Three days later, Gastenth welcomed the sixth prince Elliot Gibson outside the intersection of Luoshan Road. He only brought a company guard, and each of them was carrying a new type of steam rifle. The rifle was not the Type 27, Elliot or Honor Rifle, nor the Thunder-type steam submachine gun used by the Sharp Knife Company, but a weapon that was more like an improved type of Honor Rifle.

He got off the carriage early, and Prince Eliot, who was standing by the roadside, saw these weapons far away. When Gastenth and his team approached, he looked at the weapons more carefully before holding Gastenth's hand.

"I really didn't expect that a dying little serf from that time is now the overlord of the country."

"Your Highness the Prince is apologizing. No matter what I am, I remember that it was your Highness who pulled me out of a pool of mud. I will never forget this."

"That's because you are talented. Even if you don't meet me or meet others, you will make a name for yourself. Please rest assured of this."

Elliot was polite and Gastenth was elegant. The two stood in the place where the battle had just started a while ago. They chatted for ten minutes before walking towards the reception booth outside the intersection, while talking about the battle a few days ago.

"Close told me that you have a very powerful weapon under your command, which makes them piss off. This is the first time I heard of such a powerful weapon in my era when there was no magician. I wonder if it is true?"

"I've already made it clear in my letter to Your Highness," Gastens invited Prince Elliot to sit down, calmly, "We have a new rifle, but its power is not that exaggerated. When the conflict broke out that day, I arranged six hundred people at the intersection of Luoshan, and everyone used this new rifle. Only in this way can we prevent Parr Klos from entering Elena. After all, I thought at that time that if it was His Highness's intention, it would not embarrass me, right?"

"Haha, you really understand me." Elliot smiled politely, but he didn't agree. If he hadn't been on guard against himself, how could this Gastenth not even let himself in, but set up the meeting place outside the intersection of Luoshan Road? You must know that he is the most important person who can have all this today!

"Then, is that new rifle, but the one used by these soldiers?", without much nonsense, Elliott was too lazy to talk nonsense with a subordinate who had clearly shown to be self-respecting. "I wonder if Gastens, can you introduce me?"

"Okay, this is my honor, Your Highness." Gastens reached out to take a rifle handed over by Ivan and handed it to Elliot. Elliot took it over and took a look. With his knowledge reserve, he could only tell that it was also a steam rifle, but there was a small equipment behind the barrel, and the structure of the gas cylinder seemed to be different. He handed the rifle to the weapons expert of the Royal Weapons Research Institute who came with him and looked at Gastens again.

"This gun looks powerful, I wonder if Gastens can introduce it to me?"

"Your Highness, this is my honor." Gastens also knew why the other party came, not to mention that this gun was originally an export-oriented type for the Sixth Prince, so he naturally had to introduce it with all his strength.

"I named this gun Brave, and the model is one. In the design of this gun, I adopted some weapons concepts that have never appeared in this world. Judging from the actual effect of the last battle, it is indeed not bad. First of all, its barrel, unlike all previous steam rifles, is rifled-"

"Well, what is the rifle?" The weapon expert standing behind Elliot was old and curious. He interrupted Gastens' introduction regardless of the formal occasion of the negotiation between the Sixth Prince and Gastens.

"I forgot to introduce this. This is Tara Mendelson, a researcher at the Royal Weapons Institute. He has been studying steam rifles for more than twenty years and is an old expert."

Prince Eliot didn't seem to mind Mendelson's misconduct, and introduced him to Gastens. Gastens nodded to Mendelson friendly and explained patiently.

"The so-called rifle is a groove depicted inside the barrel that spirals forward at a certain angle. These grooves can guide the bullets to spin, reduce air resistance, and increase the stability of the bullets' flight. After using rifle and specially made lead bullets, the bullets fired by the brave man have a 20-cm floating rate of less than 2% and a 10-cm floating rate of less than 5%.

"This...this is simply impossible!"

