This Game Is Too Realistic-Novel

"Yes."

Chu Guang nodded in satisfaction.

But at this time, he suddenly remembered something and took out two coins from his pocket, one silver and one yellow.

"These are silver coins and copper coins. Remember them clearly. I will teach you some simple everyday language in a while so you can communicate with the people here. It doesn't matter if you don't understand it, you only do what you should do, say what you should say, understand??"

Luca stared at Chu Guang in confusion for a while, and then bobbed his head vigorously.

"Understood!"

"Very well, that's pretty much all you need to do. You stay here and familiarize yourself with the work environment first. I'll teach you other things later."

Luca stood in place very honestly, guarding the part-time warehouse keeper player, though he had made the latter feel uncomfortable for a while.

Chu Guang was satisfied with his attitude.

This new NPC was not bad. Sure enough, what you pay is what you get. Even though he had cost him one chip, it was better than Xia Yan who he got for free.

Just look at that dumb woman, she could even fall asleep when trying to memorize a book. Moreover, she would get lazy as soon as she would finish the task that had been assigned to her. She wouldn't even want to move an inch unless he whipped her. But strangely, she was very popular on the forum.

Even until now, Chu Guang still couldn't figure out why she was so popular.

At this moment, Xia Yan, who was dozing off in front of the weapon shop, sneezed all of sudden.

Sniffing her nose, she raised her red forehead blankly, and stretched her neck to look around like a groundhog just waking up.

Seeing that there was no business in the shop like the usual, and that no one came to check the post, Xia Yan was relieved. She wrapped the fur coat around her body and then went back to napping.

Perhaps, it was because there was no hope to return to her old work, and her future gloomy and bleak, that she would admit that she had indeed become a little lax recently. She even lost her inherent vigilance.

However, although this place was not as lively as Boulder City, the deerskin coat she was wearing was indeed quite warm. It was not only made of good deerskin, but it was also handmade.

If it was in Boulder City, it would definitely cost a lot of chips.

'Chips…'

'Wine… Chocolate…'

As she thought about it, her saliva flowed uncontrollably.

...

Woodworking Cabin.

When Chu Guang found [WC_really_has_mosquitoes], he found that he was standing in front of a half-person-height wooden box, with his concentration on to what he was making.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing the sound coming from behind, Mosquito put down the tool in his hand and clapped his hands. He turned back to look at the administrator, and said with joy,

"Dear administrator, I am designing a new weapon!"

"...A new weapon?"

"Yes! After the last battle, I found that we urgently need a support weapon that can unleash a massive amount of firepower toward the enemy's position within a few seconds!"

Speaking excitedly, Mosquito then pointed at the honeycomb-shaped wooden box in front of him.

"'Blizzard 0.1'! It's designed for this!"

'This thing is a cluster rocket? !'

'But there was nothing inside, and the most critical "rocket" had not been made yet.'

After staring straight at the thing for a while, Chu Guang couldn't help but say, "... I remember that you made something 0.2 last time? Why did you change back to 0.1?"

"Ah, that is Hellfire, it's a different series."

Mosquito’s expression was slightly embarrassed, but soon this embarrassment was replaced by excitement again, “Please listen to me! This thing may look primitive, but I can guarantee that it will be very, very, useful!”

"According to the plan I designed, it can launch all fifty rockets carrying black powder, acetone and wood tar within ten seconds, and could cover a part of the battlefield within a hundred-meter radius!"

'Covering a hundred metres doesn't seem that bad…'

However, leaving the coverage radius and accuracy aside,

Chu Guang was worried that it would explode, and even covered the one hundred meters behind it as well.

"Rockets? Are you sure?"

"Uh, yes! Although the propellant is black powder, the effect should be similar… I think."

Mosquito's eyes drifted to one side unnaturally, and with a smile, he said,

"According to my design, the propulsion part of each rocket is about one kilogram. After adding flame retardant, the working time can theoretically be extended six to eight seconds, and it can generate a thrust of three point five to five kilograms and deliver one to one and a half kilograms of projectiles without any problems!"

"I plan to use wood tar, acetone purified by vaporization of firewood, and black powder for this one kilogram of projectile, so that it can burn after exploding!"

Chu Guang's eyelids twitched.

'My god.'

'This is using explosives to fire explosives.'

'It would be great if the projectiles could be sent out, but what if it failed?'

'That would be game over!'

With a low cough, Chu Guang cautioned,

"For street fighting... this might not have enough power, and I always feel that it's very dangerous. I still suggest you try to get the nitrocellulose out, that is more powerful."

The detonation speed of black powder was only six hundred, and the smokeless powder can reach two thousand, there was no problem with residual powder.

It was said that the famous "Katyusha" BM-13 series rockets used smokeless gunpowder as the propellant in the early days. Later, the viscous nitroglycerin was used as a plasticizer and mixed with nitrocellulose to make a double-base solid propellant...

Black powder… was only good for making bombs.

Using it to make this kind of thing was really difficult.

"You are right," Brother Mosquito murmured, stroking his chin, "Tsk, if only I could get a gas tank."

Chu Guang always felt that this guy was thinking about doing something dangerous, but it was hard to tell whether there was such a thing as a gas tank in this era. Maybe he didn't need to worry too much.

"Let's leave this aside for the time being... I need you to make three single beds for me."

"Okay, by the way, is it in a hurry?"

Chu Guang thought about it for a while.

"At least make one before the evening, can it be done?"

Brother Mosquito stroked his chin and said,

"There should be no problem."

'It takes time to develop weapons.'

'But doing carpentry,'

'Anyone with hands can do it.'