"Forget it, let's raise the aim and add a shield here to block the leaking smoke. Let's make do with it for now!" Qin Mo had no choice but to come up with a solution himself: add a thin shield behind the leaking gap to prevent the smoke from hitting the shooter's cheeks and eyes.
“Your Highness, I have considered this method, but it would make the entire musket look extremely ugly. This is an elven creation, not some broken stick made by those dwarves.”
Seaman finally became unhappy. Although the smoke shield Qin Mo added was useful, it seriously ruined the aesthetics of the entire gun. He was a great alchemist, not a crude blacksmith, and he was determined to fight to the death.
"My expeditionary force is about to be assembled. Do you want them to fight with rifles that might burn their faces? Allen, the safety of the soldiers is the designer's Achilles' heel. You must solve this problem first before considering other issues."
Qin Mo also argued without backing down, stating that he planned to manufacture the new rifles within the Elven settlement and then have them used by the expeditionary force at the front lines to solve the manpower shortage problem.
Ximan stared wide-eyed at Qin Mo for a long time, neither giving an inch, before finally giving in and timidly saying, "The panel needs to be carved with patterns to fill in the missing beauty."
Qin Mo threw the rifle onto the table with a "thud," and said, "Whatever, I don't care if you gild it or silver it."
Finally, the second type of rifle of the Da Yuan was finalized. Because the front sight and smoke shield of the rifle were silver-plated, it was later called the "Silver Star Rifle".
"Your Highness, when will you give me the blueprints for the breech-loading cannon?"
After discussing the rifle issue, Seaman's expression immediately changed, and he looked at Qin Mo with admiration, asking her a question.
Qin Mo glanced at Ximan and said indifferently, "Wait until our Lord Allen... advances to the Saint level."
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