Mendelson did not hide his surprise, "The existing rifles simply cannot achieve this hit accuracy. If, if there is such precision, then in actual combat, soldiers can aim and then shoot, and the starting hit rate will also increase significantly!"

"You are quite sensitive to actual combat." Although you are young, Gastenth's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant when talking about weapons. "After solving the problem of rifling technology, the Brave rifle we produced became the first rifle in the world that can accurately shoot. In the battle with Lord Klos, we also rely on this characteristic of this gun to greatly improve the hit rate."

Although he was a little unhappy about Gastens's tragic battle initiated by Close, Elliott still knew it was better. He waited for Gastens and Mendelson to fully communicate the benefits of rifling before continuing to ask questions.

"Gastense, you must have something else to tell us besides rifling, right?"

"Of course," Gastenth smiled. "By improving the air tightness of the ventilation pipeline and using high-pressure gas cylinders as the driving force, our Brave Rifle has achieved breech loading and continuous firing. With our supporting magazine, we can shoot ten bullets in one breath, providing high-density fire projection in a short time, and defeating the enemy's charge."

"Ten rounds?" Although I don't know much about rifles, Eliot could tell from Mendelson's reaction how shocking Gastenth's rifle was. He watched Mendelson and Gastenth discuss technical details enthusiastically, and then watched them take a Brave rifle, put it on their waist and pull the trigger, shoot ten bullets in one breath, and raise a small amount of dust on the ground not far away.

"Your Majesty, just ten shots," Gastenth remembers Elliot's problem. "Shot ten shots in one breath, no longer need to stand and load. With this rifle, you can easily defeat the enemy lined up and shot, and overcome the weakness of steam rifles being inferior to big swords and machetes in a short range of charges. The situation in the province will also have a great improvement."

When Eliot heard Gastens mention the province, he raised his eyebrows, "Do you still know the province?"

"Your Highness, civil war is the top priority of the country. Although I am just a villain, I also know that I care about national affairs."

"Okay, okay, I understand," Elliot said seriously, "I only realized why you have the confidence to fight with Clos when I see you. But do you know that if I really want to destroy you, no matter how easy your weapons are, they will not be able to save your life?"

"I naturally know this," Gastenth was frank, "Eilena's biggest problem now is manpower and production capacity. Although this gun is easy to use, it can't make three or five waste materials a day when it is produced. Compared with the Honor Rifle, the output is much lower. Moreover, Eilena has only less than 10,000 people in total. If you send a legion of 60,000 people, each one spits, and eat us Eilena, you still know this."

"It's good to know," Elliot saw Gastenth's awareness and nodded slightly, "Since fighting with Close, you are no longer my own, and don't do things under my name. If I find out, I will kill you, do you know?"

"Please rest assured, your highness, I must not dare."

"Also, your Majesty doesn't know the things you made in the territory. I helped you block it before, and no one was causing trouble for you. In the future, you must be careful. If something happens, don't blame me for not helping you."

“That’s natural.”

Gastens nodded again.

"Very good, let's talk about the main business now." Prince Eliot only smiled at this moment, "This Brave Rifle, you told me so much, how much do you plan to sell for?"

"A handful of 600 kroner, including a matching steam backpack and a magazine, the special lead bullet is calculated separately. However, the production of lead bullets is simple, and you can find another factory to produce them, we don't mind."

Gastenth spoke up about the price. Elliot and Mendelson, who heard the price, grew their mouths at the same time.

This is simply a robbery!

"Now a Type 27 rifle only costs 40 kroner, a Glory rifle costs 80 kroner, your brave one sells 600 kroner?" Prince Eliot was dissatisfied, "Do you really think I'm the sucker, ah? I'll slap you with my neck?"

"Your Highness, you're wronged me," Gastens had already prepared his reply, "I don't plan to take out this brave type. It turns out that I want to keep it for myself. For the sake of helping me get out of the quagmire and pushing me up, I will give you an exclusive price of 600 kroner. Although this price is expensive, think about it, is this money important, or is the victory or defeat of the Longinger rebels important? With this weapon, you have such a weapon, and the contribution of breaking through the enemy's iron shield defense line in minutes and defeating the Roninger rebels is not as valuable as a few hundred thousand kroner?"

