Let go of that monster girl!

"Is this all we need to do?"

"That's right, we'll just watch the forging process."

"The Baron said this is called an assembly line."

"It's so easy, but so boring! After a day of this, I feel like my whole body is going to go crazy!"

"Things made like this have no soul..."

"I want to build the Mouse Girl Train..."

"Hurry up, hurry up, the next mine rail is coming!"

Mining rails are nothing new; the rat girls have been using them for hundreds of years.

The mine carts are too heavy; if they don't follow the mine tracks, they will quickly crush the road.

In the beginning, the rats used wood to make the minecart tracks, but the wooden tracks were not durable and would get infested with insects and rot.

Later, they were gradually replaced with iron mining rails.

The rat girls' method for making ore rails is very simple: just pour molten iron into a mold and wait for it to cool.

But the baron said some incomprehensible things, like pig iron being too brittle to forge and cast rails being too short, and designed this wrought iron forging rail production line.

The Baron also said that it would be better if it could be forged several times, and that carbon steel would be the best material for the I-beam track.

But this method is faster now, so we'll just make do with it for now that it works.

The blacksmith rats looked to their left at the first group of rat girls who were pouring molten iron into the mold of the iron bar, which was 20 meters long. They stood next to the long iron molten iron channel and poured the molten iron into the mold.

He then looked at the super long iron bar in front of him, which was being slowly shaped by the forging hammer.

I glanced again at the third group of rat girls in the distance to the right, where water vapor swirled and jingled; they must be drilling holes in the mine tracks.

Then I looked at the safety rat guarding the forging hammer switch by the wall directly in front of me.

She sat on the stool, her hands propped up on her knees, supporting her round cheeks, her eyes empty and lifeless.

The Baron turned the rat into a human.

The assembly line turns mice into monsters!

"So boring, so boring, so boring, so boring."

"Next time, I want to guard the switch."

"Don't go. Staring at that guillotine all day will make you stupid."

"However, this mine rail seems to be four times longer than the previous one; the one we cast ourselves was only five meters long."

"It should be laid out very quickly."

"How boring, how much longer do we have to build this thing?"

"The Baron said he wants five hundred of them this time alone!"

"Squeak!"

Chapter 88 The Rat Girl Train Takes Shape

On the city wall, a row of mouse girls sat on the stone edge of the crenellations, swinging their legs back and forth.

Has the train arrived?

"They're here, they're here."

"So handsome!"

The Rat Girl train slowly approached along the mining tracks on the city wall, clanging and clattering.

The three carts were linked end to end. The front cart was the former Mousefinch Tank, but the cannon barrel had been removed and a sloping iron plate had been welded to the front.

A ring of wooden armor plates was nailed to the side and painted gray, making it look somewhat presentable.

Two blacksmith mice sat behind the armor plate, squeaking excitedly.

The last two were just flatbed carts, each with a rotating turret fixed to its chassis, the cannon barrels pointing upwards, and the gears and cranks on the base exposed.

It's ugly in a very frank way.

Molen stood on the hood of the Mousefinch Tank, hands on his hips, exuding an air of superiority.

On the second cart at the rear, Sulfur held onto the cannon barrel support with one hand and pointed to a randomly lucky chimera beast on the distant wasteland with the other.

Move the joystick three notches to the left!

Two militia rats gripped the lever and spun it frantically, the gears meshing with a rattling sound, and the turret slowly turned to the left.

"Press the cannon twice!"

A militia mouse tiptoes to adjust the elevation bolt.

The scout mouse peered into the gun's sight from the breech and gave a thumbs-up.

"fire!"

With a loud bang, the cannon recoiled violently, and the entire cart, including the front and rear sections, tilted to the side, throwing the rats on it backward.

Molen deftly shifted his position on the hood of the car without being thrown off at all.

The car did not overturn.

Although it didn't hit the target.

The chimera in the distance stared blankly at the crater that had suddenly exploded beside it. It shrank its three necks, quickly tucked its scale-covered tail between its legs, and turned to run away.

Because only the second cart was equipped with the cannon, the two militiamen on the third cart, one holding onto the lever and the other pushing and pulling, turned the gun emplacement into a carousel, spinning it around and around.

"Ugh, stop for a second, I feel a little dizzy."

The rat girls on the city wall cheered:

"The Baron is so handsome!"

"The train is so cool!"

"I want to play too."

"This is a weapon, you're not allowed to play with it!"

The Rat Girl Train slowly came to a stop.

Molen jumped smoothly off the front of the car.

