I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

As the Tsar's most beloved youngest daughter, Natalie knew a lot of inside information.

The noble Tsar could put constraints on the issue, but when he investigated, he found that there were not many great nobles who actually resisted. It was not that they disagreed, but that the landowners in their territories were unwilling to do so, and there was nothing they could do.

Natalie was confused, but Veronica understood the root of the problem: "You have to bypass the nobles and listen to the needs of the manor owners, but I think...well, the situation you are facing is indeed very difficult anyway."

"The plantation owners are a very disgusting group. They have only three needs in life: to own land, to obtain slaves, and to own more land. They will never agree to you occupying their land."

"Building rails to speed up circulation and then building factories to develop industry, all these benefits actually have nothing to do with the group of manor owners. They rely on the resources obtained from the land and are guaranteed a stable income. In other words, they only care about whether slaves will become more expensive."

"If industry wants to develop, it will need a large number of workers, which will in turn squeeze the number and source of slaves. If everyone goes to work, who would go to the fields to be sucked dry by them? They just want stability. As long as the land does not shrink and each generation gets a little bit, they will be local tyrants from generation to generation."

Natalie suddenly understood after hearing Veronica's analysis, and nodded in agreement: "But how did you solve this problem? I remember your newspaper reported the number of kilometers of your railway, which is terrible... Didn't you encounter any objection from the owner of the manor?"

"What do you want to solve? This problem doesn't need to be solved. Isn't it enough to solve the group that created this problem?"

Veronica said calmly:

"The Queen said a long time ago that the manor owners are a group of cancers. They have no positive effect on society and life. Apart from occupying land, they plunder labor. They are like weeds staring at the loess under their feet, hoping to inherit the earth like the earth."

"A qualified government should dig them up like a sharp hoe and eradicate the roots. So that's what we did~"

Natalie: '...Kill them all?!'

"Well, if we live, they must die."

Natalie's expression was very interesting. She just wanted to hear the solution of the Seris Alliance. In a state system like the Tsarist Empire, the biggest landowner is the Tsar himself...

The nobles and the manor owners are two sides of the same coin. Without the privileges of the nobles, the manor owners would not be able to obtain much land, and even if they did, it would be taken away.

Therefore, Medea's policy at the beginning was to use all means to kill with one blow. As long as she swung the sword fast enough, every blow would release large tracts of land and rights.

But there is a prerequisite for doing this, that is, your knife should not be broken by the opponent's rebound, otherwise you will also face counter-attack.

If the cut is successful, the rewards will be extremely generous. She can allocate industrial resources however she wants and build wherever it is suitable. The manor owners and nobles will not say a word and will automatically give her good reviews.

Mitoten Harbor

After the student team of the Seris Alliance left, the Seris fleet also left and picked up the students who were exchanged from the Tsarist Empire by sea.

The German and Roman sides, who had been relatively restrained, suddenly started fighting in the port of Mitoten.

Demetria attaches great importance to Mitoten. In terms of distance, Mitoten Port is the closest contact point between the Roshek Dynasty and the Seris Alliance.

Once this place is conquered by Demeter, the subsequent alliance's military supplies will have to take a long detour and enter the inland sea if they want to deliver them to the Roshek Dynasty.

The Roshek Dynasty was naturally well aware of this, so they defended very resolutely, and even the serfs who worked the land were all forcibly conscripted to the front lines.

The farmer disagrees? If you disagree, your whole family will come with you!

'Snapped! '

[Move! The great Tsar has ordered us not to retreat even a single step! ]

Yadov was dazed and squeezed among the dirty and smelly group of slaves, surrounded by the sound of whips breaking through the air and the governor's cursing.

Waves of weak screams came one after another, and the crowd began to move slowly. Yadov lifted his long dark gray hair, revealing a pair of lifeless blue pupils as he looked at the long team.

[The people of the Roshek Dynasty will definitely drive away the invaders! Charge! Charge! ]

The warlord in charge of supervising the march of the troops saw that the whip was not very effective, so he reached out and loaded the spear that the alliance had sent over from behind him, fired a shot into the sky with a "bang", and then pointed at the crowd: "Charge!"

The numb crowd made a noise and began to run towards the distance at a faster speed. There was a large military supply station in the distance, and they would be armed there.

Yadov ran forward with the crowd. As he got closer, the screams inside the quartermaster supply office became more and more obvious. A large number of seriously injured soldiers were abandoned outside the wall to fend for themselves.

