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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 · Fantasie
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711 Chs

Chapter 101: Duty Officer_2

But Winters thought ringing the bell was too slow, once something happened, it was far from being as quick as a whistle.

The second thing was expanding the angles of the passages to the left and right of the cannon so that two groups of ten could be accommodated. Winters placed his two groups of ten on either side, instead of scattering them throughout the passageway.

This was the experience he gained after being ambushed several times at night: lone sentries could easily be eliminated; it was essential to arrange multiple concealed and visible sentries.

The third thing was to request six crossbows. In Winters's view, issuing matchlock guns to night sentries was pure stupidity, a model of bureaucracy. It was impossible for sentries to keep a matchlock smoldering all night, and even if they were not afraid to die, there wasn't enough match cord for them to squander.