khan. If Noura was lying, if the Great Khan's purpose was to go south, then this cannon would be used against him. This was a risky decision, but in the end he chose to believe it.

Because nothing is as serious as the orcs' matter, this concerns all of humanity. If we continue to be suspicious of each other on this issue, we will be courting our own destruction.

But he was not without defense. First of all, he only made a 6-pound cannon, which was not a large caliber. With the scale of the walls of Rickburg, it only needed to be properly reinforced to withstand the bombardment of this caliber. As for the method of reinforcement, he had already thought of it, cement! That's right, he wanted to bring the method of making cement to this world. This would not only increase the overall construction speed, but also make the building stronger.

After explaining everything about the tribe to Alia, the girl still showed a trace of worry:

"That's what you say, but we and Aaron..." She paused here before continuing, "A war could break out at any time."

Karl looked at the snow outside the window, then said confidently:

"Don't worry too much about that. He can't possibly start a war with us at this time."

That's right, the winter in the north is literally full of ice and snow, with white all around, especially in January and February, when the temperature will reach its lowest point. If Aaron sends troops at this time, he will be seeking death. He must at least wait until spring, by which time the second and even the third batch of artillery will probably be completed.

Thinking of this, Carl continued:

"After all, this is the North, unless he wants to be the second Napoleon."

"Ah? Na...what?" Arya looked confused.

Carl shook his head.

"Nothing, just pretend I didn't say anything."

He almost forgot that there was no Napoleon in this world.

He then began to write back to Nura, informing him that the artillery had been completed.

A week later, the tribe's delegation arrived to receive the artillery, led by Nura himself. At the same time, the guards of Reikburg reported that the enemy had more than a thousand people, and the guards were so scared that they almost didn't sound the alarm. However, after thinking it over, they decided to inform the lord first.

After hearing the news, Carl immediately called Alia to join him, and the two of them came to the top of the city wall. Then he saw the flag of the White Wolf Clan fluttering under the city wall. When Carl appeared, everyone below knelt down on the ground and shouted loudly:

"Khan, our Khan!"

Then he saw Noura walking out from the group of people. The girl's hair had turned back to white, proving that her magic power had returned.

Looking at the people kneeling below, Carl just shook his head helplessly and said:

"It's okay, we are all our own people."

The city gates opened, and Nura and her personal guards rode into the city, all of them were tribal women wearing white helmets and white armor. The tribesmen of the White Wolf Clan set up yurts outside the city.

As they entered the city, Noura glanced at Alia triumphantly, then turned to look at Karl and smiled:

"It's been a short while since we last met, and we finally meet again."

"I didn't expect you to come in person," Carl replied.

Noura sighed:

"This is a serious matter. I would not feel at ease if I did not come in person."

Carl nodded in agreement, but then pointed outside the city and said:

"However, the White Wolf Clan is..."

"I have to ask you. You are their Khan." Nura answered bluntly, with a hint of complaint in her tone, but then she sighed and explained, "Since you left, the entire White Wolf Tribe has been unwelcome. Although the Great Khan tried his best to treat everyone equally. But you also know what the tribe is like. Basically, everyone is in charge of their own affairs and speaks based on strength. Especially those three tribes that don't like you. They keep squeezing the White Wolf Tribe's pasture and stealing cattle and sheep every now and then."

"This... I didn't expect this." Carl lowered his head.

"You should have expected that this is the tribe that lost its Khan. They are now regarded as aliens on the grassland," said Noura.

"So they want to come to Morgan to live?" Carl asked.

"A tribe can only grow and develop under the command of its own Khan. That's what you're asking. Yes, that's right," Noura replied.

Carl fell into deep thought:

"Well... it's not impossible."

Indeed, after a year of war, Morgan Territory had suffered some population loss, and just before that, Oong Village was completely destroyed by undead creatures, and now a large number of vacant farmlands were abandoned. The addition of the White Wolf Clan could just fill these gaps, and more importantly, Rick Castle and Candle Castle also needed to develop. The most important thing for large-scale industrial production was population, and in the future these two cities would inevitably become cities with more than 10,000 people or even larger.

"But this also means that they must change their previous living habits. They need to settle down and live in a fixed place. They become farmers and workers and accept the laws of the kingdom. This means that they can no longer be as comfortable as before."

"I believe they will," Noura replied with a smile, "After all, you are their Khan, and you will always be a member of the tribe."

Carl just nodded slightly to the last sentence, without making any comment. Alia, standing behind him, looked extremely dissatisfied and even snorted, but Noura ignored her action.

Led by the attendants, the group came to the workshop and visited the artillery. Afterwards, they conducted a test firing in an open field. This was not only to show Nura its power, but also to test whether the quality of each artillery met the standards. More importantly, during the test, they demonstrated the operation and use skills of the artillery to the accompanying tribal guards.

When the shells exploded in the distance and hit the pre-pile earth slope, Nura couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"Next, your guards will need to spend some time here to learn the operation. At least they need to be familiar with the process and be able to roughly hit the designated location..."

"Don't worry, these are the tribe's most elite female warriors, and they learn very quickly." Nura looked at the guards behind her and said proudly.

"One more thing." Carl said again.

"what?"

"These weapons, including those we have now and those that will be given in the future, can only be equipped to your people or people trusted by the Great Khan, and must never fall into the hands of other clans." Carl said seriously.

Nulan pursed her lips, and she suddenly remembered what her father once said, "No, Carl, you are wrong. You can't even give your father's people to me. This batch of equipment can only be controlled by me!"

Then she said:

"Don't worry, I would do the same even if you didn't tell me."

When everything was over and Carl could finally take a breath, he heard Alia suddenly say:

"She brought so many people with her, and kept asking you to be the Khan. She also wanted to stay in our territory. Isn't this just a disguised way of moving south?"

It seems so~ Carl suddenly felt like he had been awakened by a word. He had accepted so many people from the tribe without realizing it. Wasn't this what they were looking forward to when they went south? If there was any difference, the only difference was:

If the entire tribe marched south by force, the Great Khan had the final say; but now that the White Wolf Clan is returning south, he has the final say.