I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

Medea shook her head: "No! My grandfather probably thought you were going to let him die alone, but he didn't expect you would send the entire Astaire army to their deaths!"

She looked back at the angry subordinates behind her, and looked down at Videl: "Look at these people behind me, they are the descendants of those soldiers."

"This country is in tatters. Everything my grandfather and father did, everything they fought for, everything the soldiers died for, everything they did has gone to waste."

"A country that cannot accommodate heroes is not a country we should fight for!"

After saying this, Medea turned to Anna who was standing obediently beside him and instructed: "Go and tell the commander's room about my order. The garrison division in Uruk will march out immediately and eliminate all the people in Videl's army."

Upon hearing this, Videl stood up suddenly, but was immediately pushed back by the two burly knights who had been following Medea as a front.

His face flushed red, and he shouted angrily, "No! No! You can't do this! They are innocent! You are trying to start a war!"

Ignoring his anger, Medea said calmly, "Then fight! At the beginning, I intended to peacefully recruit you into our team, but now that's not the case. I will not be lenient towards the enemy."

At this time, Anna had not left yet, but instead directed others to pull all the controlled members of Videl's army to the rear of the carriage, and then she went to do the rest.

The lady said that all the people in Videl’s army should be eliminated, and these people here are naturally included in it.

Soon, Videl experienced the cruelest five minutes of his life.

One by one, the Wedel officers and soldiers, with their bodies and mouths bound, were escorted to the entrance of the carriage. They knelt on the ground trembling, guns were put to the back of their heads and the trigger was pulled, blowing them in the head, and then they were kicked off the train at random.

Medea's cold voice came to his ears: "Blood debt must be paid with blood. What are you afraid of? That's what we are going to do!"

Continuous "ding ding" sound of hammers

The "bang bang" sound of gunfire as the magic powder exploded and released energy formed a strange rhythm that continued to echo in the carriage.

Videl watched all this with bloodshot eyes.

He was the first person to see this kind of weapon in the outside world, and he was also the first person to witness its terrifyingly high killing efficiency.

The two intertwining sounds were deeply engraved in his mind, becoming a nightmare that woke him up countless times in the middle of the night for the rest of his life.

"..."

"You...you witches are devils! Every one of you is just like Miranda, born without any compassion for life!"

Videl, who was thrown into a carriage and sent away like a dead dog, left these words behind.

Medea just sneered and didn't take it seriously at all. In her opinion, the word "devil" was a neutral word.

After all, you can either become the devil of your enemies, or be a saint and become the devil of your own people.

Which one would you choose?

From friendly contact to confrontation, the development of things was somewhat beyond her expectations, but she didn't care too much, because plans can never keep up with changes.

Astaire officially raised the banner of rebellion and became independent from the kingdom from the moment Videl was sent away. She also skipped the process of going to the capital to receive a title, and directly lost her title and became a commoner. This actually felt pretty good.

The kingdom's rebellion-suppression army followed the normal process, from issuing orders to the lord summoning the lesser lords to draw troops, and finally gathering together to attack.

After completing this process, it is estimated that Medea will have about two months to prepare.

This means that Medea has relatively ample time to prepare for war, giving her time to adjust the direction of industrial production capacity and to recruit and mobilize the reserve forces.

The training time for musketeers is usually about one month. If it is accelerated, it can be compressed into half a month, but the quality will be slightly worse.

Based on Astar's current population of nearly 12, she can probably squeeze out about 20 soldiers. The bullet fired by a -year-old child is no less powerful than that fired by a -year-old.

Of course, this is an extreme measure for the most difficult times.

In fact, the army that the Kingdom of Ovinia could mobilize would not exceed 100,000. As the defending party, she had a strong city and powerful artillery.

About 30,000 men are probably enough to hold out, and there is no need to withdraw Uruk's city defense troops.

Moreover, there is a special defensive weapon against cavalry and infantry, which Astar's industrial level is already capable of manufacturing.

That's barbed wire.

The wire drawing process has very low requirements, and it is also very simple to add a barb group to the iron wire. The main reason is that the demand for iron is relatively large. After all, if the wire mesh is to become an unavoidable obstacle for the opponent, the placement density cannot be too low.

Moreover, the main function of the barbed wire is to slow down the opponent's advancement speed and efficiency. If you really want to cause effective damage from a distance, you have to use artillery, but the Astar Territory does not produce magic crystals.

Modern armies are strong in every aspect, except for their only shortcoming, which is that they are very sensitive to a country's industrial logistics system. If you cannot keep up with the supply in the rear, their front lines will immediately become firewood sticks.

Chapter 14 Don't be afraid, I'll only break one of your legs

Bernard Village

The village is not big, with only dozens of households and a total population of only a few hundred people. Since it is close to the forest, people here can earn some extra money by logging and hunting in addition to farming.

Under the goddess statue in the center of the village, a dozen children were playing happily. Several middle-aged women were sitting around talking and laughing, and occasionally picking up the cloth in their hands to mend it a few times.

Ever since Medea drove away the manor owners, these villages that were dependent on the small lords have been freed of the heavy burdens on them, and their lives have naturally become visibly better.

"Yarli family, your two acres of land have a good harvest this year, right?"

A long-faced woman in the crowd looked at the brown-haired woman who was sewing next to her. The others also asked in a chattering voice:

"Yes, I saw the wheat in your field growing well a few days ago. How is the harvest?"

