Vientiane Throne of Civilization

Chapter 1739: Uprising
Unseen, undercurrents began to stir.

Even if Black Spider was unwilling, he was powerless to change the current situation.

It was a night that seemed all too familiar, with sickles and hammers clashing as large numbers of slaves quickly gathered under the cover of darkness.

A loud bang as the door was kicked open jolted Figo awake from his sleep. Amidst the screams of his concubine beside him, a group of slaves rushed in.

"What do you want to do?!"

Realizing something was wrong, Figo's voice became shrill.

However, these slaves didn't bother to waste words with him. The young man in the lead, holding a pitchfork, darted forward and plunged the pitchfork into Figo's stomach!
The splattered blood made the concubine's screams even more piercing, but it did not affect their subsequent actions. In a short time, more farm tools were directly used against them.
Having gained experience and learned from the previous lesson, the Russian Republican Party, which rose up again, took things even more thoroughly.

The same thing is happening now at Zam's estate.

After all, looking at the entire Kingdom of Smith today, the biggest group of slave owners are these councilors.

Killing them would free more slaves, allowing them to quickly amass more power.

The Russian Republican Party, which rose up in rebellion, has gained strong momentum tonight.

In the Kingdom of Smith, not to mention Black nobles, any Black person with a little money had one or two slaves at home to serve them.

This means that once the Russian Republican Party rises up, their actions will be coordinated from within and without.

Even the strongest fortresses and strongholds can be destroyed from within, let alone the slave owners' mansions, which are far from being able to withstand such attacks.

The Rakshasa Republican Party quickly swept through the entire capital and spread to other surrounding cities.

By the time the Smith garrison stationed at the cliffside camp realized what was happening, it was already too late.

The city gates of the capital were tightly shut, and they couldn't get in at all.

Anyone who gets too close will be subjected to a barrage of gunfire.

Needless to say, it was Black Spider who taught them how to use it.

Now that things have come to this, what else can he do?

Given the current situation, he has no choice but to go with the flow.

After the Rakshasa Republican Party successfully occupied the royal city, the city's firearms and weapons also fell into their hands.

The biggest advantage of firearms is that they are easy to use.

Even an ordinary person, if you pick up a gun and practice intensively for two hours, can easily pose a threat to regular army soldiers after becoming familiar with the basic operating procedures.

Under these circumstances, they also had the advantage of the city walls, which gave them a commanding position, forcing the Smith garrison outside the city to retreat.

Looking at the corpses hanging on the city wall and the Rakshasa Republicans lined up with guns at the top of the wall, the leading officer, Officer Smith, felt a surge of rage.

Not only is transporting artillery difficult at cliffside camps, but even if it were transported up there, there is no suitable place to deploy it.

This meant that the border garrison on this side had no artillery weapons at all; they mainly relied on flintlock muskets and some cold weapons.

Now, faced with those towering city walls, they were all dumbfounded.

Who would have thought that Wangdu would suddenly fall into such a state?
Although the leading officer possessed the strength of the Hundred Refinement Realm, he was utterly useless against the opposing city walls and flintlock muskets!
They didn't even have a battering ram at the moment, so they had no way to deal with the capital city with its gates tightly closed.

But that's not the worst of it.

The worst part is that their food supplies are running out.

The Smith garrison, which had been stationed at the cliff camp, came down at this time because the regular food and supplies had not yet arrived.

When I got there, I found that my hometown had been ransacked. Good heavens, I was instantly driven to a dead end.

Upon realizing this, Officer Smith's face immediately turned extremely grim.

One of the subordinates standing nearby couldn't help but ask a question...

"Sir, what should we do now?"

"What else can we do? Prepare siege ladders and grappling hooks, and attack the city as quickly as possible!"

They certainly couldn't make some large siege weapons on the spot, but they could handle relatively simple siege ladders and grappling hooks.

The Smith Kingdom transitioned from cold weapons to firearms only in the last few years.

They haven't completely forgotten some of the combat methods used in the era of cold weapons.

During the reprimand, the subordinate couldn't help but weakly utter a single sentence...

"Perhaps we can try to reach other cities."

He had barely finished speaking when Officer Smith kicked him to the ground.

"Fool! We're mostly infantry. How long will it take to get to other cities? And how can you guarantee that the other cities will be safe when the capital has already fallen?"

Given the existence of these potential risks.

If things go wrong, they could be worn down to death in meaningless running around.

Instead of that, it would be better to build siege ladders and grappling hooks for siege warfare.

The flintlock pistol lacks close-combat capability, while the garrison has its own martial artist at the Hundred Refinements Realm.

If they can successfully climb onto the wall using siege ladders or grappling hooks, they can quickly gain the upper hand.

Watching the Smith garrison turn and leave, the Russian Republican members, who had been on edge, suddenly cheered as if they had won a battle. Even the leaders were overjoyed.

In this situation, the black spider, with its furrowed brows and solemn expression, stood out all the more.

"what happened?"

Seeing the black spider's expression, the leader couldn't help but come over and ask a question.

Black Spider simply said what he thought about this.

"Now is not the time to be happy. They certainly won't give up so easily, and they'll most likely come back to attack. When that happens, they'll be ready to besiege the city! We need to hurry up and train so that more people can operate flintlock muskets proficiently, which will increase our chances of winning!"

Upon hearing this, the leader's expression also turned serious.

“You’re right, and besides, there’s no guarantee they won’t ask the Great Zhou army for help.”

As soon as the leader finished speaking, Black Spider's eyelids twitched.

At this point in time, they were unaware that the Great Zhou's Northeast Army had already left the Smith border and was advancing towards the Snake People's stronghold.

After a slight hesitation, the black spider carefully chose its words...

"Based on my understanding of the Great Zhou, the Great Zhou has never interfered in the internal affairs of other countries. This is an internal matter of the Kingdom of Smith, and according to the Great Zhou's consistent style of doing things, it should not interfere."

Of course, there was one more thing Black Spider didn't say.

If only the Great Zhou were willing to intervene, then I could smoothly rendezvous with their Great Zhou forces and wouldn't have to live in fear here...

(End of this chapter)