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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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Chapter 45: Two Choices

It wasn't the Herders' light cavalry who caught up first, but Lieutenant Bard, responsible for rounding up the missing.

When Bard caught up with the main force with his riders, almost every rider had an extra person sitting behind them.

"Found more than twenty, couldn't locate the rest in the pitch dark," Bard reported to the Colonel.

But what the Colonel cared about was something else, "Any pursuers?"

"Didn't see any."

Colonel Jeska's expression was grim, rubbing his stubbled chin, and it took him a while to make up his mind.

He commanded, "Tell everyone not to rest, we're setting off right now."

The supply train's militia had lost thirty percent of its men, and the Colonel was forced to distribute the weapons of the deceased to the drivers and the merchants.

Those civilians who had never undergone military training were temporarily organized into a unit, commanded by Bard—because they only trusted Lieutenant Bard.