Farming with Entries: From Lord to Emperor

Chapter 807 - 368: The True Purpose of the Molotov Cocktail_3

"Almost there."

Luo De held his breath as he observed the liquid in the basin, nodding with satisfaction.

"Now put them into the bottles."

Luo De stepped back a few paces and looked at the Frost Iron Guard, reminding him, "Be careful, don’t get any on you."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The Frost Iron Guard responded.

Following Luo De’s instructions, the Frost Iron Guard began using a funnel to pour the liquid into the bottles.

The bottles were specially made according to Luo De’s specifications, with a pear-shaped body and a long, thin neck for easier grip.

Luo De initially considered using glass bottles, but when it came to giving the actual orders, he thought that clay bottles might also be useful.

After all, clay bottles were less costly, not just in terms of materials, but potters were also everywhere.

However, Luo De still wanted to try it out to see if it was feasible before making a decision.

Once the bottles were seventy percent full of liquid, a simple layer of pine resin was applied to the mouth of the bottle, then an oil-soaked hemp rope was stuffed into it, before sealing it simply to create the firebomb.

"Looks decent."

Luo De looked at the finished product and nodded slightly.

Luo De originally wanted to try it himself, but upon further thought, he had Serge find five quite smart soldiers.

This firebomb was made for these ordinary soldiers.

Only when they learned to truly use it could it be effective.

As users, their feedback and thoughts were even more important.

Only if they could use it smoothly would the weapon be considered a success.

These five soldiers were spear throwers, and they kneeled immediately upon seeing Luo De,

"Great Saint Master, may you live forever."

The soldiers’ voices trembled, clearly a bit nervous.

"Rise, all of you,"

Luo De waved his hand slightly, "Don’t be nervous. I called you here today to experiment with this new throwing weapon."

Luo De pointed to the clay pots on the nearby table.

"In a moment, pick it up and use the torch to light the fuse on top."

"Then slowly count to three, one, two, three."

Luo De pointed to the stake twenty-five meters away, "Then aim and throw it at those targets."

Twenty-five meters was very easy for these spear throwers.

With a simple explanation, Luo De asked, "Who wants to try first?"

"Great Saint Master, I am willing."

The voices of all five soldiers rang out in unison, firm and determined.

Although they didn’t know what was inside, serving the Saint Master was an honor.

"Since you all want to try, let’s do it one by one."

Luo De casually pointed at one and instructed, "You can start."

"Yes, Saint Master."

The tall and sturdy soldier responded respectfully, quickly walking up to take a clay pot, and stepped forward.

Then the Frost Iron Guard handed him the lit torch.

The soldier, without hesitation, lit the hemp rope on the clay pot, counted to three as Luo De instructed, and forcefully threw it towards the stake.

The clay pot, trailing a fiery tail, drew an arc in the air.

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, the clay pot accurately smashed against the stake, shattering instantly.

Flames exploded like a flower, spraying out in all directions.

Not only did the hit stake catch fire, but even the nearby stakes began to burn.

The flames, accompanied by black smoke, engulfed all three stakes in an instant.

"Isn’t this too powerful?"

Everyone was stunned, especially the Frost Iron Guard.

Although they were not commanders, Luo De assigned them some military courses.

The Frost Iron Guard understood clearly that if this was thrown into the enemy’s formation and exploded, anyone hit by the spray would be in trouble.

Especially if thrown behind the enemy’s shield wall, the formation would fall into chaos.

Luo De anticipated this scene and calmly ordered, "Continue."

The second soldier reacted, hurried forward to pick up a clay pot, carefully lit it,

"One, two, three!"

As the voice fell, there was another light sound, and flames erupted again.

Then the third, fourth, and fifth soldiers all successfully threw theirs.

Even if they didn’t hit the stake, landing on the ground, the flames would still spread around.

The entire front of the training ground was ablaze, billowing with black smoke.

"Try throwing in the water pots."

Luo De ordered.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The Frost Iron Guards threw the pre-prepared clay pots filled with water into the fire, but the water not only failed to extinguish the flames, it actually made them bigger.

This did not surprise anyone.

The soldiers all had some common sense; flames from oil couldn’t be put out with water, only smothered.

However, there was nothing flammable ahead, and these flames would self-extinguish soon.

Luo De didn’t concern himself further, just had the Frost Iron Guards keep watch.

"What are your thoughts?"

He turned to the soldiers, "Are there any adjustments needed when throwing?"

The soldiers were nervous, glancing at each other, and no one spoke up.

They completely lacked the valor they showed earlier.

"Speak freely, it doesn’t matter if it’s right or wrong, I won’t hold it against anyone."

Luo De’s tone became serious, "But if you don’t have any opinions, it will greatly disappoint me."

"Great Saint Master."

The first soldier who threw the pot stepped forward and said respectfully, "This weapon is very powerful, but..."

He paused, "The clay pot is somewhat heavy, and the throwing distance isn’t very far."

"If the enemy has archers, we might get shot before we even get close."

"Very well."

Luo De told Serge, the guard beside him, "Note everything down."

Once someone spoke up, it made the others more willing to share.

The second soldier also nodded and said, "Yes, Saint Master."

"Also, after lighting it, there’s only a count of three."

The soldier chuckled, rubbing his hands, "If we slip or get nervous, it might explode on us; can we make the time longer?"

"I think the fuse could be longer."

The third soldier continued, "That way, we’d have more time to aim and throw."

"The bottle is also a bit slippery."

"The shape isn’t quite easy to grip."

...

The soldiers began discussing, one by one sharing their opinions.

They all voiced their thoughts, and Luo De was pleased.

The key to brainstorming is to put forth viewpoints and suggestions; whether they’re correct or not is a matter for future exploration.

"Very good."

Luo De nodded slightly, "Your suggestions are valuable. I will have improvements made and then let you test them again."

"Yes, Saint Master!"

The soldiers eagerly responded in unison.

Gaining recognition from the Saint Master was a joyous event.

Luo De had the Frost Iron Guards take them away and rewarded them.

Then he picked up the issues recorded by Serge and pondered alone.

"Weight, range..."

Luo De looked at the still-burning stakes.

Indeed, distance was an issue.

Ordinary soldiers could throw at most thirty meters, even strengthened spear throwers only reached forty to fifty meters.

This distance was too close for the battlefield.

If hand throwing didn’t work, couldn’t the stones on a catapult be replaced with such fire pots?

After the thunder and Frost’s breath, it seemed they could also be thrown from high above...

Wait a minute.

Luo De’s eyes lit up with sudden inspiration.

Why don’t I create an aerial bombardment unit?