Let go of that monster girl!

Those extravagantly large cakes at aristocratic weddings, often as tall as two or three mouse girls, actually have pillars hidden inside.

Only the very top small section is actually edible; the bottom layers of cake are basically just for decoration.

It was all hard pound cakes, and there were cardboard and wooden shelves hidden inside.

So Moren had the blacksmith rats prepare a simple skeleton by using a cylindrical piece of fungus wood fixed at both ends to occupy the position of the cannon barrel, and bending and welding copper strips and wires.

Then, Molen, the dough kneading master, personally kneaded the gel layer by layer into the framework.

A few minutes later, the last layer of gel on the model's surface slowly lost its residual moisture, changing from a translucent light green to an opaque grayish-green, and becoming hard and solid.

The blacksmith rats gathered around, holding all sorts of strange-looking tools.

The lead blacksmith rat pulled out a strangely shaped long-handled curved-head broach, put the movable slip rings on both ends of the cannon barrel, and slowly rotated the broach along the barrel.

The gel is quite easy to process, and it is continuously cut into fragments as the blade advances.

A single rifling groove needs to be scraped more than ten times, and the blacksmith rat shakes its head as it scrapes.

"Using food to build cannons, the Baron's method is too outrageous."

On the other side of the workshop, several plastic molds at different stages of development were lined up in an open space.

On the far left is just a bare bronze skeleton, while the one in the middle has been coated with a thick layer of fire-resistant clay by the rat girls and is drying in the shade.

The clay mold on the far right is completely dry, its surface as hard as stone, and the blacksmith rats are pushing it away on a cart.

The so-called lost-wax method is also known as investment casting.

The basic principle is to first shape the desired object with wax, and then apply refractory clay to the outside.

Once the soil has dried and hardened, heat it slightly to melt the wax and allow it to flow out, leaving a perfectly shaped cavity inside the clay mold.

Then, molten iron and copper were poured in, and after cooling, the outer clay shell was broken to obtain a perfect casting.

Skilled workers using the lost-wax casting method can achieve an astonishing level of precision down to the micrometer level.

Compared to traditional wax models, gel models have an additional advantage.

That is, it will not melt when heated, so there is no need to worry about the temperature causing the model to deform, and it can even actively heat up to accelerate the solidification of the soil model.

The blacksmith rat beside him loosened his grip on the carving knife, wiped the sweat from his brow, and asked curiously:

"Your Excellency, since it won't melt, how do we remove the glue from the clay mold?"

“That’s a good question. I have a solution,” Moran replied.

On the other side of the workshop, the blacksmith rats were using shovels to shovel copper and tin granules into an electric furnace, waiting for the power to be turned on and an arc to form.

Lyme sat curled up in a large copper basin, facing the dried-out clay mold.

She looked aggrieved.

Mingming made delicious pudding and was praised as a genius.

The next thing she should do is have her owner pat her head, and then she can muster up the courage to hold her owner's hand.

Then they can, they can...

How did you end up in the workshop...?

Uh...

A small, round hole was left in the clay mold facing the lime, through which the grayish-green gel inside could be seen.

Lem, looking aggrieved, stuck out a finger and inserted it into the small hole.

The moment the fingertip touched the gel, the gel inside the clay mold suddenly came to life.

The light green gel rapidly gathered along Lyme's fingertips, continuously being drawn back into her body.

The density of the gel is not high. The original design weight of the rifled gun barrel was close to half a ton, but the weight of the entire gel mold was only a little over one hundred kilograms.

As the gel was absorbed, Lyme's body began to swell rapidly.

Her petite figure, which was originally only a little over 1.4 meters tall, has visibly grown taller.

Her arms became long and slender, her flat chest began to rise with a full curve, and her slender waist stretched out a smooth curve.

1.5 meters, 1.6 meters, 1.7 meters.

Her youthful features quickly transformed into a beautiful young girl, then into a curvaceous mature woman, and finally into a voluptuous woman.

Growth has not stopped.

Two meters, two and a half meters, three meters.

In the end, it transformed into a three-meter-tall statue of King Kong Mary, squatting in a copper basin, its head almost touching the rocky roof of the workshop.

But her big face still had a pitiful expression, making her look like a bullied giant loli.

However, this King Kong Mary couldn't maintain it for long; its enormous size clearly exceeded the control limits of the Little Slime Girl's core.

A few seconds later, large chunks of gel slid down from her head and shoulders, filling the copper basin at her feet.

In the end, only a pitiful little head was left sticking out of the glue.

Moren turned around, and the blacksmith rats waiting by the furnace behind him immediately picked up their tools.

"Prepare to ignite the arc and cast the bronze!"

Chapter 23 Trouble is Coming

A box of newly carved wooden shoes was piled up at the entrance of the gunpowder warehouse. The soles were flat and the toes were round.

The mouse girls in charge of the warehouse lined up to receive their shoes, then stuffed their little feet into them, stood up, and stomped a couple of times on the stone floor.

Click, click, the sound is crisp and pleasant.

"So comfortable."

