Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

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Looking at the green-skinned creature scratching its butt and smiling strangely, Kang De was silent.

…There was actually nothing wrong.

Before science improved and discovered a more effective chemical synthesis method, for hundreds of years, the gunpowder made by humans was basically very smelly. The composition of gunpowder was sulfur, charcoal, and saltpeter. The former two were basically everywhere and could be easily mined and made. However, natural saltpeter was extremely rare and could only be extracted by artificial methods… The key was in the word "manual".

There were many salt and alkaline lands in China. There was a relatively rich saltpeter mine. Coupled with the soil method of scraping the soil and refining the saltpeter, the smell was not too strong. However, there was nothing Europe could do at that time. They could only think on the toilet for hundreds of years. For this, many praiseworthy stories happened.

For example, at that time, in order to ensure the supply of saltpeter, the United Kingdom had even introduced a law that stated that the toilet was nationalized and that private feces were not allowed. Later on, they discovered the method to make saltpeter from dung. It was even more unstoppable. Such a trend was worldwide and had a far-reaching impact. All the working people in the world knew that gunpowder was made from feces. In fact, during the American Civil War, they were still using bat feces to make gunpowder.

Moreover, Oda Nobunaga started a trade war and cut off the supply of saltpeter to famous figures. The ferocious men of the Ishiyama Hongan-ji had used the method of feces soaking in urine to produce saltpeter and forcefully fought Nobunaga for ten years.

Many things happened.

In the era when science did not develop and prosper, the praise of humans was the praise of courage. What was courage? It was something that the hardworking people did not even wear masks and scraped out bit by bit in the walls of the toilet, horse shed, and pigsty. It was simmered in a large pot.

So we can come to two conclusions.

Firstly, the toilet was combat strength. At that time, a country with millions of toilets was undoubtedly the world's strongest country. It was the guarantee of firepower, the embodiment of the country's strength, and the symbol of strength.

Secondly, the source of human strength came from blowing up feces.

Therefore, when he saw the green-skinned's interesting notification, Kang De thought for a moment and realized that it was actually reasonable.

D*mn, it was quite scientific.

However… his mood was still relatively complicated.

Kang De subconsciously glanced at Hong San and saw him focus on the small handful of gunpowder in his hand and fall into deep thought. Clearly, he was puzzled by the composition of this thing. After smelling it, he frowned and pondered, as if he felt that this smell was very familiar, but he could not think of where it came from for a moment. Out of human nature and the virtue of a saint tasting herbs and doing it himself, he licked his lips and…

"…Hey!"

After all, Kang De was a kind person. He could not watch such a tragic thing happen and hurriedly shouted to stop.

Hong San was shocked, then he looked at Kang De and smiled, "Master, don't worry. There are no poisonous creatures in this world that can be fatal with just a touch of their tongue. I'll spit them out after tasting them. The sect's cultivation technique can also resist strange poisons…"

Kang De was silent. "It's made of feces."

These three words were simply more than a thousand kilograms heavy and smashed into Hong San's body like a heavy hammer. The Cathayan's expression was stunned as he stiffly turned to look at the green-skinned people. The green-skinned people all held back their laughter. Seeing this, they could no longer hold it in and laughed wildly. Hong San's face immediately turned green as he ran to the wall and vomited.

…What a sin.

Kang De sighed, then waved at his iron son. "Compare the power of the gunpowder… Use this gunpowder to reload a bullet and try firing."

As a mechanical life, although the Autobot had the shame of obtaining it from Kang De, he did not care too much about it. He took out some simple gunpowder made of green skin and crushed it with his hand. He observed it for a moment and said, "The craftsmanship is crude. In my experience, the general rule of the fireworks mixture is that the more exquisite the powder, the faster it burns and the greater the power… This has only been crudely processed."

It said to Kang De, "Father, please don't have too many expectations. I think this is only a primitive black gunpowder-like substance. Although it can be fired as a fixed bomb, the power is definitely weak. Moreover, the gas produced by burning can't complete the ejection effect, causing it to be stuck."

