I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 282

To pack an entire munitions factory into a steam train and send it from one location to another is a huge project, which is no less difficult than putting an elephant in a refrigerator.

The similarity between the two is that they can be decomposed into three steps: packing the factory, stuffing the bag into the train, and driving the steam train away; the difference is that the difficulty of the former is concentrated in the latter two steps, while the difficulty of the latter is about to break through at the beginning. Sky is up.

Sophia is deeply touched by this point... Although she has been fully psychologically prepared in advance, she has selected the most suitable factory, opened up the relationship with the railway committee, and even considered the traffic conditions during the transportation. She is convinced that the plan is perfect, Even a liar who claims to be loyal to himself is nothing more than that.

But when I really got started, what is meant by "plans can't keep up with changes", "the gap between theory and reality", "unimaginable flaws"...all of them popped up one by one.

First, the most direct question: how to pack?

If you say rifles, gunpowder, lead bullets and even artillery shells, cannons are all easy to handle. You can pack them according to the standard, and the drawings can also be stuffed into oilcloth bags... What about all kinds of machinery and equipment on the production line? Even if some parts can really be disassembled into parts and transported to the colony for reassembly, what about the remaining parts that cannot be disassembled, or can't fit into train cars at all?

Of course, this problem has been basically solved, and the entire factory has been packaged - if you really can't take it with you, you can only choose to give it up.

Next is the second most troublesome place... How to transport the packaged "arms factory" to the steam train at the Central West Station, and load it into the car accurately?

You must know that this is an entire military factory. There are nearly 100 freight carriages that need to be used, plus at least five times as many porters. The scale is large enough to block any transportation hub.

Moreover, Wangdu Central West Station is the most prosperous and most crowded area in Clovis City. Hundreds of freight carriages that have not been reported in advance suddenly appeared, and a pile of them is definitely related to contraband (arms) just by looking at the packaging. The goods are stuffed into the carriage of the steam train... This is no longer to treat people as fools, this is to have the ring of order come in person to avoid being discovered.

But if you know people from the Railroad Commission, even the top ones, they'll tell you a secret that there's an "abandoned station" outside of Clovis... it's shabby, old, and even looks like a cemetery They have passed the station, but as long as they have bought the captain of the additional train at Central West Station, they will find a way to stop there for a while.

This requires not only a network of connections, but also human affection, and the ability to make money - but Sophia has both.

Finally, the steam train loaded with goods is driven to the destination, and then unloaded, loaded, and sent to the Beluga Port colony; during this period, not only a strong overall management ability is required, but also an accurate timing, how to maximize the rational use of warehouse space , how to solve all kinds of unnecessary wastage and hoarding during the turnaround...

Such complex "minimal details" are problems that Sophia did not consider at the beginning, and did not realize until after the beginning. Any negligence in any one place will produce amazing waste and greatly increase the exposure risk of the entire plan.

"...But please rest assured, these issues have been resolved."

Inside the carriage of the fast-paced carriage, Erich wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and at the same time desperately restrained his right hand that reached out to the pipe: "I hired a young scholar from St. Isaac's College, he devised a formula to help porters We've saved a lot of trouble."

"Formula?" The originally impatient Sophia was stunned and asked with great interest.

"Yes, he wrote a bunch of... numbers and symbols to prove how large a steam train is about a military factory, what kind of packaging should be used to improve transportation efficiency, and what equipment and materials must be loaded on the train. , which can save space when using local materials..." Erich said more and more messily:

"In the end, the 'factory' that best matches the calculated results can be disassembled and packaged in just one week, transported to another place, and rebuilt as it is in a week."

"That pile of numbers and symbols...he called it the 'train factory equation'."

"We didn't quite believe it at first, but he gave the workers three weeks' leave and waited until the last week to start work, and it turned out... it really only took seven days, and I had to pay the workers a month's wages. !"

Erich's face showed a bit of depression, obviously he was quite distressed for those three weeks' wages.

It only takes a week to pack a military factory, and it can be rebuilt in another week. If my dear brother Ludwig heard this news, he would probably be too excited to be himself... Sophia's eyes flowed, and her curiosity became stronger:

"You just said the symbol, is it from St. Isaac's Runeology?"

Of St. Isaac's vast legacy, the Runes are probably the most obscure.

But this is not because of how advanced it is, but is basically useless in the eyes of most people; "Rune Literature", also called "Ancient Literature", is generally regarded by church scholars as St. Isaac's sorting out many dark ages. Ancient syllable writing, codified a whole system, and gave each symbol a separate meaning.

As a lover of mysticism and magic, Sophia has also studied this knowledge, but in the end she found that these runes are useless except as a secret code or decoration on jewelry, and the strange pronunciation is almost impossible to read. thing.

"No, he created it himself." Erich shook his head:

"Not only that, he himself seems to be quite disdainful of Saint Isaac. It is said that because he often made slanderous remarks about Saint Isaac in private, he was jointly expelled from the academy by several professors and deprived associate professors and lecturers. Identity, only the degree is preserved."

"I found him when I was recruiting a porter. It is said that he had been living in the slums in the outer city. He made a living by teaching the workers and children literacy and mathematics. He also designed a simple water purification facility and heating for the slum. device."

So he is not only a mathematician, an ancient writer, but also an inventor with strong hands-on ability... Sophia is more and more interested in this young scholar.

Young and talented, rebellious, not understood by the world but considerate of the lower class, these labels reminded her of Draco Wilters once in a supporting role in a novella detective, who appeared as the protagonist's assistant most of the time, but was actually shocked The talented scholar has repeatedly relied on his own invention to save the protagonist from danger.

