I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

But Media's policy of nationalization and sublease of land made things simpler, because she no longer collected taxes on people, but on the land, and only recognized the land and not the people.

The nationalization of land destroyed the nobles' reliance on huge estates to continue their family's wealth for generations.

The head tax was changed to a land tax, and the focus of tax collection shifted to large businesses such as factories. It was transparent, vertical and efficient, which directly eliminated the meaning of their existence.

The model she implemented of forcibly recycling slaves and converting them into civilians also drained away their armed forces.

The ongoing purge and confiscation campaign of the nobility also wiped out all their ancestral heritage.

It can be said that Medea was completely forcing the nobles to death, not even giving them the chance to surrender or change their ways.

She stripped her of everything from her appearance to her inner qualities. It was a completely genocidal policy. When they woke up in the middle of the night, they had to sit up and scold her before they could fall asleep.

No wonder they wanted to kill Medea, this was a life-and-death situation.

The next day at noon, with legs and feet a little sore from sitting, Medea got off the train and took a deep breath of fresh air: "The air here is so fragrant, cough cough cough..."

The guards who had walked out of the carriage in advance all turned around and looked around more seriously. Anyway, they could look anywhere as long as they didn't look back.

Anna, who had been promoted to the chief of guards, patted her on the back and looked confused: "Does the smell of burning coal smell good?"

"Ahem, uh..."

Choked by the turbid steam, Medea held back a cough and glanced at the guards around him, looking a little embarrassed: "No, I just want to let it out..."

Chapter 46 It came quickly and ended even faster~

The midday sunshine in the city of Alos dispelled a lot of the chill and brought more pedestrians onto the streets. The workers, who had a two-hour break at noon, finished their lunch in the cafeteria and walked out of the factory in twos and threes to stroll on the streets.

Medea has not yet called for an eight-hour workday because it is not practical, but she can still afford lunch breaks. If she forces all the workers to work, who will consume the goods she produces?

The tea shops on the street near the train station welcomed their peak customer flow. The owner of one of the tea shops cheerfully greeted everyone who came in, and the staff dressed as waiters were busy serving hot tea and some snacks.

Although most people just order a cup of tea to warm themselves up and then gather together to chat, this can still bring in some income. In previous years, there were few customers at noon, but now he is quite satisfied with such a booming business.

However, amid the bustling noise, panicked screams and gunshots were heard outside on the street.

The boss who was standing at the door to greet guests saw a group of people killing the guard standing at the entrance of the train station and then rushing into the train station and exchanging fire with the station police, causing large-scale riots among the passengers.

The frightened people who wanted to leave this dangerous place crowded at the gate, blocking the patrol troops who had come to follow the noise and making them unable to move.

As soon as Medea got off the train at the Aros train station, two groups of people who were secretly observing in the station successfully confirmed the target.

Anna and Medea were talking in low voices, not paying attention to the outside world, but the ten-man guards in charge of alert and protection noticed that dozens of strangers who were walking in the opposite direction had unknowingly appeared around them.

"Stop! Please stop immediately! Nonessential people please leave immediately!!!"

Hearing the guard's shout, Anna immediately protected Medea behind her and pulled out a short and compact double-barreled musket from the special gun bag beside her thigh.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out in the train station. The passengers, who were already confused by the shouting, suddenly ran around in panic, pushing and shoving each other.

Medea watched helplessly as a baby in the arms of its mother was hit hard by a passerby and fell out of her arms. Fortunately, she used magic to suck the baby into her arms in time.

A quadruple Maxim machine gun tower on the train was used to prevent monsters from invading along the way. Under the control of the soldiers, the barrel of the gun pointed to the sky was moved downward.

However, in the next second, someone in the crowd who were running in panic suddenly stopped, a magical light popped out from the ground under his feet, and the whole person flew into the air and attacked the guard in the machine gun tower at an incredible speed.

Although he could not attack the guards hiding behind the thick steel plates, all the extended machine gun barrels were cut off by his long sword with magical light, rendering them unable to attack.

Dozens of people going in the opposite direction also burst out with dazzling magical light, and the aura of the leader even jumped to the same ninth-order level as Medea.

Half of the troops behind him rushed towards different carriages of the train, trying to eliminate the guards in some of the carriages and distract the firepower of his main force.

More than 20 people, led by a ninth-level wizard, rushed towards Medea with long swords emitting dazzling light.