The conversation between the father and son in Chinese was like a heavenly book to the orcs, but the green-skinned had beast-like intuition. The gunner directly shouted, "Little Tyrant, are you looking down on my baby?"

His iron son only glanced at it and took out a bullet. He separated it and poured out the gunpowder. He added the same amount of green-skinned gunpowder and reloaded it from the restoration table in his body. Then, he took out a gun in each hand and fired at the sky. Bang! Bang! Two shots were fired. Flames flashed and pellets flew.

After the Autobot fired and compared it, it was clearly shocked. It pondered for a moment as if feeling the situation of the gun. It was like a part of its body.

Then, it glanced at Hong San who was hiding far away and lowered its voice, "The shooting power of using this gunpowder is actually similar to the original. Moreover, the gas produced by burning is enough to complete the ejection."

However, it was not without flaws. Firstly, there was smoke burning and there were many residues. This was extremely fatal to automatic weapons. Secondly, it was filled with uncertainty, such as increased recoil, poor accuracy, deformation of the pellet, and even excessive explosion power. There was a risk of explosion…"

Kang De was shocked. "You mean this thing is similar to modern gunpowder?"

The ammunition that his iron son had brought with him when he was born had almost been consumed. His replenishment was completely dependent on the decomposition and reorganization of the .22 bullets in the shooting club.

The sports bullet of that club was used in a competition. Its power was relatively small, and even the formula of the firing medicine seemed to be different, but it was still a modern industrial product with good compatibility and craftsmanship. Why…

"This statement is not very strict. Father, I've heard you tell war stories on Earth. From the Second World War to the modern era, in terms of firearms and ammunition, the lethality has instead decreased. It's not because it can't achieve great power, but because there's no need. After all, individual weapons pursue balance and suitability in all aspects."

The Autobot made a few more 9mm green-skinned fixed bullets and handed them to Kang De.

"It can only be said that the unit effectiveness of the green-skinned gunpowder seems to be relatively high, but it's not that the green-skinned are stronger. The handicraft industry can't compare to the industry no matter what. Humans can do better. Moreover, the most important performance of weapons is stability and reliability. In this aspect, the green-skinned gunpowder is completely substandard."

Kang De narrowed his eyes and loaded a green-skinned fixed bullet into the magazine. He loaded it, raised his arm, and fired into the air. In order to avoid the danger of exploding, he even used enchantment, Tenacity, and drove at twice the speed.

There was a soft crack and no reaction.

—Stinky bomb?

Kang De withdrew the bullet. With a thought, he forcefully twisted it open. The gunpowder had already become as loose as sand and completely changed shape.

When the green-skinned saw this, it shouted, "It also killed itself. It's not worthy."

Kang De was puzzled, "When it's in my hands, it explodes at a touch. When it's in Hong San's hands, it just can't be used, but it doesn't explode. However, why can you use it?"

His iron son also looked puzzled.

Heaven Slash shouted, "Because Little Tyrant is only a Little Tyrant, just like me!"

The Autobot glared at the green-skinned creature. Kang De thought for a moment. Although it was a pity, it was not bad news.

"It's a good thing that you can use it."

He said optimistically, "Valentine still has a fierce battle ahead. At the very least, we can have more strength."

The Autobot thought for a moment and nodded. "That's true. It's better than nothing… Then, Father, do you have any thoughts? I'm afraid I have to tell you that although the power of this gunpowder is enough, when it burns, it will produce a large amount of black smoke and junk. There are also many uncertain dangers and bullets that can't be used to make fully automatic weapons. Your idea of setting up a heavy machine gun on the city wall won't work."

Kang De nodded.

His iron son was a firearms expert because its guns were a part of its body. It could sense all changes. If it said that it could not make automatic bullets, it definitely could not.

As for letting these orcs design the green-skinned Maxim… Save it. Not only was it dangerous, but he had also taken too large a step. Moreover, his production capacity could not keep up at all.

He revealed a mysterious smile and said softly, "There's a better way."

