bacchusnovels What exactly went wrong in Chapter 289?
What exactly went wrong in Chapter 289?
During the two days of dismantling the tanks, Bahrain has recounted everything he saw and heard in Great Xia.
So at that moment, everyone didn't chat much and just focused on enjoying the food and wine.
With such delicious liquor, time always flies by.
Elder Glenn vigorously emptied the empty bottle, and the last drop of wine fell into the bowl.
He greedily licked the bottom of the bowl clean, then looked at Bahrain with lingering satisfaction.
"Is there anything else?"
"Hurry up and bring it out, I want another bottle!"
King Muradin was also eager to make a move.
He hadn't had enough to drink, and was just about to speak...
Bahrain, however, firmly and righteously refused:
"Elder Glenn, we agreed at the beginning that each person would get half a bottle."
"This is a rule set by His Majesty."
Muradin: "..."
He swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
If I were to ask for it, wouldn't I be making a fool of myself?
"Cough... Bahrain is right."
"Business comes first."
He could only wave his hand in frustration.
"Go back to work, everyone."
Everyone reluctantly put down their knives and forks.
Back next to the pile of tank parts, looking at that huge pile of parts, I felt overwhelmed again.
Fortunately, they are all strong individuals, and they won't forget how they dismantled the structure after just one night of drinking.
Muradin ordered:
"Let's study the engine first!"
"I already knew this when we dismantled it. This thing uses diesel fuel to power the iron rod in the middle."
"The iron rod connects to the gearbox, and the gearbox drives the wheels to run."
"The principle isn't difficult; let's put it back together!"
Everyone immediately took action.
A few hours later.
The engine was finally assembled, and the engine oil was drained back into the engine.
The group stood in front of the engine, admiring their masterpiece.
"Not bad, not bad, it looks exactly the same as the original. There are a lot of parts, but it's nothing special!"
"That's right! Our dwarven craftsmanship is renowned in Terra, so something this complex is naturally no challenge for us!"
Just then.
Elder Glenn turned his head and was stunned.
"etc……"
"Why are there a bunch of screws on the ground?"
Everyone looked over.
There were indeed more than a dozen screws and several washers scattered on the ground.
"???"
"Where did this come from?"
"Haven't they all been installed?"
"Damn it, who's so childish? This kind of prank isn't funny!"
"You must have put the screws for other parts here!"
"Bullshit! You're the one who got it mixed up!"
"Who are you talking about!"
The workshop immediately descended into chaos, with everyone blaming each other.
Muradin's temples throbbed.
"That's enough!"
He let out a loud shout.
"Stop arguing, let's try it out first!"
Bahrain stepped forward, frowning as he looked at the engine.
He had received basic maintenance training from the Bactrians and knew that the engine needed diesel fuel to start.
but……
How do I start it?
They removed all the wiring, motors, and batteries!
Bahrain:"……"
He stared at the engine in front of him, lost in thought.
The crowd gathered around.
"What's wrong?"
"What are you standing there for? Start it!"
"Let's see if this thing can spin!"
Bahrain's mouth twitched:
"Cannot start..."
"Batteries and motors have become the most basic components; we can't put those things back together..."
Everyone: "???"
Elder Glenn's eyes widened:
"Why didn't you say so earlier!"
"I didn't think that much about it, I thought I could put it back!" Bahrain said helplessly.
Muradin rubbed his temples.
"So the current situation is..."
"The engine is installed, but it won't start?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
An eerie silence fell over the workshop once again.
Everyone looked at each other.
Seeing that King Muradin's face darkened and he was about to lash out.
Driven by a survival instinct, Bahrain had a sudden inspiration and quickly waved his hand.
"Don't rush, don't rush!"
"I also have the instruction manual and repair booklet!"
He took out two thick boxes of booklets from his spatial ring.
The cover is printed with the common language of Terra.
This was translated and printed by Daxia to facilitate reading and understanding by various ethnic groups.
"Yes, the people of Great Xia say that you can look here for anything you don't understand."
Bahrain handed the booklet to everyone.
"It's written very clearly above, let's study it first."
The elders' eyes lit up. With this, the difficulty of counterfeiting would not be so high!
"I didn't expect the people of Great Xia to be so generous, even providing repair manuals?"
"Are they really that confident they can't be copied or plagiarized by us?!"
soon.
A strange scene unfolded in the workshop—
A group of muscular, bearded dwarf men.
Each of them held an instruction manual that was thicker than a brick.
He buried himself in his studies.
The scene was inexplicably funny.
"Oh, I see!"
Elder Glenn slapped his thigh suddenly.
"I understand!"
"The engine needs an electric motor to start."
"The motor needs a battery to power it!"
The other elders nodded in agreement.
"Yes, yes, I understand now!"
"This is a chain reaction!"
"The battery powers the motor, the motor drives the engine, and the engine ignites and runs!"
"The logic is clear and it's very simple!"
Everyone was full of confidence.
They rolled up their sleeves and got to work.
But here's the problem—
The motor and battery had already been disassembled into pieces, becoming the most basic components.
A group of people stood around a pile of parts, staring blankly.
Next, they repeatedly compared the information with the instruction manual.
Installed and disassembled, disassembled and installed.
After all that effort, it was all for nothing.
There was no other way, so Bahrain had to deploy a new tank.
"Listen up, everyone!"
He glared at everyone.
"We mustn't take this apart too much. We need to remember the order in which we put it back together, otherwise the loss will be huge if we can't put the tank back together!"
Everyone nodded in agreement and began to systematically disassemble the battery and motor wiring of the new tank.
Elder Glenn rubbed his hands together.
"This time we're experienced!"
"It will definitely work!"
They installed the battery and motor onto the engine.
Bahrain pressed the start button.
The motor started spinning.
The engine flywheel also started spinning.
But it just won't start.
Elder Glenn: "???"
"What happened?"
"It's already been rotated!"
The other elders also gathered around.
They discussed it animatedly.
Bahrain opened the instruction manual.
Compare page by page.
"We've added diesel engine oil, so theoretically there shouldn't be any problem..."
He scratched his head.
"All the steps are correct."
Why can't it start?
Elder Glenn snatched the instruction manual.
He buried himself in research.
After looking at it for a while, he looked up and said:
"I can't see what's wrong with it either!"
King Muradin walked over,
"Check it again!"
"Something must have gone wrong somewhere!"
Everyone got busy again.
Disassembled and reassembled.
Installed and then disassembled.
It took two hours of effort.
It still won't start.
Elder Glenn plopped down on the ground, landing right on an extra screw that had been left over from assembling the engine.
He felt something poking his butt, and in a fit of anger, he grabbed it without looking and threw it away.
He was muttering to himself.
"Where exactly is the problem?!"
"Did the Great Xia people deliberately trick us?!"
Bahrain is also having a headache.
"That shouldn't be the case..."
"That's how they operated when I was studying at Daxia University."
"Why doesn't it work here?"