Chapter 111: Not Enough

"No, wait a minute, how much gunpowder does it take to fire one shot of this thing?"

Thinking of the expensive gunpowder being stuffed into the gun barrel, Jeremiah shuddered all over, as if gold coins were being stuffed in.

"It's not that expensive, and gunpowder is not our main commodity."

Alexei recalled how excited he was when he heard that they could produce their own gunpowder not long ago. He was a graduate of the Imperial Royal Military Academy and naturally understood the importance of this thing.

There are three full chapters in the Infantry Drill Manual describing the application of firearms. It is no exaggeration to say that with firearms and without firearms, the armies are completely two different armies with completely different fighting styles.

Of course, corresponding to this, there are also complaints about the Alchemy Workshop. Not only is the price of gunpowder high, but the key is that the production is too small and there is not enough for the front line.

Therefore, the armies of this world only used it as gunpowder, and artillery was not deployed on a large scale. After all, after spending a lot of effort to deliver artillery to the battlefield, they turned around and were told that there was a shortage of gunpowder and they couldn't fire. Who could bear this?

Another more direct problem is that gunpowder cannot be stored for a long time. After studying it for a while, Hughes finally suspected that the raw materials used were different from those used for black powder.

Castel does not produce much saltpeter, so it is okay to prepare a small amount, but it will definitely not be able to supply it if you want to produce it in large quantities.

Maybe the pirates could help with this, Alexei narrowed his eyes.

"It's about time, Jeremiah, come with me."

"Hmm? Where are we going? Doesn't your Lord Earl want to introduce other businesses and products?"

"You have another catalog of goods in Gem Bay. Are you interested in perfume like those nobles?"

Jeremiah followed without saying a word. With the gunpowder he could complete his mission. If only he had something even more powerful... Hey.

Not far from the manor, Jeremiah stopped in front of a hill.

It is called a mountain, but in fact it is just a higher earth slope, and several people are busy there.

"How's your preparation going, Ken?"

"Gaia has just checked everything. There is no problem, Mr. Alexi."

"Okay, stand back."

Several people walked towards a nearby rock and hid behind it.

Jeremiah looked over with some confusion, and saw a faint flame on the other side of the hill, followed by a girl running over quickly.

"How long is the lead?"

"About ten seconds."

Alexei nodded and patted Jeremiah on the shoulder: "Look over there, there is a hill."

Jeremiah looked at the hill in some confusion, and was then dragged behind a rock by Alexei.

Boom!!! The huge explosion and fire frightened Jeremiah so much that he fell to the ground.

Alexei stood next to Jeremiah and pointed to the hill not far away. The hill he used to live on.

“It’s gone.”

Jeremiah stared at the tall man in front of him, and subconsciously looked in the direction where his finger was pointing.

The small earth hill just now seemed like a cake with a piece of it dug out, leaving only a hideous wound on the ground, with countless traces spreading out from it.

Jeremiah's slow brain slowly began to work, but he could not understand what was happening before his eyes.

"Why?"

"It's very simple, just like explosives that explode. It just blows up the mountain."

"But, but, how could gunpowder do such a thing? That's a mountain, a mountain, how could it be gone?"

"Just increase the equivalent."

"equivalent?"

"Yes, equivalent, remember this word."

Jeremiah turned his head and looked at the earthen hill that suddenly disappeared. He felt that the roar had imprinted the word deeply in his mind and he would never forget it in his life.

"Jeremiah, I heard that your pirate ship is not far away."

The pirate captain suddenly shuddered.

Alexei said nothing more, but Jeremiah understood what he meant.

How much equivalent can his ship withstand? In the manor not far away.

Beatrice listened to the explosion outside and was a little confused: "What's that sound? It seems to be nearby?"

Xius smiled at her and said, "Come out and take a look."

The servants had already opened the door of the banquet hall, and a number of kerosene lamps were placed in the garden at the entrance for lighting.

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Hughes led the guests out of the house and looked up.

The sky was like a piece of deep black velvet, dotted with a few sparse stars. Suddenly, a sharp whistle broke the silence, and then a golden light rose from the ground and rushed into the sky.

"Bang--"

The fireworks exploded in the night sky, as if a huge golden flower bloomed in an instant, the petals scattered, and countless flashing points of light were sprinkled. Then, there was another loud bang, and the red fireworks followed closely, like a hot heart beating in the sky, and the light illuminated the entire earth.

Fireworks, the most traditional use of gunpowder, is something that Hughes has naturally never forgotten.

Gunpowder plus a little flame reaction can depict brilliant fireworks in the night sky, which vaguely reminded Hughes of the days on the Blue Star.

As the New Year approaches, fireworks flash in the sky. People who look up see the fire reflected in their eyes and feel inexplicable emotion in their hearts.

Zeus looked at the fireworks blooming in the night sky, feeling a lot of indescribable emotions in his heart.

Steel is like cold reason, and fireworks are like hot dreams.

All equally romantic.

Beatrice stood in the garden, watching the fireworks bloom in the night sky.

This was the first time she had seen fireworks, and when those shining lights illuminated the night sky, her heart seemed to bloom along with them.

The unprecedented shock and emotion was like a seed that quietly sprouted in her heart, gradually growing and spreading throughout her body with the rise and explosion of each firework.

"It's so beautiful..." she murmured softly, her voice almost drowned out by the sound of the fireworks.

A little further away, Chloe also looked up.

She loves and yearns for both the boundless deep starry sky and the fleeting fireworks.

Fireworks were something she had never seen before, and for a fire moth like her who was chasing knowledge, nothing could be better than this.

Now that I think about it, there are more and more mysteries surrounding Hughes, from his actions in Castel and those strange allies in the sea. Chloe's fingers couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Exploring the unknown, pursuing knowledge, and uncovering the past, this is the eternal creed of the fire moths. For this reason, they are not afraid of pollution, and are regarded as crazy by the world, but they still pursue light and heat as stubbornly as moths.

It seems as if they were born to burn brilliantly.

This is the Cult of the Fire Moth.

Chloe looked at Hughes. She also saw the desire for truth in this man's eyes. She had a vague intuition that Hughes might be the same kind of person as them.

(End of this chapter)