I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

Xue Liya looked at her in disbelief: "I won't say whether your country can be successfully established, but from now on many people will definitely die!"

It's not like Shirleya hasn't seen the power of Astell's weapons. Weapons of this level may seem cumbersome in front of a strong person and can be played with like toys.

But it is an extremely powerful weapon in front of low- and middle-level magician knights, and this group of people have been stimulated by her from despair to anger and almost losing their minds.

Regardless of whether Medea can win or not, the destructive power that she and her people can cause is absolutely unprecedented in the magical continent.

"dead?"

Medea stopped and looked at the petite Xuelia and asked, "Isn't it true that there are not enough deaths? Do you know how many people died in one winter in the past?"

"Oh, you don't know, you can't see, but I can, and they can too. You can despise their weakness, they can live in humility, but no one can think of stepping on them like cockroaches or bedbugs."

"They know it even better than you do. Most of them will die, but their flesh and bones will become one with this land. They will either die quietly like before, or together they will build a new country of their own."

"Many people will indeed die in this way. Welcome to the purgatory on earth. An era full of despair, terror, misery, hope, dreams, and mission!"

"All you need to do is follow me to see, to greet, and to witness!"

Shirleya stared blankly at Medea's receding back. She didn't understand why a long-lived witch would say such a thing. Shouldn't she be as aloof and watch from the sidelines as they were?

But she was right. Since she didn't understand, she might as well go and see this most interesting story she had ever seen.

Medea pushed open the door of the combat conference room. Officers of all ranks inside stood up with a bang, looking at her with their heads held high, their eyes full of passion.

Mitia smiled and looked around: "The operation has officially begun. Let us work together to turn those invaders into victims."

The officer whose gaze she passed through straightened his posture even more in response to her gaze.

"If I fail, I will die with you. But I will not fail."

"There are only two outcomes to this war: either the enemy destroys us, or we destroy the enemy."

"Perhaps our words tonight will soon be forgotten, but our actions will surely be remembered forever!"

Memorizing their appearances, Medea turned and walked out:

If I fail, wrap my body in the party flag.

"victory!"

Seeing her raised arm, everyone raised their hands at the same time and shouted in unison:

"victory!!!"

It was a particularly cold snowy night, on a tower in front of a large building next to the railway tracks.

Four sentries wearing thick cotton coats stood in front of the iron glass window holding kettles, looking at the world outside covered in snow.

They are the railway guards of Astar, with a company as the basic unit and scattered throughout the criss-crossing railway lines of Astar.

They are specifically responsible for patrolling, inspecting, and driving away and killing monsters that enter the cordon, and are also responsible for certain territory defense tasks.

"Andel, keep an eye on the situation. I'm going to go out and check if the firing holes are frozen."

"Okay! Be safe."

Andel responded and operated the searchlight to look around, while Roy put down the kettle, put on gloves, and opened the thick steel door.

As the door was opened, a fierce cold wind blew into the house with snowflakes. He shivered with cold and dodged into the wind and snow.

The other two also walked to another small window and adjusted the spotlight to see if there was anything unusual.

At this time, Roy, who was outside, walked around the cabin in the cold wind and cleared the snow from each shooting hole.

The temperature difference between inside and outside is large, and it is easy for the accumulated snow to melt and freeze the shooting holes, making it difficult to open them. Therefore, they will come out to clean them from time to time and blow some fresh air to dispel their sleepiness.

After cleaning the firing holes one by one, he checked whether the canvases wrapped around the heavy machine guns were blown away by the snow. All these actions made him feel warm all over.

“Woo--!”

A familiar, long whistle sounded in the distance, piercing through the night wind and snow and echoing in the silent wilderness.

Roy hurried to the side closer to the railroad tracks, and the three people in the house also ran out after hearing the sound.

Through the falling snow, Roy could vaguely see that the same thing happened to his brothers in the same row in the tower opposite.

"Ouch!!!"

The roar became louder and louder, accompanied by the sound of whistles that came from far away. A huge and ferocious steam locomotive broke through the thick snow fog and appeared in front of them. The red flag on the top was dancing wildly in the wind.

"All of you! Salute!"

As they stood at attention and saluted, the steam locomotive rumbled past quickly, revealing a long winding stretch of haulage carriages behind it, on which were neatly parked new trucks and artillery pieces.

Looking at the steam locomotive carrying a large amount of equipment going away, the people who put down their hands couldn't help but show envy on their faces.

"Are these for the frontline troops? They're all good stuff!"

"Oh my god, we have artillery! When can we get some?"

"I'm still more curious about the use of those things in front. I saw the wheels. They should have the same function as a carriage?"

“Woo--!!!”

The sound interrupted the conversation of the people who were discussing this matter. They stood there again and waited for the new steam train to pass.

This time, the locomotive was pulling a passenger carriage filled with soldiers heading to the front line.

