On the way to the test range, Chechen kept complaining about his uncle. Yes, Chechen studied ballistics, mathematics and other knowledge when he was in seminary, but he was sure that he had never operated any cannon. But now, my uncle lied that he was an expert at making guns.

"It\'s all right. You have two of the three elements of firing, so you don\'t have to worry about anything at all." Pedro looked very open, and he comforted his nephew softly.

"Three elements?" Chechen has never heard of it.

"Yes, theory, practice and God\'s will. Three elements."

Chechen felt that uncle Pedro pulled another big egg. He walked silently without saying a word.

The artillery position was on the west side of the castle. When they arrived, there were dozens of people working here. The breast wall of the trench here is very high, and there are more than a dozen small guns around the breast wall, but the most conspicuous one is the middle one. Chechen dares to say that even if someone tells him that this is the largest cannon in the world, he will believe it.

Because this gun is incomparably big. Its gun bore is enough to drill into a person, and its body is longer than three of itself. Even a strong man can\'t lift the shells piled on the ground.

"See?" said fiordo proudly. "We collected almost all the copper of the whole Smolensk in order to forge this shotgun."

"It\'s really big." Pedro was surprised to see such a big gun. He had no idea that the cannon would be so "huge".

But fiordo didn\'t give him time to continue talking. He began to rush Pedro and his men to operate the cannon.

"You guys go outside the city and set up a target." fiordo ordered some nearby workers.

It\'s hard to ride a tiger. It\'s hard to ride a real tiger. But the words were out, and Pedro had to bite the bullet.

So, under the leadership of Pedro and Chechen, everyone entered the artillery position.

"Won\'t you go?" asked Fyodor strangely, seeing that caddis and the other man didn\'t go down with the others.

"We are two different teams, and DEX and I want to join the cavalry," caddis said.

"All right." fiordo looked at them and continued to pay attention to the operation of the artillery.

In the artillery position, Pedro handed over the power of command to Cherchen. According to Pedro\'s words, his nephew is the only one who knows guns.

This makes Cherchen feel a great responsibility. He carefully recalled all the steps of artillery operation he had learned in the seminary.

"Distance."

Chechen ordered two companions to lift the rangefinder. In the distance, the gun target had begun to take shape, and the workers stacked a wooden wall with the trunk of white birch. According to Chechen\'s estimation, there is a distance of 1100 meters from the gun position to the wooden wall.

"Powder bag, one and a half."

Although the maximum range of an ordinary gun is about 2000 meters, its effective range is 600 to 800 meters. At a distance of 1100 meters, Cherchen added half the gunpowder to the gun.

After pushing the cartridge into the chamber, Chechen first asked Ruth to put a handful of hay into the chamber. Hay can make gunpowder burn faster and seal better.

After that, the four mercenaries lifted together, pushed a huge shell into the muzzle and tamped it with a push rod.

"All right?" Pedro asked at the end of the gun. He had a sharp iron swab in his hand, which was used to pierce the powder bag.

"Wait a minute," said Chechen. He took a compass ruler to adjust the height and angle of the gun.

"Higher, higher."

According to Chechen\'s instructions, the two mercenaries turned the bolt bit by bit to adjust the elevation of the gun.

"Is that all right?" Pedro asked again. He was no less nervous now than Chechen. His hands were so wet that he could hardly hold the iron sign in his hands.

"Yes," said Chechen. According to the knowledge of ballistics he learned in the seminary, now the shells should be able to concentrate on the wooden wall 1100 meters away.

Pedro\'s iron signet was inserted into the ignition port and pierced the gunny bag containing gunpowder. Then Pedro opened the powder pot and poured some powder into the ignition port.

Pedro put down the powder pot and picked up a red iron fiber from the nearby campfire. As long as you insert it, the shell will shoot out of the muzzle.

"Wait."

Just as Pedro was about to insert the iron fiber, Cherchen suddenly stopped him. Chen Ran to the end of the gun and rotated the bolt with both hands, making the muzzle lower by another point.

"Yes," said Chechen, squatting next to the bolt, to Uncle Pedro.

Pedro shoved the iron fiber in. A spark came out of the ignition port, and then with a loud noise, the shell flew out, crossed a white parabola in the sky and accurately hit the temporary wooden wall.

"Great, great," said fiordo repeatedly.

"At your service, my benefactor," said Pedro, bowing.

"Twenty a month, Taylor, forty a month if there is war." fiordo gave the price of employment.

"Everyone?" asked Pedro.

"Of course not. I think two people are enough to operate the gun. You and the child."

"My benefactor, you may not realize the difficulty of operating such a giant gun. Each of us is indispensable. It\'s like simply placing hay. It\'s not just a handful. Without the hand feeling accumulated for many years, the hay can\'t effectively seal. It\'s like a hungry man when he eats the fourth bread The stomach is full, but can he say that the previous three loaves are redundant? Wise as you, of course, you know the answer. "Pedro exaggerates everyone\'s role.

"Yes, that\'s true." fiordo nodded, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it.

"As for me and my nephew, 40 a month, and double in wartime," he said, benefactor, but Pedro\'s price was not vague at all. He knew very well that he had revealed his value, a very high value, because of Chechen\'s shot.

"Of course, of course. You and your nephew Taylor." fiordo didn\'t make a counter-offer. In his eyes, maybe 20 and 40 are just numbers.

"You and Franco talk about the rest, including the contract. There will be a dance in the castle in the evening. I hope you, your nephew and Cadiz can attend." after leaving this sentence, fiordo turned and left.

After fiordo left, everyone said that Cherchen abandoned high to express his joy. Nothing pleases mercenaries more than twenty Taylor a month and the safe job of operating artillery.

"How did you know to lower the muzzle one more degree?" Pedro asked Cherchen. By now, Chechen had been thrown into the sky for the tenth time.

"God\'s will." Chechen kissed the cross on his chest and said.

This is not a mystery for Cherchen. At the moment when Pedro was about to ignite, a light did pass through Cherchen\'s mind and guide him to adjust the muzzle again.

"Let\'s bring good luck to God. Drink enough tonight," Pedro announced loudly.