Iron Powder and Spellcaster

The predecessor of the Guitucheng Arsenal (the First Arsenal of the Union Army) was the Royal Arms Department of the Piedmont Province during the imperial rule. When it was first established, the main consideration was transportation conditions, so the location was chosen on the coast near Guitu City Pier, so that ships could dock directly to the small wharf of the Weapons Department.

Initially, there were only four blacksmiths here, and it was nothing more than a large blacksmith shop. Responsible for the storage and maintenance of weapons and equipment allocated to the royal army stationed in Piedmont Province, and has no manufacturing capabilities.

After the federal provincial militia captured Guitu City for the first time, they immediately occupied the Royal Arms Department and emptied the arsenal here.

After Kui Tu City changed hands for the second time, and when the federal provincial militia found that the war was obviously not going to end soon, they immediately transformed the old Royal Arms Department into the new Kui Tu City Arsenal.

The functions assigned to it are no longer limited to maintenance and storage. The Guitucheng Arsenal has begun to have the ability to produce cold weapons.

The sovereignty war that has lasted for more than ten years has brought about strong demand for weapons, and the technology and production capacity of the Guitucheng Arsenal have also been greatly improved again and again.

At first, the arsenal could only use readily available iron materials to forge weapons. However, due to the trade blockade, the copper and iron purchased from outside are increasingly insufficient for use.

The Guitucheng Arsenal recruited blacksmiths and established a smelting bureau, giving the arsenal the ability to smelt ore and supply itself with raw materials.

Later, as the war continued, soldiers using gunpowder weapons accounted for an increasing proportion of the militia. Therefore, the Guitucheng Arsenal added a gun bureau and an artillery bureau to specialize in gun manufacturing technology.

In the second half of the war, the Guitucheng Arsenal began to continuously produce muskets and artillery, arming a large number of unarmed citizens.

Marshal Ned once praised this arsenal: "Without Guitucheng Arsenal, there would be no victory!" From then on, the nickname Victory Arsenal became popular and became the nickname of this arsenal in the Union Army.

For more than twenty years, the Victory Arsenal has been expanded again and again, like a glutton that cannot satisfy its appetite, constantly devouring the surrounding land and houses. From a corner of the dock, it has evolved into a city within a city occupying half of the port area.

But at this moment, there is no longer any arsenal of victory, only a sea of ​​fire.

Ten minutes ago, when the student brigade marched to the ruins of the old city wall, the entire street was already filled with light smoke.

Smoke got into every roadside alley and into every independent courtyard. Residents living on the edge of the city had been awakened, and some looked out from the windows, or stood at the door and watched in amazement as the army of officers and students moved towards the direction of the smoke.

The further they walked, the smoke became thicker and more pungent. Winters was so hot that he shed tears, and coughs could be heard in the queue.

The horses ridden by the instructors began to become restless and refused to move forward no matter how hard they were driven.

In desperation, the caster instructors had no choice but to continue to use magic in turns, always maintaining two horizontal wind control spells in front of the column, blowing the smoke into the residential areas on both sides of the road.

Keep walking forward until you can see the light of the fire, and the situation becomes worse.

The flames had already spread from the arsenal to nearby houses, and many residents died from the poisonous smoke before they woke up from their sleep. Some people who were fleeing for their lives cried and ran away in the direction from which the student brigade came.

"Judgment has come! Judgment has come!"

"It's the devil! The devil is spreading in the streets!"

"Run for your life! We can't do anything! Run away!"

The people who fled were screaming and running, holding tightly to their chests the belongings they took when they escaped from their homes. Their house had been engulfed in flames and what was in their hands was now all their property.

The cry hammered Winters' chest, making him very uncomfortable. Facing the flow of fleeing people, the student brigade moved forward in silence.

Going further, it is a scene of hell.

Here, the darkness is driven away by fire, the streets are illuminated by angry flames, and the smoke is so thick that even wind control can do nothing. The beeping sounds of burning wood and the rumbling sounds of houses collapsing kept coming.

A woman was sitting on her knees by the roadside, wailing hysterically. No one knew what happened to her, and no one paid attention to her.

The people who had narrowly escaped the fire were frightened and were running on their hands and knees out of the city.

And those residents whose houses are only a few meters away from the fire line have fallen into despair:

Some of them haven't given up yet and are trying their best to move the goods from home;

Some people beat their chests and cursed the devil loudly;

Some people become crazy, grab their hair and bang their heads against the ground;

Some people gave up their resistance and prayed eloquently with their eyes closed.

But fire and water are merciless, and all efforts are in vain. They can only watch their house being engulfed in flames.

When he first discovered the strange phenomenon in the sky, Winters had a very bad premonition. It can burn the sky until it changes color, and the scope of the fire field will definitely not be small.

But when he really saw the scale of the fire, he realized that his initial thoughts were too optimistic.

The corps of cadets did not even get close to the walls of the Victory Arsenal; the heat and smoke blocked them a block away.

"Sir! Your Majesty!" A man in brown shorts held his hat and ran in front of the head of the military academy: "I am the captain of the port fire defense team. It's great that you can come!"

"How can I serve you? My Lord Commander?" the head of the department asked coldly.

"The fire can't be extinguished. We can only tear down the surrounding houses and build an isolation zone. Your trainees came just in time." The captain of the fire prevention team did not dare to show off and hurriedly revealed his plan.

"I'm here to save the Army's property. Now that the arsenal is finished, I won't use my precious officers to put out fires. That's your duty." The minister turned his horse and was about to leave.

"Sir! Show some kindness!" The captain of the fire brigade pulled the reins of the chief's mount and begged.

"Humph." The headmaster snorted coldly.

"Please! Look at the direction of the wind. The wind is blowing inland from the coastline. The wind is fueling the fire. If an isolation zone is not established quickly, it won't be long before the entire port area will be in flames, and then the entire city."

The director was still livid and said nothing.

"Sir, if the entire Guitu City is burning, can your school survive alone?" The captain of the fire defense team saw that the attitude of the person who obviously had the highest status in the military school team was a little relaxed, and he was even more unwilling to give up this last life-saving straw.

"The bigger the fire is, the faster it will spread. If we don't take action, it will really be out of control! Show some kindness! Sir! Look at these people!" the captain of the fire defense team continued to plead.