The Autobot glanced at the orcs who were gathered in a circle studying them and said, "Although we can't use fully automatic weapons, a powerful primitive firearm is fine… Father, do you want to form a matchlock team? Although the accuracy is insufficient, the power is not small. If we use them collectively, perhaps…"

At this point, his iron son looked down and saw the smile on his father's face.

The huge, dignified, and powerful Autobot subconsciously trembled, and part of its body trembled.

This was completely instinctive fear.

It was the fear that almost every Chinese child had faced.

The fear of never-ending homework…

Kang De smiled and said, "Child, what are you talking about? What matchlock team? Could it be that we have to let them go to the battlefield? They're so huge that the battlements can't cover them. Aren't they living targets for the elves?"

"How dangerous is it? Moreover, they have nothing to do with this war. If I let them go to the battlefield, won't I become like Nick? How can such a righteous and kind person like me do such a ferocious thing? How can a person who aims to end the war involve innocent lives?"

At this point, Kang De's face was filled with the light of humanity. He was simply about to become a Saint.

The Autobot could not say a word.

Kang De's performance continued.

He said affectionately, "Moreover, they're your friends and are here for me. It's not easy for them to not hesitate to barge into the elf army. It's enough for them to do this. How can I let them go to the battlefield? I should be the one protecting them!"

He said sincerely, "Not only do I have to protect them and let them stay here, but I also have to provide them with good food and drinks 24 hours a day. I have to let them eat happily, eat freely, and eat endlessly! If the simple ones insist on doing something for me, they can completely do some small craft work. That's enough!"

His iron son did not know what to say and only looked at the group of orcs with slight pity.

Kang De's smile was perfect and filled with morals and conscience.

He said gently, "Son, do you remember what I told you? The sweatshop… I mean the Happiness Factory. Didn't they come now? I heard that there are many green-skinned people, and they've been living hard. How bad is that? Thinking about it, did you immediately feel a mission of the era?"

The Autobot's electronic eyes were already showing signs of rolling up.

Kang De placed his hands behind his back and walked towards the green-skinned people. The orcs quickly noticed the Great Tyrant's approach and turned to look at him. They saw Kang De wave his hand, "What are you all standing here for? Are you all full? Hurry up and go eat. Eat as much as you can. Pull hard after you're done. Eat after you're done. Don't stand on ceremony!"

He pulled the gunner aside and asked, "About the gunpowder…"

The green-skinned creature pulled off the bag at its waist and handed it to Kang De as if it was presenting a treasure.

Kang De subconsciously took a step back and hurriedly waved his hand, "I don't need it, I don't need it. I just want to ask, how long can you make a bag of this?"

The green-skinned scratched its head. "I don't know how long, but it's not difficult. I'll think about it and rub it with water, roast it, and mix it… In any case, it's not difficult, as long as there are enough feces."

Kang De nodded and thought of something. Then, he asked, "You… won't poop to death, right?"

The green-skinned was stunned, then said in surprise, "There's such a fun way to die?"

"…"

That was impossible.

Kang De patted the green-skinned's arm and said, "Alright, then next, eat well and poop well. Then, make this gunpowder and do a lot. At that time, I'll give you many fun things and let you watch a very exciting explosion, okay?"

When the gunner heard this, his face lit up and he shouted, "Alright, alright!"

He did not know how much was produced or if other creatures could do it.

However, let's leave it at that and see the effect.

Compared to the green-skinned musket team, he was more inclined to the green-skinned heartless cannon team.

Technology was shocking.

For example, during the Second World War, because the gunpowder technology was not good, the lethality of the stone landmine was limited, so they buried the landmine in the feces of humans and animals. After it exploded, although it could only injure the enemies, the feces would be smeared on the wound. In that era when antibiotics were scarce, this meant that there was a serious infection that could not be avoided. The enemies basically died if they were simply infected.

When Kang De thought of this past, he pondered if he should absorb the good ideas of the martyrs and give these elf invaders a huge surprise… After all, he had to use all the methods he could use to deal with evil people. There was no need to talk about morals, right?

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