The ninth-level mage who was charging glanced at the black muzzles of the guards' guns with contempt. With his shield, he could easily withstand this round of volleys of fire from the guards, not to mention the group of eighth-level teammates behind him.

He was totally unaware that the guns of the people opposite him were very different in appearance from the guns he had used for previous experiments, as well as the interested look in the eyes of Mitia who was holding a crying child.

“Bang bang bang bang…”

Dense and violent gunfire rang out, and immediately more than half of the mages in the assassin team fell to the ground with holes all over their bodies, and the rest were eliminated at a very fast speed.

Unlike what they expected, they would have to reload after firing a single shot, the bullets in the guns in the hands of the Media guards spewed out firepower violently and endlessly.

The leading ninth-level wizard barely managed to rush to one of the guards with his shield, and swung his sword to try to break through the defense, but his attack route was deflected by the spear that Medea stabbed with one hand.

"It was a perfect opportunity, but you didn't seize it~"

The charming and pleasant female voice and the pleasant fragrance blowing along the air flow could not relieve the shock and fear in his heart at this moment.

The guard who was almost killed by him on the spot had no intention of avoiding the attack. Even the frequency of reloading the gun in his hands did not change at all. He was still attacking him diligently.

At this time, the other teammates had been killed one after another, and more and more gun barrels were pointed at him. He could only use all his strength to maintain the shield and fly away.

However, the spear flashing with dazzling purple lightning arrived later but penetrated the shield that had reached its limit first, nailing him firmly to the platform support pillar.

Medea wrinkled her pretty nose as she looked at the leader who was barely breathing. "I didn't expect that there would be people who were so brainless as to charge into the air under the bullets. I don't know which idiot arranged these idiots."

The assassin leader who was nailed to the pillar was so furious when he heard this that he vomited a large amount of blood mixed with internal organs and died completely.

The guards in other carriages also dealt with the assassins and gathered around Medea. Except for a few who didn't react in time, most of the assassins were killed by the guards who were all equipped with new guns.

Watching Anna loading bullets into the pistol in an orderly manner, Medea was quite satisfied with the strength of this gun.

This firearm, whose prototype is Henry M1860, gave her a big enough surprise today.

Although in order to meet the lever-type magazine-changing principle, only round-head bullets can be used and the barrel must be smoothbore, resulting in lower shooting power.

But the tubular magazine under the barrel can hold a full 15 rounds of bullets, plus the rounds in the chamber, which makes a total of 16 rounds.

The loading and unloading triggering based on the lever principle can be completed within a few hundred milliseconds. If the hand speed is fast enough, three rounds can be fired in one second, and 16 rounds of bullets can be fired in a few seconds. This violent firing rate can eliminate all opponents at close range.

Ten guards can fire 160 bullets in just a few seconds. These assassins must be tired of living if they dare to rush into our faces.

But the ninth level is indeed tough. If she hadn't delivered the fatal blow just now, this man might have really escaped.

"Wow!!!"

A shrill cry brought Medea back to reality, and she quickly hugged the little one in her arms and rocked him: "Be good, don't cry, don't cry..."

The more she tried to comfort the other person, the louder he cried. After sniffing her nose, Medea suddenly exclaimed, "Oh! She pooped!!!"

He quickly tore off the tiny cloth bag, lifted the child up in the air and called out to Anna: "Nana, do you have any paper? Cloth is also fine..."

Anna lowered her head and grunted as she stuffed bullets into the gun barrel. She felt her head suddenly get hot, and streams of water flowed down the brim of her hat.

"What did you say? Hey! How come the rain water is warm..."

She looked up blankly, only to see the shadow above her head disappear in a flash, and Medea was holding the naked little kid and walking hurriedly into the carriage, leaving only a glimpse of his back to her.

Chapter 47 Should We Jump?

The teahouse owner watched helplessly as a group of magical armed personnel rushed into the train station. After a burst of gunfire, they ran out at a faster speed than when they came.

From time to time, someone was shot down by the patrol. When the remaining people who were fleeing saw the green-uniformed soldiers rushing towards them from the other end of the street with a heavy machine gun truck, their eyes suddenly became filled with despair.

"You have been surrounded. Put down your weapons and surrender within five seconds, or you will be shot on the spot!"

The military and police are not equipped with any heavy weapons because they have to consider the public during their daily patrols. Mitia will later equip them with lever-action rifles with weaker penetration to increase the density of firepower.