Yadov hesitated for a moment, walked up to one of the soldiers lying on the ground with broken arms, pulled off his boots and put them on his bare feet, then left and followed the crowd.

The Overseer took his finger off the trigger when he saw Yadov join the crowd.

The quartermaster's office was even more crowded, with a large number of lightly wounded soldiers gathered together waiting for treatment from the nuns and priests of the church.

[Those who get the gun, you have one minute to learn on the way, remember! Install the bullet, pull the ball lever up and slide forward to complete the loading, slide back and pull the bolt, then press the trigger to shoot! ]

[One third of you will get rifles, and the rest will get two magazines of bullets. Those who don't get guns should follow those who have guns! ]

[When he dies, pick up his gun and keep shooting! ]

Fortunately, Yadov received two magazines.

Chapter 185 Ula Ula

Under the guidance of the warlord who beat and kicked them, the slave army composed of Yadov and others crawled towards the ruins of the city in a mighty manner.

It’s not that there were no slaves who had some ideas after mastering the weapons, but the Roshek army had set up layers of defense along the way, and the machine guns from Seris and the mecha soldiers were all keeping a close eye on them.

If someone made an inappropriate move, the Tsarist soldiers would fire from their machine guns, killing several people in that area on the spot.

Not only will he die, but the people around him will also die with him, causing the slaves to be wary of each other, fearing that they will be killed by some idiot.

[Glorious warriors! From now on, it's either death or victory! ]

[Those who retreat will be shot. The kingdom will have no mercy on cowards and traitors...]

Yadov was lying in the rubble, with thousands of his comrades crawling around him. A thousand meters ahead of them, a large number of Vatican soldiers were also advancing slowly.

Compared to the Tsar's serf soldiers who didn't even have decent clothes, the army of the Holy See was a formal regular army. The mechas led the charge, followed by various magic cannons carried or dragged by beasts, and the knights circled in the sky.

As the silhouettes on the opposite side became clearer and clearer, the morale of the soldiers on the Tsarist side continued to decline, and many of them looked despairing.

It doesn't matter if they have guns or not, they don't understand what value they have in this battle...

But no matter how desperate they were, they did not dare to think of retreating. The Tsar's governor directly set up the Maxim machine gun team behind them. Anyone who dared to retreat would definitely die faster than charging out and committing suicide.

Yadov didn't have so many thoughts, I only had one thought at this time: 'I need a gun! '.

On the battlefield, nothing can give people more peace of mind than a weapon, even if it may not be of much use.

However, as the main front-line forces of the Holy See passed by, a large number of ordinary Christian soldiers also equipped with Seris bolt-action rifles emerged from behind them. The equipment of these cannon fodders on both sides was almost the same.

As the enemy entered the battlefield, the atmosphere on both sides became increasingly tense and solemn.

"Beep!!!"

【Ulla!!!】

'Bang bang bang...'

As soon as the whistle sounded, the soldiers of the Tsarist Empire shouted loudly and charged towards the Holy See. The sound of fierce and rapid artillery shells thrown from the rear gathered into a fierce wave of sound, approaching the Holy See like a tide.

The 75mm rapid-fire cannon has not yet been withdrawn from active service in the Seris Alliance's army, and still maintains a considerable base of equipment, precisely because of its exaggerated firepower projection speed.

They could easily fire 30 shells a minute, and ten 75mm field guns covered the opposite Vatican army's front line in an instant, setting off rounds of explosions on the opposite front.

Magic shields of various colors lit up and shattered, and a large number of broken limbs flew in the air.

The Vatican immediately began to fight back, and the group magic released by heavy machine guns and body-amplifying mages covered the narrow charge area.

The shield rapidly generated in the air blocked the small meteorites and magic bullets falling from the sky. Only the high-powered bullets of the heavy machine gun still exerted their power.

Thousands of charging Tsarist soldiers rushed into the firing range of four Hotchkiss heavy machine guns.

Bullets strafed the densely packed crowd, blood and body parts splattered everywhere. If someone was hit in the chest or abdomen, the entire person would be cut in two. Batches of soldiers fell like wheat on the road of charge, and their deaths were horrific.

This was their most adept charge tactic, where the slaves would attack the enemy's line first, and then the regular army would take advantage of the situation to intervene in the battle.

