I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

Although Olba was extremely lucky and was not killed on the spot, the shock wave of the explosive pack still knocked him away and fell into a pool of blood, unable to get up for a long time.

Suddenly, a grenade with white smoke fell in front of him, and Olba subconsciously murmured: "Mom..."

In fact, Alba was happy because he died without much pain.

Most of the soldiers who managed to survive and return injured will face treatment more cruel than death.

Because there were no anti-inflammatory drugs, and the trenches were filled with corpses and the environment was highly polluted with water and blood everywhere, any wound that was slightly serious had to be amputated and then treated by nuns to stop the bleeding, otherwise there was a high probability of death from infection.

If they were not worried about causing a mutiny, they would even want to cut off a tiny wound.

"Where are the rations? Didn't the rations for our Second Company arrive? We are the Second Company, why haven't they been distributed to us?!"

The company commander grabbed the quartermaster by the collar and yelled, "Give us food! My soldiers can die gloriously in battle! But they must not starve to death!"

The quartermaster pushed the captain's hand away and said, "No more. The last bit of flour was snatched away by other troops. Died gloriously in battle? My son died in this war, and he didn't feel honored at all."

The company commander sat dejectedly on the cold floor:

"There's nothing to eat... How can I give that damned order if there's nothing to eat? They want me to send these kids to the other side of the barbed wire and let them fend for themselves in the war zone! But they don't even want to give them a good meal!"

The Minister of the Army was having dinner with the Tsar. He found the steak on the plate hard to swallow: "Our soldiers are running low on food..."

The Tsar took a sip of wine and said slowly after a while: "Then urge the front to intensify the attack. As long as the Bernoro Front drives away the damned rabble of slave soldiers, all problems will be solved."

The slightly hard part of the edge of the steak was cut off and thrown on the carpet, and the Tsar's pet dog lowered his head and began to eat.

"Give a dog a piece of meat, and it will take it away."

"By the way, where is our warship now? Wasn't my son on the ship? Didn't he command the warship to bombard Mitoten Harbor? Foolish boy."

"Your Majesty, I have not received any news about this~"

The Tsar showed disappointment when he heard this. This son did not inherit any of his abilities. Even if he was sent to the Alliance for further study, he would still be a waste.

Did Curtis not want to bombard the occupied port of Mitoten? No one knew, including Curtis himself.

Because he found himself under house arrest the second day after boarding the ship.

"Wellington! Are you crazy? How dare you hold this prince hostage?! And have you forgotten that we are classmates?"

Curtis slammed the cabin door glass and looked angrily at Wellington who was wearing the uniform of the Tsarist Navy outside the door.

Wellington said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Your Highness. We can't bear the country to continue to sink and rise in the flames of war. The people need a stable life."

Curtis keenly understood the meaning of the words: "You guys?"

"Well...Except for you and the other 23 people, the other students agree with me. According to the alliance's election method, the minority obeys the majority, so...~"

Curtis collapsed when he heard this. There were 400 international students in two classes over four years, most of whom were children of domestic nobles and landlords, as well as some gifted businessmen and commoners.

The Tsar was not stupid. The exchange students all came from the Tsar's core ruling circle and had the same interests as him. This was also the reason why he was not very worried even though he knew that the system on the other side of the alliance was completely different.

But the Tsar did not think that in his eyes these people were his subjects and private property, but others might not think so.

How could the four circles of nobles, landowners, merchants, and rich peasants have the same status?

The children given away by the nobles and manor owners at that time were almost all like him, the least favored in the family.

When the Tsarist Empire was at its peak, this group of people might have just lived a life of idleness and waiting for death.

But Media had decided at the beginning that there would be no discrimination in the treatment of international students from other countries and that the training method would be the same.

The alliance is in urgent need of fresh blood in the young military and political systems, so the university's teaching method is to train the other party as the pillars of the country, future officers, politicians, scientists, scholars and other elites.

Enrich their experience, strengthen their physique, broaden their horizons, and think about and deal with problems from the perspective of decision-makers, implementers, and even policy makers.

