If you ask Rhaella, you will stop Dickon.
Horn Hill city has been besieged for several months, and information has long been blocked. When Dickon led the army back to the defense more than two months ago, Highgarden had not yet fallen. Is Euron's new weapon really so powerful?
Can Highgarden, which has three city walls, be captured in such a short period of time?
Rhaella continued, "Sam has only seen the power of artillery, and my project in Citadel is to be responsible for casting artillery. I can tell you responsibly that if your castle can't withstand twenty cannons, most of it will collapse."
"Who are you? Dornish." Dickon looked at the short-haired Dorne beauty in front of him and asked with a questioning look on his face.
Sa Rhaella bowed and saluted, "My name is Sa Rhaella Shad, and I am a Sand Snakes."
Shade, the surname of an illegitimate child in the Dorne area. A mere illegitimate child is certainly not worthy of Dickon's attention. But this Shade is extraordinary, she is Sand Snakes...
Oberyn Prince Martell never married a wife, had many mistresses, and had many illegitimate children. Among these illegitimate children, there are several special ones. They are the several illegitimate daughters named "Sand Snakes". They grew up in Sunspear, were cultivated by Prince Oberyn, and each possesses unique skills.
The most important thing is that these direct members of Sand Snakes and House Martell are very close and have a deep relationship.
Dickon couldn't help but ask, "I remember Citadel doesn't accept women, how could you possibly study in Citadel?"
"Essos's disguise mask can help me disguise myself as a man." Rhaella explained simply and clearly.
Dickon was silent for a while and asked, "Where did you originally want to escape? Dorne?"
Sa Rhaella shook his finger, "No, no, no, we are going to King's Landing."
Dickon felt relieved, "Father is here at King's Landing. If you go there, you can take care of me... But, I still can't agree with your idea of abandoning the castle."
Sa Rhaella proposed a solution, "Otherwise, you lead the army to stay, and we will take your mother and sister to King's Landing to seek asylum."
Dickon coughed a few times, "They are my sisters. Although I look more mature, I am actually only fifteen years old..."
Sa Rhaella looked at Samwell in disbelief. After getting a positive reply, she laughed dryly and said, "Haha, it's my problem, I didn't see it..."
Dickon looked back at his three sisters, then at Mrs. Melissa Florent Earl, and sighed, "You go, I'll stay."
"No, you come with us! If you stay here, you will only die." Sam became stubborn at this time and said firmly.
Dickon held the sword on his waist and said sternly, "Someone must stay to guard House Tarly's last honor."
Abandoning the city and fleeing would not make the Seven Kingdoms nobles laugh at him? House Tarly must not bear such a big stain!
House Tarly is the great noble who wants to succeed Westerlands, so he cannot make a mistake like this.
Samwell changed from his usual cowardice and tightened his grip on Dickon's wrist, "No, you are House Tarly's future, you cannot die here! I am your eldest brother, I will stay while you and your mother leave..."
"Bang!"
After he finished asking, he was knocked unconscious by Dickon.
Dickon supported the unconscious brother, with a touch of warmth in his eyes, "Yes, you are my eldest brother. You have never fulfilled the responsibilities of an elder brother since you were a child. Since you don't have the appearance of an elder brother, don't embarrass me at the last moment..."
Mrs. Melissa Florent came over and held her youngest son's hand, "Dickon, you come with us."
Dickon's eyes turned red and he smiled bitterly, "Mother, someone must stay to contain these enemy troops. Otherwise, no one will be able to escape."
Rhaella nodded in agreement, "Sir Dickon is right, someone must stay to break up the rear. Otherwise, we won't be able to go far and they will catch up."
Melissa Florent hesitated to speak, and finally could only sob secretly.
The three sisters also gathered around and hugged their brother Dickon goodbye with a northward expression.
It was night, and Sa Rhaella and his party left Horn Hill city along the new secret road. Five women crowded into a carriage, and Samwell was tied to the luggage at the back of the carriage. Sa Rhaella personally drove the carriage, taking advantage of the night to go north to the Highgarden territory.
One night four days later, two carriages outside Highgarden witnessed a wonderful battle between Dragon and a sea monster.
Then, they quietly followed the Highgarden convoy and headed north with this large force.
During this period, these two carriages were also spotted by Bingling in the sky, but since they did not look like pursuers, Bingling ignored them.
Time returns to the present.
Crownlands, King's Landing, Alchemists' Guild.
"Bang!"
Gary is holding the first flintlock gun he made and is testing it.
He needs to record the data, then make fine adjustments, and finally enter the mass production stage.
In his plan, the mass production of flintlock rifles will be divided into two levels. The first is the 500 Valyrian steel rifles built by himself, which will be distributed to the 500 elite troops of Tysha.
Second, let King's Landing and the Smith use ordinary steel to make flintlock guns and popularize them on a large scale. However, with the current level of technology, the barrel and bolt produced may not be very durable and need to be replaced frequently, otherwise there will be a risk of the chamber exploding.
This will undoubtedly increase the production cost and limit the popularity of flintlock guns.
According to the estimates of King's Landing and the Smith, they could build up to 5,000 flintlock guns and 10,000 sets of barrels and bolts within half a year.
This number already satisfied Gary. He disassembled the metal parts of the flintlock gun and handed over the large parts to the Smith of King's Landing, such as the barrel and part of the bolt.
The small parts, Gary, were handed over to a group of the Smith from the North, and let them secretly build them in the Smith shop of Red Keep.
As for the preparation of Blackfyre medicine, it was all done by the key personnel of the Alchemists' Guild. Under the dual supervision of Melisandre and Bran, they are unlikely to leak the secret.
In this case, even if one or two people leak partial information about the flintlock gun, it is impossible for the enemy to obtain the complete design drawing of the flintlock gun.
After a hundred test firings, Gary put down the corrugated steel flintlock gun in his hand, "The material of the gun stock needs to be changed, choose lighter wood. The paper pellets wrapping the gunpowder also need to be changed. It is too thick, and it is easy to jam the barrel when firing, seriously affecting the accuracy of the bullet. Also, the round bullets should be rounded, otherwise the barrel will be easily damaged..."
Hallyne Vice President wrote down everything one by one, "Understood, Your Majesty, I will make improvements immediately."
Gary looked at the corrugated steel flintlock rifle on the table and sighed, "It would be great if it could be equipped with a sniper scope. It's a pity, Blackfyre The smoke generated by the burning of the powder is too great, so it is destined to be impossible to install a multiplier scope on the flintlock rifle."
He turned to Melisandre and said, "The production of the artillery will also be put on the schedule. Remember to follow up. The artillery is too big and uses too many materials. I can't waste Valyrian steel to build it. So you can only use ordinary steel and you must strictly control the quality."
The artillery was bulky, but powerful. He planned to use it to defend the castle and place it on various city walls. This would deter the enemy and also free up most of the city's defenders, allowing more troops to accompany him to the four kingdoms.