But the extremely high killing efficiency of industrialized weapons made the Tsarist army commander a little stunned for a moment: "Kill those things! Quickly!"

If this continues, tens of thousands of slaves won't be enough for these machine guns to kill. So why do they go to so much trouble to capture slaves?

Yadov lay on the ground and crawled slowly forward, hiding behind a flower bed and watching the soldiers around him being shot to pieces during the charge.

The 75mm field gun quickly extended its firepower inward, blowing up the heavy machine gun positions and halting the Vatican's massacre for a while.

The artillery team of the Holy See also wanted to destroy the field artillery position, but the commanding general of the Tsar’s army was very shrewd and arranged the positions of the ten guns at intervals.

Once the Holy See uses heavy artillery to knock down the 75-gun position, the magic artillery that the Tsar has not used will be able to lock onto the opponent's artillery position and blow it up. That would be fun.

Therefore, the Vatican would rather be blown to pieces by the 75mm field artillery, and it also restrained the desire to use the magic cannon. If the exchange of pieces on the battlefield is not done at the right point, it is very easy to be overwhelmed by the opponent in one go.

Seeing this scene, the Tsar commander smiled, and he knew that this old rival was unwilling to give up: "Notify everyone, use special shells, and prepare the entire army to attack!"

'General, how much?'

"We used up all the money the Alliance sent us. If it's not enough, we'll buy more."

'Yes! '

The order was transmitted through the internal inscription network of the mecha soldiers. The squad officer who was fending off the occasional surprise attacks from the Vatican mecha knights in front of the 75mm field gun paused, turned around and shouted to the artillerymen behind him: "Change the type of ammunition, and fire all five rapid shots!"

The loader nodded, reached out to the black shell at the bottom of the ammunition cart, carefully took it out, stuck it on the winch and turned it three times to adjust the delay fuse.

This batch of shells was delivered to them just before they went to the battlefield. Their superiors repeatedly reminded them that the value of these shells was slightly more expensive than the artillery itself, and asked them to maintain them carefully.

After another series of sharp whistles, more soldiers rushed out shouting "Ura", mixed with a large number of mecha soldiers over three meters tall.

The eyes of the Vatican officer who had been restraining himself suddenly lit up. What he was waiting for was the second wave of large-scale assault by the Tsarist Empire. He immediately gave the order for the artillery units to cover the battle area.

If the Tsarist Empire wins this round, it will be seriously damaged, so he can accept the loss of a few magic cannons being shot down.

However, before the messenger could finish repeating his verbal order, several more rounds of artillery shells were fired at the rear of the Vatican.

This batch of shells is different from the previous conical armor-piercing shells. They have round heads like cans.

When it flew over the Vatican's magic shield, a small explosion was heard from inside the shell. The nitrocellulose attached to the inner shell wall burned rapidly, releasing high-pressure gas, causing the entire shell to explode like flowers scattered from heaven.

A large number of small shells clanged and covered the large-scale magic shield released by the Holy See, and rolled to all directions along the shield. The second small shell's short fuse burned out and exploded, revealing the gelatinous substance inside with a crackling sound, and a burst of fire and smoke spread out from it.

The shield covering the heads of the Vatican's troops suddenly darkened and disappeared without a trace. A large number of small shell fragments fell and hit the Vatican's troops. The sound of clanging was endless, but the physical damage caused was minimal.

But the commander of the Vatican army felt as if he had been splashed with ice water in the middle of winter, and felt cold from head to toe: "It's over!"

The chaotic scene with flashing lights and flying magics disappeared, a large number of mage soldiers half-knelt on the ground, and the magic artillery position also fell silent.

The magical elements in the area covered by smoke were expelled at an extremely exaggerated speed, forming a wide magic-forbidden area. Only the sounds of machine guns and rifles continued.

【Ulla!!!】

The Tsar mecha soldiers carrying giant swords and tower shields madly cleared a path under the fire of heavy machine guns, and the mechas carrying Maxim heavy machine guns in the rear quickly cleared the space to allow the slave army to break through the front line.

The two sides engaged in a melee in a short period of time. The Vatican army, which had not yet recovered from the magic-banning state, was caught off guard and immediately dispersed, losing its organizational ability, and the situation was reversed in an instant.

[Since element suppression can appear at sea, why can't it appear on land? ]——Father of the Alliance submachine gun-Grace.

Chapter 186 Application of Cluster Bombs