In other words, the alliance actually intends to absorb them, and they are very welcome to stay in the alliance to work or continue their studies after completing their studies.

This is interesting, because the alliance can absorb talents with broad vision and maintain the influx of fresh blood, but this does not mean that other countries can afford it.

In countries that do not break away from land output or where the industrial revolution is progressing slowly, such talents will become poison. They will impact and squeeze the already small domestic resource allocation system and demand fair competition.

Don't agree to the reallocation?

Through the alliance's professional military training, they have experienced comradeship, weapon combat teamwork, and received the indoctrination of the concepts of military non-commissioned officer committee members.

How many of these teenagers, who have experienced the humanistic atmosphere of the alliance, felt the friendship of their classmates, seen other students' support for the country, and have been trained and educated in all aspects of ideology, morality, politics, history, literature, geography, and agronomy, would really be content with being ordinary?

Who cares about the little money you give me every month? You don't want to share it, right? Then I'll share it for you!

And the Tsar cruiser that was sent back and handed over at the same time undoubtedly gave them an opportunity.

This group of people originally came from the same country and could talk about anything with each other, so everyone's views on the future direction of the country could be captured during their chats, and after being summarized by a few science guys, they distinguished between "friend and the enemy".

The next step was to arrest, detain and imprison the three companies, and use the lives of these sons of the Tsar and children of the nobles as a threat to successfully disarm the captain and others and replace them with students who had been on warships as job fillers.

Ordinary soldiers had no choice and they had to listen to whoever spoke the loudest, so Wellington and other student groups successfully took over the armaments of the entire warship.

While the Tsar was mumbling why he didn't bombard Mitoten, the cruiser had already passed the certification of various border fortresses and entered the inland sea.

They did have the idea of ​​shelling the city, but it wasn't Mitoten, it was Bernoro!

When the cruiser docked at the pier, the 20mm machine guns and 152mm rapid-fire guns on the side turned the city lord and the commander-in-chief of the defense line who were surrounding the arrival of His Royal Highness the Prince into unknown pieces of meat.

Everyone was stunned when the shells of 6 210mm main guns and 16 152mm rapid-fire guns madly bombarded the Lord's Palace of Bernoro Port City.

The violent sound of artillery shells exploding could be heard even in the trenches where the two armies were fighting outside, and the main city with flames shooting into the sky was particularly eye-catching.

Chapter 217: The Art of Big Mouth Escape

The port of Bernoro has been successfully captured by the rebels.

Their homes were robbed, and the soldiers, who were already at the limit of their strength, had no will to resist and knelt down in surrender in large numbers. The rebels' takeover of the port of Bernoro was extremely smooth.

The sound of a cannon in Port Bernoro successfully spread the flames of resistance. Everyone who received the news thought of one word:

The general trend is gone

The cruiser's broadcast echoed throughout the port: "The rulers feel they have the right to make decisions for the people, even to the point of ignoring the people's most basic needs for survival."

"I just want to ask you, can we allow them to incite us to support a war we don't want under the guise of high-sounding words?"

"No! Our soldiers, our people, just want to go home at this moment! Go to the Tsar!!!"

When Yadov saw the group of young boys on the warship, the smile on his weathered face gradually widened:

"Haha, comrades! We have won! We have won the hearts of the young people, and we have gained the recognition of the future!"

A fierce battle was also going on in the other dimension. As soon as the cruiser's machine gun opened fire, the saint who was watching tried to block it but was stopped by Shirleya halfway.

"Queen Seris has ordered that the students of the Alliance Academy are also protected by the Alliance. You have no right to slaughter them at will."

The two saints of the Roshek Dynasty chose to besiege when they found that a third party had intervened. However, Xue Liya's crystal Xuanhua Axe Dance was impenetrable, and every powerful blow made the two of them flustered.

The elemental crystals of the witch clan are most effective at the same level, and it is difficult for the opponent to have enough energy to harm the main body after breaking through this layer of defense.

So Shirleya used a rogue axe technique that cost lives at the cost of injuries, and the two men were both in a state of panic.

