novel bin Chapter 286 How do you disassemble a tank?
Chapter 286 How do you disassemble a tank?
Just do it.
Dwarves are not a slow or sluggish race.
King Muradin ordered the warriors who had returned with Bahrain to rest first, in preparation for the training that would promote the new weapons to the entire tribe.
He himself, along with Balin and a group of elders, eagerly rushed towards the weapons workshop in the heart of the mountain city.
This is the most sacred place for the dwarves.
Countless legendary pieces of equipment were born here; the flames of the furnace burned day and night, and the sound of hammers striking echoed for millennia.
But today, these proud craftsmen face an unprecedented challenge—
Disassemble the weapons of the Great Xia Dynasty.
"Start with the simple things."
King Muradin said in a deep voice.
Balin nodded, took an automatic rifle from his spatial ring, and placed it on the forging table.
Several dwarf craftsmen immediately surrounded him, their eyes burning with a fervor that seemed to melt the gun.
Elder Glenn reached out first, his rough fingers stroking the gun.
"The material is ordinary, there are no runic circuits, and no magical fluctuations..."
He frowned and muttered to himself, his tone full of confusion.
"But why is it able to unleash such terrifying power?"
Another elder took over the conversation,
"Could it be some kind of enchanting technique we're unaware of?"
"Impossible. My sense of enchantment is more acute than yours. This thing is just a pile of dead iron."
Elder Glenn shook his head, then his gaze sharpened.
"Unless... the secret lies within the internal structure!"
He made a quick decision and called several craftsmen to begin disassembling it.
The dwarves' metalworking skills are undoubtedly superb.
In less than fifteen minutes, the entire rifle was disassembled into eight pieces, with the parts neatly arranged on the table.
Barrel, bolt, magazine, trigger assembly...
And that thin, coiled spring.
Elder Glenn picked up the spring and squeezed it.
A slight elasticity was felt at my fingertips.
"this one?"
He was stunned.
"With such limited elasticity, it's not even as good as our toy crossbows. How could it possibly make the bullets explode at that speed?"
The other elders looked at each other in bewilderment.
They examined every single part thoroughly and finally came to a conclusion—
This is a assembled metal frame.
There were no runes, no magic core, and not even a charging mechanism.
"It's not difficult to imitate..."
A craftsman whispered:
"The problem is, even if we could replicate it, we wouldn't know why it could unleash that kind of power!"
The king remained silent for a moment, his gaze falling on the bullets in the magazine.
"The secret... might be in the bullet."
He took a bullet out of the magazine and gestured with it.
"Look, at the tail of the bullet and here at the trigger..."
"It seems like it only needs a light tap to launch?"
"Your Majesty is right!" another elder flattered, then added:
"How could such a small amount of force produce such a high speed?"
Elder Glenn narrowed his eyes.
"Why don't you try and see?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled a small hammer from his waist.
He picked up a bullet with his left hand and raised his right hand high—
"etc!"
Bahrain suddenly remembered what the Xia soldiers had said about not hitting the bottom of a bullet with anything.
It was too late to stop it.
Snapped!
The hammer struck precisely into the propellant at the base of the bullet.
The next moment—
Bang! !
A piercing explosion resounded throughout the workshop!
The bullet shot straight ahead like an arrow released from a bow!
And right in front of him stood King Muradin, and the attack struck him perfectly!
"!!!"
Elder Glenn's face turned deathly pale instantly.
Clang!
The hammer fell to the ground.
His legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, his forehead slamming against the stone slab with a thud.
"Your Majesty! I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to!"
His voice was trembling.
The other elders were also startled and gasped.
The assassination attempt on the king failed!
This crime could get your whole family thrown into a furnace and burned as firewood!
King Muradin stood still, without moving.
He looked down at the legendary armor on his chest.
A white bullet mark was clearly visible; it could be wiped away and restored to its original state.
He bent down and picked up the deformed bullet from the ground.
The bronze-yellow metal was flattened from the impact, still warm to the touch.
"..."
silence.
Elder Glenn lay prostrate on the ground, barely daring to breathe.
After a long pause, King Muradin finally spoke slowly, his face expressionless, his voice eerily calm.
"fine."
"Next time...be more careful."
Elder Glenn, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, kowtowed repeatedly.
"Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty!"
King Muradin ignored him and instead held the bullet up to his eyes, examining it closely.
"An ordinary metal, yet it can unleash such power..."
He clicked his tongue in amazement.
"Bahrain, take it apart."
Bahrain nodded, took out a new bullet, glanced at the connection between the bullet and the warhead, and carefully pulled the warhead out by hand.
Black powder poured out.
"This is... mineral powder?"
A craftsman leaned closer and sniffed.
"There is no magical fluctuation, it is not energy powder, and I can't smell what kind of material it is."
Another craftsman came over and even stuck out his tongue to lick a little.
"..."
He frowned and shook his head.
"The taste doesn't match the mineral powder."
Everyone looked at each other.
Bahrain Road:
"This is difficult. All the bullets in the Great Xia Dynasty are of this type, only the size is different."
As he spoke, he took out one item after another from his spatial ring—
14.5mm heavy machine gun bullets.
A land shield as thick as an arm, 2000 bullets.
60mm mortar shell.
Rocket launcher warhead.
and also……
That 125mm tank shell was thicker than a dwarf's thigh.
The ammunition was neatly arranged, from small to large, its power astonishing.
Elder Glenn stared at the tank shell, and an image involuntarily flashed through his mind—
If I had just smashed this thing...
His Majesty the King is not as simple as a small white dot on armor.
I'm afraid my whole body will...
He shivered and quickly threw the hammer far away.
It was as if it were a hot potato.
The others didn't notice his subtle movements; their attention was entirely drawn to the various lengths and thicknesses of the ammunition.
Bahrain picked up a 14.5mm cubic nitrogen bullet and pulled it out forcefully with both hands—
Click.
The warhead separated from the projectile, and brown crystalline gravel flowed out.
He leaned closer and smelled it.
"It smells different from before."
Next, he disassembled the other ammunition one by one.
Mortar shells, white powder.
Rocket launcher warhead, gray particles.
Tank shells, a black and brown mixed compound.
Each one has a different color and smell.
Elder Glenn was completely dumbfounded.
"What's going on? Why are the fillings all different?"
"Does that mean different types of ammunition are made of different materials?"
"But what exactly is this powder?!"
The craftsmen looked at each other, completely bewildered.
King Muradin pondered for a moment, then gave the order:
"Put it aside for now, collect these powders, and give them to the alchemy workshop to see if we can concoct something similar."
"If we could replicate these materials..."
A glint of light flashed in his eyes.
"Then we can create bullets that belong to the dwarves."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
The King announced:
"Next... dismantle the tank!"
Bahrain immediately deployed a tank in the open space, which made a loud bang.
The tank's imposing and powerful image once again left a deep impression on all the dwarves.
The terrifying power of that cannon shot that shattered the hill only fueled their longing.
But now, facing this steel behemoth...
All the craftsmen fell silent.
Where to start?
How do I disassemble it?
This thing is unlike any weapon they've ever seen.
It was all a mechanical structure so complex it was almost unbelievable.
Elder Glenn circled the tank three times, finally stopping in front of the tracks.
"How about... we start here?"
He pointed to the tracks, his tone uncertain.