One of the mouse girls got so excited that she lifted her skirt and danced a little harvest festival dance to the clapping rhythm, and the mouse girls around her clapped their hands.

Foreman Rat cleared his throat, holding a stack of slips of paper covered in writing in his hand.

She waited until the rat girls quieted down, then, with a serious expression, began to read them aloud one by one.

"Listen up, everyone!"

"The gunpowder was first put into a cloth bag and tied tightly. Then it was stuffed into a brass can and the mouth of the can was sealed with lacquered cloth."

"When you put it on the shelf, pay attention. There is a copper wire on the shelf that is connected to the ground. You must place the bottom of the can on the copper wire."

"Don't be lazy and use an iron pot to serve it!"

“Circle a sign in the book at the door when you enter or leave the warehouse. If you don’t, it will be considered an absence.”

"Last rule: change into wooden shoes when entering or leaving the house; those who do not will be fined five copper coins."

The rat girls all shrank their necks.

"Oh, can't we take the wooden shoes back with us?"

"It's such a waste that I only wear new shoes in the warehouse."

The foreman rat looked at the rat girls' disappointed faces, his serious expression lasting only a second before he chuckled.

"Hehehe, actually we asked the woodworking mouse for a few extra pairs, so each of us can take a pair back when we change shifts."

She pulled out another bundle of wooden shoes from the box behind her.

The mouse girls erupted in cheers and swarmed around the foreman mouse.

Round ears surged up from all directions, and soon all that could be seen was the foreman rat's face, which was distorted by the crowd.

"Squeak! Let go! Take the gunpowder bag to the Baron!"

With a hammer, everything looks like a nail to the mouse girl.

The higher the terrain, the farther the artillery range. Therefore, the artillery test site was set up on a flat area protruding outwards on the mountainside.

The area is open on three sides, with a wide mining road running across it from below, leading to the city wall at the foot of the mountain.

Molen stood beside the gun emplacement, his arms crossed over his chest.

The rifled cannon barrel was mounted on a carriage converted from a flatbed cart, with the muzzle pointing towards the eternal darkness ahead.

The sides of the gun carriage were filled with militia rats, all of whom were dressed in the same little leather armor, with round rat ears peeking out from the holes dug in their bronze helmets.

The cone-shaped shells were thicker than the rats' arms, requiring two rats to load them together, and two more militia rats to stuff them into the gunpowder packs.

The stone steps in the distance were filled with female mice, and on the hillside further away, a row of tiny baby mice were huddled together, watching the commotion.

What is that big copper pipe?

"The Baron said his name was something like Ams something something."

"Can it breathe fire?"

"Definitely, bang!"

Molen raised his monocular telescope and gazed into the endless darkness ahead.

Ok……

You can barely see anything.

It's already been described as boundless darkness.

The breech-loading rifled gun has a maximum range of an astonishing three kilometers, and can go even further with the help of the terrain of the low hills. However, the rat girls are all short-sighted, and even Moren's night training was not enough to make him see that far.

You could say this cannon is practically a nearsighted sniper.

It would be great to have a cat as a spectator.

However, there is now a solution to this problem.

In the deepest part of the monocular telescope's field of view, a large, running black shadow can be vaguely seen in the extreme darkness.

Molen lowered his binoculars and reported the firing coordinates:

"Azimuth 0.32, Elevation 1.5, Distance 1200."

The militia rats frantically turned the cannon mount, while the rat girl in charge of lighting it had stuffed a piece of cloth into her big ears and held up a long ignition rod as far away from herself as possible.

"preparation."

"put!"

"Squeak!"

boom!!

A burst of orange-red flame shot out from the bronze tube, and several militia rats that were standing too close were thrown to the ground by the shockwave.

Even though cloth earplugs had been given to the approaching mouse girls in advance, the surrounding mouse swarm was still filled with squeaking and screaming.

The fluorite warhead tore through the darkness, tracing a bright arc.

The arc suddenly exploded into a cloud of light powder, which floated in the air and slowly drifted down, illuminating the moving shadow.

A herd of chimeras charging wildly.

It's as if various animals have been pieced together with a strange sense of harmony.

The wolf has the head of a bear and the tail of a lion on its torso, and its six legs of varying thickness run in perfect rhythm.

Three or four wild boars were sewn together longitudinally, with a jagged mouth of tusks running down their backs, revealing thousands of eyes when opened.

The structure, which was completely out of place, functioned in an incredible way.

The tangled muscles twisted and rolled beneath the mottled fur, propelling the beast forward tirelessly.

The glowstone flare landed at the edge of the herd, illuminating only a corner.

The militia mouse in charge of the calculations put down his binoculars and quickly began to calculate on the paper.

"Elevation angle unchanged! Adjust azimuth angle, hmm, something seems wrong."

The militia rat next to her peeked at her draft paper and then reached out and grabbed her round ears.

"You've got the plus and minus signs reversed, you idiot!"

"squeak!"

The mouse girls hurriedly unscrewed the breechblock, pushed the cone-shaped projectile into the chamber, stuffed in a new powder pouch, and tightened the breechblock again.