Xue Liya withdrew her gaze from the warship, put away the giant axe in her hand, took back the ring, turned around and looked at the two Tsarist saints in front of her: "It's over, retreat."

"Even if we don't mention the Queen of the Alliance's request, it is a consensus on the continent that mortals should decide their own affairs."

"Besides, the Roshek people are no worse than other ethnic groups, and the country is no weaker than other kingdoms. Why have only two saints like you been born in so many years? Isn't this something you should think deeply about?"

The two men who were about to continue the fight paused, and Xue Liya continued:

"Whose saints are you? Do you want to be the Tsar's lackeys or the pillars of the Roshek people?"

"Since you still care about the country after becoming a saint, this is actually a very good opportunity for adjustment. The new generation that accepts new ideas may allow Roshek to be reborn from the ashes. You have enough life to witness it, so why not?"

The two looked at each other, and finally their figures slowly disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

Xueliya breathed a sigh of relief. It had taken her a lot of effort to stop these two guys from fighting two at once. Unexpectedly, she learned to use Medea's mouth trick and it was quite effective.

It was late at night and the lights in the dormitory area of ​​the Royal Academy had long been turned off.

The sound of orderly footsteps coming from far away broke the tranquility of the campus. Magic lights began to light up, and students' furry little heads leaned over the windows to peek out.

All the Alliance security special forces and mecha soldiers, who usually only had dozens of people patrolling the school gate, were mobilized and began patrolling and guarding around the dormitory building with live ammunition. The armored vehicles drove directly to the main entrance and exit.

Such behavior immediately made many people realize the deep meaning contained in it.

Veronica looked at the tall figure of the mecha soldier outside the window with her eyes slightly drooping.

The imperial capital is also beginning to become unsafe!

"What happened?" Natalie asked in a daze, climbing up and sitting on the bed. She rubbed her eyes with her hands, trying to get some face from her eyelids that refused to open.

"It's okay, there are just a lot of people coming to protect us, just continue sleeping." Veronica rubbed her little head.

"Oh...Okay."

Looking at Natalie who had fallen asleep again, Veronica sighed in her heart. The reaction of the Allied Forces must have been because the rebels had made significant progress. Only this was the only reason for their reaction.

This would not have happened if the Tsarist Empire had gained the upper hand.

But if the rebels win, how will the girl in front of her, as a princess of the Tsarist Empire, deal with it?

Perhaps if they took her with them when they left, it would be possible to save her life.

The fall of the port of Bernoro was like the first domino to fall. The large-scale surrender of the soldiers in an organized manner not only dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the Tsarist army, but also hit the Tsarist Empire's vital point.

The defenders of Bernoro were already mostly trained fresh troops that the surrounding lords and nobles could muster. It would be impossible to form a team of this size in a short period of time.

The biggest node was broken, and other territories instantly fell into the dilemma of fighting each other, and Yadov’s latest propaganda order became the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

He announced that as long as the nobles were willing to surrender, the rebels would not pose a threat to the personal safety of their families, and would allow them to keep half of their property as long as the other party agreed to release all slaves and land ownership.

Although this would leave certain hidden dangers, as soon as Yadov's propaganda slogan came out, the aristocratic group that was originally prepared to fight desperately suddenly began to hesitate.

As long as the person is safe and sound, half of his property can be retained, which is equivalent to paying a ransom after being captured and defeated in a war. As a loser, such conditions for leaving the market at a loss are actually very merciful.

As long as their lives are not threatened, many nobles are willing to pay money to ensure their safety.

To be honest, this war was already very difficult for them. This was not an egg hitting a stone, but a water ball hitting a dung ball.

What are they up against? Slaves!

Where to fight? On their turf!

If you win, you will feel as uncomfortable as if you have eaten shit. If you lose, you will be even more upset. If you lose your life, you will die with regrets.

The process of persuading the two earls to surrender went very smoothly, especially after the ashes of the entire families of the two earls who refused to surrender were scattered.

The general trend has already taken shape. As long as the nobles do not fight together to the death, one or two of them will easily be defeated one by one by the rebels. This is the advantage of psychological warfare.