George's 1422 rifle was, if Lynn had to describe it, a complicated early rifle.
For example, it actually used a one-piece bolt.
The advantage of a segmented bolt was that its parts weren't complicated in shape and were easy to machine.
The downside was that it increased friction, made it easier for dirt to accumulate, reduced reliability, and also made the locking less consistent, greatly reducing accuracy.
Then again, people liked things to be perfect, didn't they?
With the Dwarves' precision machining skills, they could handcraft a master machine, then keep improving industrial machine tools, and eventually produce high-precision machine tools. That would solve the problem, wouldn't it?
On top of that, Lynn had provided them with advanced knowledge from the start.
So they gritted their teeth and forced their way up the tech tree.
They had also freed a whole lot of Dwarf slaves, who could be put to work.
Now, Lynn had returned to his Academy of Sciences.
Aningsbe had become a fully industrial city.
Its economy was thriving, and a magic shield kept out the blizzards.
It could be called a city unlike any other in the basin that had once been the Demi-human Kingdom.
Its population had grown to 300,000 in just a few years, and it was still increasing.
Countless buildings were under construction.
It was both an industrial city and a political center.
The changes were happening at a dizzying pace, forcing the government to come up with the concept of inner and outer rings.
Roads were being built as wide as possible.
They weren't pretty pedestrian streets, but ugly, broad roads.
They were building eight-lane roads to keep traffic from getting jammed as much as possible.
The Academy of Sciences had changed, too.
A new five-story building had been added, and the old