The military, on the other hand, does not have so many demands. They will use whatever big guns they have. But if they are accidentally killed by stray bullets while out in the field, they can only accept their bad luck and wait for compensation from the government.

After seeing these soldiers, the group of people instantly lost their fighting spirit, dropped their weapons, squatted down and covered their heads.

Medea didn't care much about the assassin. Naturally, the guards would trace the source and find out how her whereabouts were leaked. She only needed to look at the final report.

She was not surprised at all that she would be assassinated. After all, she was ultimately going against the most powerful people in the world. It would be strange if she didn't use dirty tricks. It all depended on one's own ability.

In addition to firearms, the reason she was confident in going out was that Shirley had clearly stated that there could be no Saint-level strongmen on this small continent, because there were not many of them even if all races on the entire continent were added together.

The ninth level is the highest level for most races. This hurdle is the leap from human to demigod, and it lies in the improvement of the state of mind.

The lifespan of several thousand years after reaching the Saint level will also allow these demigods to transcend their minds, and they will have very little regard for the concepts of bloodline, family and country.

However, this assassination today also reminded Medea that an ordinary assassin leader is at level nine. Perhaps magicians of this level are not as rare as she thought.

Moreover, their fighting style is very novel. Unlike the long-range attacks of the mages here, they choose close combat. The structure of the team is exactly the same as that of the army, and they are more flexible and agile than the traditional knights. This makes it very interesting.

Medea waited at the station for a while, and finally the little one's parents returned.

The young mother, with red and swollen eyes, bowed desperately to Medea to express her gratitude, while the little boy's father stood beside her with a face full of slap marks and grinned.

Before, Medea saw him carrying his wife and running away, abandoning their children. Although it was a bit difficult to judge, Medea could barely understand his choice.

Being able to think of taking the person next to you away in a dangerous moment is already better than most people. Children are important, but they are also not important at all.

And judging from the slap marks on his face, it was obvious that he hadn't gotten anything good from it.

"You lucky little guy, I wish you a peaceful life."

Holding the little one's head in her hands, the little thing that calmed down after changing the diaper was very cute. Medea kissed her on the forehead and handed her to her mother, and left the station with both of them thanking her profusely.

The nobles who were waiting in the castle with laughter and conversation did not receive the good news they hoped to hear.

Instead, they waited for the arrival of the First Infantry Regiment led by Instructor Astell Alos, which was also the truly mechanized infantry regiment under Medea's command.

Dozens of half-track trucks, some carrying soldiers and some towing artillery, followed by several transport vehicles loaded with military supplies, were rushing towards them quickly.

Such a configuration puts enormous pressure on logistics, so each leader of Media formed one or two reinforced regiment-level units according to their own resource situation as teaching teams to test the effect.

And this group of remaining old Alos nobles can now be used to practice.

In the holiday castle of Marquis Alos, there are several thousand private soldiers who were jointly built by the parties using the remaining property in other territories.

Each of them was uniformly equipped with a musket, and there were big men wearing heavy armor and holding heavy shields, as well as many mercenaries holding magic swords like the group that assassinated Medea before.

"Reporting to the Lord, there is an unknown group approaching us outside the castle. Judging from their flags, I suspect they are the guards from the city of Aros!"

The old Marquis of Alos and others who were drinking and chatting happily were stunned when they heard the words, and they all quickly stood up and walked towards the observation tower on the castle.

After seeing the number of soldiers outside the castle, the nervousness and fear on their faces turned into contempt.

The opponents only had a few hundred people at most, while they had thousands of people waiting in the solid castle, so why should they be afraid?

At this time, the 1st Infantry Regiment had already set up the field artillery and began to fire shells at the castle, and the infantry rushed towards the castle in groups of three.

There are also two anti-aircraft vehicles equipped with quadruple Maxim machine guns aiming at the sky above the castle to guard against the wizard's magical sneak attack.

The attack distance of magic is roughly equivalent to the range of machine guns, both of which are within the range that the human eye can see, so Medea has always used machine guns as a weapon to restrain long-range magicians.

The long dragon of fire snakes spewed out by the quadruple heavy machine gun...tsk tsk tsk, whoever gets hit by it will know it, and no one will make a sound.

The private soldiers who were defending and counterattacking in the castle immediately sent the heavily armored men holding shields to the front to block the gaps tightly.