Familiar episodes and plots continued to emerge in my mind, Sophia, who was trembling with her delicate body, took a deep breath, pursed her cherry lips, and pretended to be reserved:

"What's his name?"

"William Gottfried, you can call me William."

With pale complexion, messy short hair, a pair of purple and dark eye circles and almost transparent lips, at first glance, it seems more like an undead than a human: "Welcome, Governor Sophia Franz."

"……thanks."

The girl who was a little absent-minded suddenly woke up and said with a slightly stiff smile: "You must be the genius scholar Erich mentioned, the genius scholar who helped us a lot."

"You're welcome." The young man said lightly, with his ethereal eyes as if he didn't see the girl in front of him clearly: "It's not that I didn't get anything, everyone just got what they needed."

"Instead of wasting time chatting here, let me tell you the progress of the work - what do you think, I heard that we only have less than ten hours left."

This is a very difficult person... Sophia, who was disillusioned with the "genius inventor", frowned slightly. She suddenly understood the reason why the other party was kicked out of the academy.

But as Franz's eldest daughter, she certainly wouldn't be irritated by this little rudeness, and smiled slightly: "Of course."

William Gottfried shrugged, turned and walked towards the factory building, showing no courtesy, not even giving Sophia a chance to ask questions.

The skinny body was wrapped in the starched and shampooed college uniform, and it looked as if it was floating in mid-air from a distance; if the cold wind of Clovis winter was stronger, Sophia even suspected this young "genius". It will just fly away with the wind.

Resisting her full of doubts, the smiling Sophia followed closely behind him and came to the factory from the factory gate.

The expressionless William leaned almost all over the factory door, and pushed open the brand new door with the top of the top.

The girl's eyes showed a bit of surprise again... She came here once and pushed through the door with her own hands; if I remember correctly, she seemed to have pushed it open with one hand.

It's only been more than a month, and it has become so solid?

"Whirring whirring--……"

Out of breath, William was so tired that his face flushed red, and his sweat like a lot of sweat formed a large pool of water on the ground. There was a movement comparable to a broken bellows.

Just when Sophia wondered if he would suffocate and die of suffocation, William suddenly got up with a blank face, walked to a machine that looked like a desk clock, and flipped the switch on it.

"Crack - click - click -"

The crisp sound of gears began to sound, and the only hands on the huge dial began to turn.

After confirming that the machine was running correctly, William, who was expressionless, turned his head, indifferently as if it was carved out of the same mold as this machine:

"If you have any questions, you can start asking them, Governor Sophia Franz."

Taking a deep breath, Sophia looked around the factory very seriously for a week, and then smiled politely:

"I have two questions."

William Gottfried looked at her silently, as if a machine was waiting for valid instructions.

"The first one." The girl raised her right index finger, and Void pointed to the surroundings:

"The whole factory...I mean the equipment, the parts, the products and the workers?"

"It's all packed up and shipped to the station you arranged before." William replied mechanically in a tone without any emotion:

"As a matter of fact, we have already started construction before Your Excellency Erich's order. You came a little late, otherwise you might be able to catch the last batch of supplies; of course, you don't need to come at all, our The time is very abundant, even if the 12 hours are halved, it is more than enough."

"Really?" Sophia's smile grew wider, but the corners of her brows twitched slightly:

"If that's the case, why didn't you tell Erich about it, and let him go to Franz's residence and tell me to come here?"

William paused, showing his first expression so far - frowning slightly:

"Is this the second question?"

"……Do not."

Sophia smiled more and more happily.

"So it is a supplement to the first question, I understand..." William suddenly realized, and then resumed the expression at the beginning again:

"Because I have a small request that must be approved by you—and I don't know where you live."

"What request?"

"This is the second question..."

"no!"

"I am wanted and need a safe enough way to leave Clovis City; after thinking about it for a long time, I think it may be the safest to go with your munitions factory."

Young scholars gave the answer, plus a sufficiently heavyweight addition:

"...wanted by the trial."

"what?!"

Sophia was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered something.

Difficult, is the court cooperating with the Whitehall police, not because of arms smuggling, but because of... him? !

"Crack - click - click - click..."

Suddenly returning to God, Sophia, who was holding back her surprise, pointed to the dial that was constantly turning behind him, and asked with a slight trembling:

"Second question... what is this?"

"Oh, it's a manual timed alarm machine."

"Manual... Timing... Alarm?!"

"Yes." William said indifferently:

"As long as its dial is turned on for ten minutes~www.mtlnovel.com~, it will emit enough alarm sounds to cover the two surrounding streets-enough for the Whitehall policemen who are patrolling nearby to find the abnormality and take the initiative to come to the door."

"They found that the entire factory had been completely evacuated, and there was not a single weapon left in the warehouse. They will immediately seal all the steam trains that are about to depart from the station. Your plan to move the factory will immediately go bankrupt... Of course, so is my escape plan."

"The only way to get rid of it is to enter the pre-set password on the dial. The only person who knows this password is me."

Looking at Sophia, whose face was getting worse and worse, William Gottfried turned his head to look at the dial behind him—there were less than five minutes left.

But he firmly believed that Sophia would definitely agree.

The only problem is that the climate in the New World is said to be very harsh and unfriendly to weak people; and I am also seasick, and I don't know if I can survive a whole month of sea life.

Wouldn't it be a great loss if he escaped the pursuit of the court and ended up dying on the turbulent sea... William was in a dilemma deep in his heart.

Chapter end