Elliot was silent. He knew that Gastenth had come to the truth. Moreover, more importantly, he knew that he had no choice but to use Gastenth for the time being. Now Ankenry is in danger and the country cannot afford to suffer another rebel. Moreover, this rebel also has powerful weapons that can greatly improve the combat effectiveness of the army. Instead of forcing such a person to the opposite side of him, it is better to spend some money and win him over to his side.

The reason is this, both Gastens and Elliott know. What Eliot is unhappy is that he has no ability to resist in the face of Gastens's bid. He and Gastens are both smart people, and smart people know how to go about their lives. So, he has no choice.

"You boy, I really underestimated you at that time."

Elliot leaned back heavily and cursed with a smile. He pressed his jaw with the index finger of his left hand, thought for a few seconds, and made a decision.

"That's it!"

"Thank you for your favor," Gastenth smiled even happier, "Now we are partners. Since we are doing business, we are doing business. I don't hide it from you. My factory has limited production capacity now, and the task of the Honor Rifle is suppressed by His Majesty the Emperor, and it cannot be delayed. In addition to the Honor Rifle, I only have the output of ten Brave Rifles every day, and I have to keep four of them. I can only give you six at most every day. Do you think it's okay?"

Elliot rarely involves such detailed negotiations. Usually when encountering such problems, he would push things to his attendant. But Close was killed in anger by him. The other two attendant were in the province and the other in Roswell. The far water could not relieve the near thirst. There was no way, he could only suppress his displeasure and began to bargain with Gastens.

"Gas, six rifles, only more than one hundred a month, what can you do? If I want to break through the enemy's iron shield chest wall defense line, I will need the strength of a division. One division has ten thousand people. Give me one hundred rifles, how do you tell me to divide it? How do you fight this battle?"

"Sir, it's not that I won't give it to you," Gastenth looked worried, "I'm really limited in staff. Otherwise, I'll leave what I have for myself every day, and give you eight every day. Do you think it's okay?"

"Eight pieces? How long will it take to get enough 10,000 pieces? The daylily is cold!" Elliot was furious, "You must solve this production capacity problem, otherwise our business will not be able to do it."

"But sir...this man..."

Gastenth wanted to speak but stopped, Elliot waved his hand and made a promise.

"What are the problems with manpower, how to solve them, what are the conditions you have, you say!"

"Thank you, sir," Gastenth's face turned into a bright smile for a second. "Now Enspan Province restricts the entry of serfs into Elena. I hope you will say to Lord Yaro Ross to cancel this ban. If we have people, even if we work three shifts, we must increase the production capacity of the Brave Rifle!"

"This is easy to say. I'll say hello to him. How much production capacity can you guarantee me?" Elliot didn't think this was a big deal. He waved his hand to agree and began to care about his output.

"If I have sufficient manpower and after a certain period of training, I can increase the daily output to about fifty units, and I can give you four regiments in about two months. With four regiments, you can use them to charge in the hands of the vanguards, which is definitely enough for the enemy to eat a pot."

"Okay, that's it."

Elliot slapped the table and stood up, "Is there anything else?"

"That... Your Highness," Gastens turned into a flattering smile again, "We don't have to pay credit."

"you……"

Elliot was so angry that he was so angry that he looked like someone who could be a lie?

"Okay, pay as you like!"

After saying this, Elliot really didn't want to say much and left without looking back. Gastens sent him to the carriage, looked at him leaving respectfully, and then stood up straight and breathed a sigh of relief. Ivan stepped forward from behind and asked softly.

"Head, how are you talking?"

"He is a little fox, and he may not be able to hide it, but the manpower problem should be solved. Although the card was displayed this time, it achieved the expected goal, but it also put us on the surface. We should hurry up and develop, leaving us with less time."

Gastenth's face, who was negotiating victory, did not have much joy. He looked at the carriage that was gradually moving away and remained silent.
Chapter completed!