No one in Astar can sleep tonight. The steam stations in all areas are brightly lit, trucks and artillery are loaded onto carts, and groups of soldiers line up to enter the carriages.

The entire Astar's transportation lines were frantically delivering troops, supplies, and ammunition from the inside to the outside at a high frequency.

All of Astell's magicians, including Medea, were transferred to various trains to serve as transit stations for sending, receiving and summarizing information, allowing the logistics and transportation department to allocate routes in real time.

After delivering about two batches, the remaining packed trucks were all half-track trucks with front wheels and rear tracks, which were used to cooperate with infantry combat.

In fact, although they are called trucks, due to engine problems, the loading capacity of these trucks is actually not that good. They can only carry a few people and there is not much space.

Its main purpose is to transport ammunition and tow artillery, and it can be used as a small material supply station.

But Medea is already very content. Having something is better than having nothing. The scientific craftsmen in the rear are also working overtime to optimize and improve it. Everything is moving in a good direction.

Chapter 40 Trial

"Ah!"

"Shit! It's so cold."

On the wall of a military town near Astar in the Hendak Territory, two sentries hid in a wooden tower and huddled together around a campfire to keep warm.

Looking at the heavy snow outside that had not stopped for several days, one of them sneezed and complained, tightening his bloated armor.

He wore two layers of clothes inside, stuffed a lot of straw in between, then put on a coat and finally armor, but even if he wrapped himself like this, he couldn't resist the penetrating cold wind.

"Who said it wasn't true? Oh, it's really killing me to stay here in such a cold weather."

The other man replied in a bored tone, leaning on his spear. His equipment was much better in comparison. The thick cotton armor could provide some defense while keeping out the cold.

"It's all damn Astaire's fault! Damn, if it was winter we would have been lying in bed long ago, but now I'm freezing to death."

The soldier in cotton armor looked at him with pity: "Who made you love gambling so much that you even sold the cotton? You are a talent."

"How could I know this winter would be so cold? You don't know how popular cotton was back then. The caravans in Astaire were scrambling to get it!"

Shaking his head helplessly, the cotton-armored soldier said no more. He knew that this man would sell anything when he got into a gamble, and maybe freezing him would teach him a lesson.

"Hmm? There seems to be some noise outside?"

The cotton-armored soldier's ears moved, as if he heard a strange noise coming from the sky. He just stood up and wanted to go out to check.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

A series of loud explosions and violent vibrations caused him to fall to the ground, blood oozing from his ears and his mind went blank.

After a long time, a shrill cry of "enemy attack" was heard, but it was drowned out by a second round of even more violent bombing.

Outside the city where heavy snow was falling, tiny sparks of fire flickered continuously, and finally exploded into dazzling flames on the city wall, reflecting the dense crowd under the night sky.

"Captain, the shelling has stopped, and our superiors have ordered us to launch an attack immediately!"

Harlin, who had lost his youthfulness, smiled when he heard the order, and raised the spear in his hand: "Blow the horn! Flag bearer! The whole company is going! For the people! For Medea! Long live victory!!!"

"Long live victory!!!"

Torches were lit one after another, flames filled the mountains and the shouts and trumpets covered the sky. They easily broke through the city gate and began to occupy the city wall.

The soldier in cotton armor, who had been confused for a long time, stood up shakily and shook his head a few times to try to wake himself up.

Looking at his teammates shivering and curled up at the foot of the wall, he spat out a mouthful of blood and phlegm in anger: "Get up and fight! If you stay there, you will really die!"

He turned around and saw that the enemy had already rushed up to him. He subconsciously raised the rifle in his hand, aimed at the enemy and pulled the trigger hard.

I just heard a "da" sound, and then nothing happened...

"WCNM!!!"

The soldier in cotton armor did not hear the expected gunshot, and the other side saw him raising his weapon and aiming at him. He was so scared that he pulled the trigger desperately.

"Ding! Bang!"

"puff"

After a gunshot, he felt a piercing pain in his chest. Before he could react, his teammates behind the enemy also raised their rifles. After a gunshot, he fell to the ground.

Looking at the soldier who rushed in and shot his comrade who had been hiding in the corner, he was confused with blood flowing out of his mouth. Why didn't his gun go off?

"Fuck, little Geer, are you blind? Are you looking for death by rushing so fast?"

"I...I was blinded by the fire, otherwise I would have shot before him!"

"Bullshit! If his gunpowder hadn't been damp, you would have been the one killed! I'll report this to the platoon leader and punish you to carry ammunition boxes!"

"ah?!!!"

As they were talking, they saw the soldier in cotton armor still alive on the ground. They looked at each other and one of them said, "Forget it, let's kill him."

"Um..."

"..."

The vibrations woke up Barros from his deep sleep. He opened his eyes and looked at his companions who were sleeping soundly together.

He struggled to move his sore arms, pressed himself against the wall and managed to sit up straight. He put his ear against the wall and listened carefully, a look of surprise on his coal-dust face.

"This is..."