novel bin Chapter 23 Oh no, it's the demons!
Chapter 23 Oh no, it's the demons!
After a long while, Secretary Li spoke softly.
"Chief?"
"Yes, send it to the other four." The chief's voice was a little hoarse.
He wiped his eyes and followed the emergency exit signs out of the conference room.
Humanity may still have hope...
Secretary Li worked quickly on the tablet, jogging to keep up.
"Sir, Comrade Zhao Gang has a new report from Bell Base."
"He said that our diplomacy has made a major breakthrough by improving the Elven bows and arrows."
The chief took the tablet and looked at it as he walked. By the time he realized what was happening, he was already standing at the door of his office.
He pushed open the door and entered, unable to contain himself any longer, bursting into laughter.
"Good! Good! Good! This Zhao Gang is truly my peace of mind!"
"This is a perfect opportunity! It delivers much-needed combat power to the elves, boosts our goodwill, and ensures Comrade Lin Mo's safety—a triple win!"
"Once this relationship is stable, we can find an opportunity to talk about the World Tree."
Secretary Li adjusted his glasses, looking somewhat puzzled.
"Sir, why not strike while the iron is hot?"
"They need us most right now. If we directly exchange more advanced weapons technology for the seeds of the World Tree, the success rate should not be low."
The chief shook his head and placed the tablet on the table.
"Little Li, try to put yourself in the elves' shoes. What does the World Tree mean to the elves?"
"It is home, it is faith, it is the root of their race."
"If an alien came along and offered to trade our weapons technology for our home, the place we depend on for survival, what would you think?"
Secretary Li was stunned.
"I will...I will refuse immediately and be wary of the other party."
The chief patted him on the shoulder.
That's exactly the point.
"Therefore, you should eat your food one bite at a time; if you rush, you'll burn your mouth."
......
Lin Mo is currently on the continent of Terra, working as a commuter between the two worlds.
Using the solutions devised by the Great Xia think tank, the elves were provided with blueprints for measuring tools and a set of rudimentary standardized production process SOPs.
Then, the entire elven camp went into a frenzy of production, as if it had been injected with adrenaline.
Lin Mo crossed his legs, fiddling with a crossbow that had just come off the production line.
He skillfully disassembled the magazine and inspected the latches inside.
He squinted at the sunlight again, looking at the almost perfect straightness of the crossbow arm.
"Tsk, you've got something."
These long-eared creatures have monstrous learning abilities.
Before this, they were a group of artistic young people who believed "anything can be made into a piece," relying entirely on their hands and the feeling that "the wind is a bit noisy today."
After the training session, a sacred word echoed throughout the workshop—
"tolerance!"
A young elven apprentice rushed over, carrying a gear like a precious treasure:
"Master! Master! Look at the tolerances of this part! Isn't it perfect!"
Master Eld took the part, measured it with the vernier calipers he had just learned to use, and nodded.
Then, he casually pressed the gear into a standard latch.
It fits perfectly and rotates smoothly; even Dove would have to call it "Big Brother".
"Excellent!" Master El...d praised.
"Next!"
"Master Eld!" Another apprentice exclaimed, holding a piece of parchment, his face flushed with excitement.
"The tolerance of the latest batch of gears has been controlled within ±0.3 millimeters! The yield rate is as high as 98%!"
Master Eld, the stubborn old craftsman who could once smash granite with his head, was now caressing the vernier caliper in his hand as if it were a sacred object.
He randomly grabbed two more parts from the pile.
"Click".
Perfect meshing.
"No!"
Master Eld suddenly roared, and the noise in the entire workshop stopped for a moment, startling the apprentice next to him.
"A...master?"
"It's plus or minus 0.25! 0.25!"
The old elf, spitting as he spoke, pointed at the apprentice's nose.
"That extra 0.05 is your betrayal of art! Your blasphemy against life! Your contempt for the god of calipers!"
"Waste! Go back! Rework!!"
The apprentice ran away in a panic.
Lin Mo's eyes twitched as he watched.
Goodness, I only mentioned industry standards briefly, and I'm more professional than those clients in later generations who always say "the devil is in the details."
"Lord Lin Mo," came Fendona's voice.
Lin Mo turned his head and saw that Fendona had changed out of her luxurious robe and put on a sleek leather armor, her long golden hair tied up high.
The dust on her face didn't diminish her beauty at all; instead, it gave her a dashing, "project manager pushing for progress" vibe.
"Our production capacity has hit a bottleneck again." She went straight to the point, pointing to a row of craftsmen in the distance who were clanging and hammering arrowheads.
"The assembly lines for composite bows and repeating crossbows have been streamlined, but the production of arrows cannot keep up at all."
"Especially the arrowheads, which are forged entirely by hand, it's too slow."
Lin Mo looked in the direction she was pointing and smiled.
"My Princess, that's not a bottleneck, it's just that you haven't figured it out yet."
He put the crossbow aside.
"Who gave you permission to knock one by one?"
"How can it take shape without hammering?" Master Eld appeared again, seemingly out of nowhere, blowing his beard and glaring.
"Every hammer blow is infused with the craftsman's soul and..."
"stop!"
Lin Mo quickly raised his hand and made a pause gesture.
"Old man, if you mention the soul again, I'll have to charge you. Superstition is unacceptable unless you pay extra."
He thought for a moment, picked up a piece of iron, and drew a simple diagram on the ground.
"Make a mold, understand? It's two pieces of iron with a raised and recessed shape, with an arrowhead shape in the middle."
"Put the red-hot iron billet in, find a big sledgehammer, and bang it."
Lin Mo made a clean and decisive downward slam.
"Next up is a 'little kid'."
"This is called stamping. Still not efficient enough? Then make more molds and get more people to swing sledgehammers."
"Remember this truth: Miracles happen with great force!"
Fendona and Master Eld both froze in place.
In the eyes of the two elves, it seemed as if countless stars were collapsing and then reforming into a new universe.
Such a simple, crude, and even aesthetically unappealing method struck them like a thunderbolt, giving them countless inspirations.
Fendona's breathing became rapid.
She could almost see it: countless gleaming arrows raining down from the production line, piling up like mountains.
"I... God... I'll arrange it right away!"
She was so excited that she turned and ran away.
At this very moment—
"Waaaaah—waaaah—"
A desolate, long, and ominous bugle call, filled with despair and foreboding, came from the distant horizon.
The noise instantly pierced through the entire camp.