The militia rats on the back panel vehicle weren't so carefree.

After the rotating turret was added, the cart became much taller than before. The mouse girls lay on the edge of the cart with their backs turned, their short little legs pushing down to test the height.

I tried to reach the ground with my toes for ages but couldn't touch it.

"So high."

"Someone come and pick me up."

Sulfur crouched on the edge of the gun emplacement, her short white hair hanging down to cover half of her pretty face. Her red eyes glanced down at the ground, and she hesitated for a moment.

Climbing down would be a bit unseemly, and jumping down would be too high.

The little vampire mouse has its own kind of reserve.

Molen walked over and extended a hand in a very gentlemanly manner.

Sulfur glanced at him, pursed her lips, and reached out to touch him.

Molen steadily led her to the ground.

I didn't expect that the rotating turret would produce sulfur so quickly.

The rotating mechanism itself is not difficult at all; it consists of a rotating shaft, a gear crank, and a ring of gears on the outside.

However, the more complex the structure, the weaker the strength.

The artillery carriage wasn't exactly sturdy to begin with, and with the addition of a 360-degree rotating gear set, without a buffer, it would probably have been sent flying backwards by a single shot.

Molen originally thought the rat girls would simply add a few springs to make do, but he didn't expect Sulfur to actually understand mechanics.

A set of hydraulic buffer cylinders is embedded under the turret base. When firing, the recoil pushes the gun carriage to slide backward along the slide rail on the base.

The slime encapsulated inside the cylinder is squeezed by the piston through a fine hole into the liquid storage chamber. The viscous slime generates great resistance at the fine hole, which evenly absorbs and digests the recoil force.

Then the spring slowly pushes the gun mount back to its original position, the piston resets, and the slime is sucked back into the buffer cylinder.

Its structure is simple, reliable, and ingenious, even surprising Morren.

This level of professionalism is on a completely different level from that of an ordinary blacksmith rat; she has definitely done research.

Molen praised, half-jokingly:

"Well done! Want a couple of sugar cubes?"

Sulfur glared at him with displeasure:

"I'm not that little slime girl, don't treat me like a child."

Although she said that, a blush crept across her face.

Sulfur turned slightly, took out a leather glove from his waist, slowly put it on the hand that Moren had been holding, and then put that hand into his pocket.

The onlookers, the mouse girls, had already gathered near the mouse girl train, looking it up and down and chattering away.

Near the city gate below the city wall, another group of rat girls pushed carts to move one mining rail after another to the open space, stacking them neatly according to their length.

At this distance, more than 500 mining tracks actually look like just a small pile.

But for other territories, this is an insurmountable barrier.

As for the low hills, they are merely the foundation stones for paving the way.

Sulfur looked away and gazed at the pile of ore tracks.

"Although I am a runemaster, I don't know much about blacksmithing, but I should be able to help with mechanical matters."

Molen asked with some curiosity:

"Rune masters actually understand mechanics? I thought the rune creations in the capital were all big, dumb dummy things that could fly bricks with their strength."

The only time Morren ever saw a giant runic artifact was when he was a child and went on a trip to a certain city.

A runic iron giant, probably over fifty meters tall, was stuck headfirst in the middle of the city wall.

It was thrown down by a dragon girl.

It gave the young Moren a great spiritual shock. At that time, Moren simply didn't know whether he found the Iron Giant or the Dragon Girl more terrifying.

Sulfur leaned against the city wall and slowly said:

"They're mostly big, clumsy guys. Most of the rune masters themselves don't really understand this stuff, and even those who do understand it keep it to themselves."

"The manual the workshop owner gave us was half nonsense and half rubbish, as if he was afraid that anyone could actually learn anything from it."

"Vampire rats have an infinite lifespan and are extremely difficult to kill."

"Therefore, those masters were never willing to take on disciples. Each of them was a mobile library, but the books inside were never open to visitors."

She raised one hand and held up one finger.

"The bigger the runic artifact, the dumber it is."

"An item completed by a master craftsman is a masterpiece."

She held up her second finger.

"The two collaborated on a very ordinary work."

The third one.

"Those colossal creations, the masters in charge of different parts basically never communicated, and in the end they were incredibly stupid, relying entirely on high output to push through."

Sulfur suddenly turned its head to look at Moren, a hint of worry flashing in its red eyes.

“Boss, you’re like a mobile library for Aishan. Have you ever thought about what would happen if that day…”

Molen also leaned against the wall, turning his head to look at her.

"What do you mean, you want to bite me?"