"stand at attention!"

"Raise your gun, aim, and shoot!"

In a camp outside Yamaying City, soldiers were undergoing training. Most of them were locals. Under the command of the commander, they raised their muskets in unison, aimed at the targets in front of them and fired.

After a burst of shooting, blue smoke filled the air and clouds of gunpowder surrounded the venue.

"Nine!"

"three!"

"six!"

The soldiers in charge of recording checked the targets one by one, recorded everyone's shooting results, and then reported to their superiors.

After the arrival of craftsmen and technicians supported by Carites, a musket production line was finally built two months later.

In the tall red brick house, workers and women skillfully assembled these steel tools. Then in the factory on the other side, gunpowder produced by the new saltpeter making method was made into granules and then pressed into bullets with the help of machinery.

Loran Hill, wearing a white gown with blue edges, stood on a high platform in the factory, overlooking the entire workshop, and occasionally recording data in the booklet in her hand.

With her extraordinary perception, she could clearly see the movements of almost every worker and staff member, and could even keenly perceive which position they were most suitable for.

With the assistance of this special talent, the operating efficiency of these factories has almost reached the highest level. The staff are united and can devote all their energy to production without worrying about being disturbed by other things.

After the bumper harvest, the people's morale in the territory was greatly stabilized.

They may not understand any great principles, nor do they have a very high level of awareness, but at least based on a simple philosophy of life, you provide me with what I need, let me live and work in peace and contentment, free from famine and oppression, then I will obey and protect everything you do.

Thus, the first base of people loyal to the organization began to take shape, and with generous income and food guarantees, these people gradually became willing to join the army and join the ranks of defending the fruits of their labor.

When people have nothing, they naturally don't care about resistance or struggle because they have nothing to lose. But when they have tangible wealth, they can hardly tolerate others taking it away.

Under the propaganda and education of the "Fairy Tree" organization, these people gradually understood the root cause of their misfortune and the source of everything they have today.

"If we allow imperial rule to continue, everything will return to the past. Hunger, poverty, humiliation, oppression...will overwhelm us once again!"

In the large open space, farmers who had finished their busy farming work sat on the dry grass, listening to the loud calls of the white-robed person on the high platform.

The language is not complicated, the logic is simple, and the cause and effect relationship gradually becomes clear.

"Are we still going to live such a humble life?"

"Are you willing to hunch over forever, kneeling under their horses' hooves, begging for even a shred of mercy?"

"Would you rather go hungry, endure frostbite, and search for meager firewood in the cold and snowy mountains?"

"Stop dreaming and fantasizing. They can't overcome their greed. As long as these systems and rules exist, they will never voluntarily give up their interests."

“This is the way the world is. If you want something, you should stand up and fight for it, not sit in a corner and cry.”

"Who can be moved by your tears? Those naive and ignorant children? Or are you still believing that those people are innocent children who can be moved by such cheap tears as yours?"

"Only the surging violence and life-killing bullets can make them truly realize their mistakes and create a new world where you and I can live in peace."

The autumn wind swept across the golden fields, and some ears of wheat in the fields were rolled up and then flew towards the distant sky.

In the season after the harvest, the nobles of Longjiao Province discovered that they had been under house arrest since some time.

The guards at the door and the people around them seemed to have been replaced overnight. These familiar yet unfamiliar faces took over everything in the territory.

They were forced to board a carriage and head to Viscount Wenlani's territory, where they would be accommodated in a unified place. However, compared to the past, there would probably be no one to serve them in their daily lives.

The membership of the 'Fairywood' organization gradually expanded, and many of them came from the local area. After taking over the territory, they understood the people's wishes and needs, as well as the current situation better than the nobles.

In this way, even though Longjiao Province still belongs to the empire on paper, the actual controllers have changed.

"This situation can probably be concealed for 1-3 weeks, but it will eventually be discovered by the Empire."

In the meeting hall, members in white robes sat together to discuss the next steps.

"Our primary goal now is to capture the capital of the Lower Province, Gunuo City, where thousands of imperial soldiers are stationed."

"If we take it, there are still more than ten cannons in the city that we can use."

"Should we launch a surprise attack from both inside and outside, or defeat them on the battlefield?" a scholar in a white robe asked several core members in front.

Lu Bin pushed his glasses and did not answer immediately. Instead, he flipped the pages in his hand and began to analyze.

"We have a total of 4,000 trained personnel, of whom about 1,600 are qualified soldiers. The remaining 2,400 are currently only in reserve and are not yet mentally and militarily prepared enough to face war."

"If we want to defeat the enemy on the front battlefield, we need sufficient firepower or combat effectiveness, but we currently have neither."

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