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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

Winters now awoke to the food, drink, and bodily needs of dozens of people.

He had taken in the people and horses from Guoquan.

He had also experienced the pain of Guoquan.

Before this, he had never worried about logistics.

Logistics were a concern of senior officers, and Winters was just a Centurion. Whatever was sent down to him, he would send on down the line.

Not enough, he would go to the logistics department to ask for more. If they couldn't give any, there was nothing he could do.

As long as he did not embezzle or line his own pockets, his soldiers would be extremely grateful.

But now things were different, he was an officer without a superior, leading a troop with no rear support—although there were only thirty-eight people at present—everything was up to him.

Without mincing words, if everyone had nothing to wipe their butts with, Captain Montaigne would be the first on their minds.