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Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters

Is Magic really just a wish machine? No! In a universe where Magic truly exists, the ultimate nature of Magic must be as simple and aesthetically pleasing as the laws of physics. This is the story of a mass-produced magical war tool who learned the ultimate nature of Magic. But what of it? Just as birds can fly without understanding aerodynamics, magicians can use Magic without grasping its ultimate nature. Learning the ultimate nature of Magic doesn't mean the tool can instantly transform into a great magician. But yearning for knowledge is a human instinct, and curiosity is the primary driving force of human civilization. Even for Magic, which should seemingly defy explanation, humans hope to understand its inherent operational laws. The pursuit of Magic's ultimate nature requires no reason! The story in this book takes place in an era where steel and gunpowder dance together. Here, firearms are on the rise; armor remains the main character; military theory is changing rapidly, with endless innovations in systems and techniques. And this world has something more than ours: Magic. The world is undergoing a profound transformation, and no one can remain detached from it...

Yin Zidian · Fantasy
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711 Chs

Chapter 2 Building the Army_2

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If it weren't for the sixteen old soldiers leading the way, the convoy would have fallen apart on its own while on the move.

The villages, small towns, and even the bandit gangs in the forests all covertly spied on this troop.

Is it a conscription team?

Unlikely.

For months, they had only seen conscription teams hauling grain to Revodan, it was the first time witnessing a convoy carrying grain on the way back.

"Lift your heads! Puff out your chests!" Winters, on horseback, inspected them from front to back, "You are soldiers, not bandits! Walk with pride!"

Under Winters' harsh commands, the tense cheeks of the "new soldiers" gradually relaxed.

They thought: That's right? I'm already a member of the militia, why should I be scared?

"Vashka!" Winters called out from a distance.

"Present!" Vashka hurriedly rode his horse over.

"Sing a song for everyone!"

Vashka's face turned bitter, "Centurion, I only know the songs of the Dusans..."