"It should be OK. I heard that Lord Medea specially ordered people to pick the largest wheat ears for seeds, saying that this way the crops will grow better and better."

The brown-haired lady raised her head and smiled shyly at the aunties: "Indeed, the harvest is much better. Two acres of land can fill two more bags than before."

The women around were suddenly in an uproar:

"Wow! Doesn't that mean your family will have an extra bag left after paying the grain tax?!"

"That's a lot indeed. A few years ago, we could only get three bags per acre of land at most. Now, that's almost doubled!"

"When can we get this grain seed? One more bag per acre of land can provide more food for a long time."

"I guess there are still some waiting. I heard from the village chief that only military families can receive it now."

After hearing someone say that it only happens in military families, the enthusiasm of others was immediately dampened.

The long-faced lady who had started the conversation earlier said with envy, "Tsk, being a military dependent is great. When my son grows up, I'll send him to join the army. I think it's more reassuring to have more."

"Oh, you are really willing to do that. Being a soldier means going to the battlefield, which is too dangerous. I think it's pretty good now. Not only can I have enough food to eat, but I can also buy cloth to make new clothes."

Another aunt retorted that she was very satisfied with her current life. There would always be casualties in war, so she felt there was no need to take risks again.

The other aunts nodded in agreement when they heard this, but they didn't continue to worry about the issue of grain seeds.

The brown-haired woman forced a smile at everyone, lowered her head and continued to do the work in her hands, but her hands did not move for a long time.

"Joining the army means going to the battlefield." These words pierced her heart like a needle, making her a little upset.

What they didn't notice was that a young curly-haired man in military uniform had come over carrying a package, and shouted to the woman who was looking down in surprise:

"mom!"

The brown-haired woman's hand trembled, and the needle accidentally pierced her hand, and drops of blood immediately oozed out.

She looked up blankly, and when she saw her son standing in front of her, she was surprised and delighted:

"Son!...Why are you back?"

The young man dropped the package in his hand and walked up to his mother in two or three steps. He took out a small handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it on her finger to stop the bleeding. He said distressedly, "Mom, why are you still so careless?"

The brown-haired woman looked up at her eldest son, who was almost a head taller than her, and let him complain with a smile on her face.

The aunts turned around and gathered around in surprise:

"Ouch! It's little Harlem who's back!"

"This military uniform is so nice! Let me touch it, the material feels so comfortable!"

"Go away! Don't let others damage your calluses!"

"How much stuff is in such a big package? It must have cost a lot of money, right?"

Harlin also smiled and greeted the aunties around him who had watched him grow up, and patiently answered their various questions.

The children playing around also gathered around at this time, looking up at this tall and handsome big brother with curiosity.

Harlem half-knelt down to be level with the kids, pulled over a little boy who was still sniffling, and said with a smile: "What? Don't you recognize me, Harlem? I've spanked you before."

The child couldn't help shrinking his neck when he heard that, and said with a wry smile: "I really didn't recognize you, Harlem brother, you are so handsome now."

As he spoke, he looked at Harlem's military uniform with shining eyes, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the eagle badge hanging in the center of his hat brim.

"Eh!"

Harlin turned his head away from the little boy's hand and said seriously, "You can touch other places as you like, but not this."

"Forget it. You won't understand even if I tell you...Hey, I brought some candy. Each of you can take one and go play!"

As he spoke, Harlin took out a small bag of candy from the package and gave some to the children.

It was only in recent years that Mediah released a portion of the sugar as welfare subsidies to the army after the production of sugar increased. The sugar that Harlin had on him was what he saved because he couldn't bear to eat it.

Seeing the candy, the children around cheered immediately. They didn't know what candy was, but just eating it was enough to make them happy:

"Wow! Thank you Harlem!"

"Is this candy? I heard it's sweet. What does sweet taste like?"

"Stupid, you will know after you eat it."

After sending away the children and the old ladies, he picked up his bag and returned to his long-lost home with his mother.

The younger brother and sister, who had gone down the mountain with their father to pick up branches, received the news and ran back first, just in time to bump into the two people who were about to enter the door.

"What? You don't recognize me, your brother?"

Harlin picked up his sister who was looking at him timidly and stuffed a piece of candy into her mouth. He also stuffed a piece into his four-year-old brother. The strange feeling after not seeing each other for half a year was immediately washed away.

As the father returned home carrying firewood, the small yard was suddenly filled with laughter.

At the same time, a chaotic scene was taking place in the Astaire Manor.

With the increase of time and experience, Elisa's temperament became more and more elegant. She was chasing her naughty child all over the manor with a stick in her hand. A group of maids behind her wanted to stop her but did not dare to, so they could only follow her step by step.

"Koy! Where are you? Get out here!"

The sound came into the study through the window. Mitia, who was checking the progress reports of officers from various places arranging soldiers' rotation leave, couldn't help but pinched her brows and looked at the little head that popped out of the door and said helplessly: "Why did you make mother angry again?"

As the little head turned around, Medea saw the face clearly, her hands froze, she pursed her lips, and couldn't help laughing:

"Pfft...you stole the lipstick I gave to my mother?! Anna, look! Hahahaha!"

I saw Koi at the door with his chubby face full of red marks, and his little mouth was also covered with red marks. He was looking at Medea pitifully, with his bloody mouth wide open: "Sister."