Western Territory, Grizzli Territory, Gray Mountain City.
This is a major town in the Western Territory. Because of the numerous iron mines within its territory, much of the Western Territory's armor and weapons originate here. Compared to other places, the defenses here are also exceptionally strict.
The huge canyons between the high mountains are connected by city walls, forming a fortress more than 200 meters high on the ground. Thick black and gray smoke rises from the chimneys on the hillsides and drifts into the distance. Even from a distance, you can smell the lingering smell of burnt sulfur in the air.
The sight passed over the giant connected city wall from the high sky, and behind it were large furnaces built on the hillside. Dark red flames occasionally overflowed from the charred brick and stone windows. Heavy metal collision sounds came from the corridor-shaped factory connected next to it, and boiling white steam gushed out from the exhaust pipe from time to time. The two mountains were connected by huge iron cables, and the hanging goods and semi-finished products slid along the iron cables to the other side, and then were moved onto the black train that had been prepared for a long time.
The roaring sound of the steam whistle rang out in the mountains, and the train's transmission mechanism started up with a rhythmic impact on the rails, and finally carried the carriages behind it towards the long slope down the mountain. After a short downhill acceleration, it gradually reached a steady forward speed, transporting the contents of these carriages to major cities in the central western region.
When the industry in the southern border was developing rapidly, the other dukes in the empire were not unaware of it. However, compared with the comprehensive development in the southern border, they only chose a small part.
Just like this train and railway track, there is only one in the entire Western Territory, and the connecting distance is only more than 50 kilometers. Even so, it has consumed a large amount of wealth in the Western Territory.
Also, due to the lack of technology and power, the train needs to go downhill to build up momentum before starting, otherwise it will be difficult to run.
Almost all the steel forged in the Grizzli Territory was used for new-age weaponry, such as the manufacture of muskets and armor. After the empire split, the nobles devoted most of their energy to military expansion.
A large number of civilians were recruited into the army, trained, and their desire for military merit and the desire to become superior to others were aroused. In this way, not only a large number of living forces among the civilians were recruited, the power to resist the rule was reduced, but the nobles also obtained sufficient manpower.
However, such large-scale arming in the West does not come without a price.
A large number of middle-aged people entered the army and factories, which dealt a huge blow to the agriculture of the Western Territory. The Western Territory, which already had insufficient grain production, had to mobilize a large amount of grain from the central plains. Originally, it was a direct territory of the royal family and extremely rich. Now it has become the blood transfusion base of the Western Territory. In order to confront the Eastern Empire, new fortresses were built on the border, and a large number of legions were stationed there to guard against the enemy and the rebellion of local residents.
After receiving news of the internal rebellion in the Western Territory, a part of the legion was transferred from the fortress where it was stationed and returned to the Western Territory to provide support in suppressing the rebels.
After delivering the goods, the train began its return journey, becoming much lighter. The steam-belching locomotive moved forward on the mountain rails, and the rhythmic roar of the wheels broke the tranquility of the mountains.
The carriage was shaking slightly. Inside the carriage, which was originally piled with goods, there were now rows of soldiers in black military uniforms sitting. They were holding cold metal guns and leaning against the inner wall of the carriage. Some had their eyes closed to rest, while others took a silent nap. Everything was silent.
Compared to the pampered aristocratic guards of the Western Territory headquarters, these soldiers are the real elite of the Western Territory. In the fierce battle with the Eastern Empire, a large number of lives were lost, but a group of soldiers who have been tested were also trained.
They are no longer as timid and confused as the new recruits. The strict and cruel baptism of the battlefield has made the surviving soldiers decisive and cold-blooded. They no longer have sympathy and hesitation, and no longer think about the so-called justice and evil. They only numbly accept orders, kill, kill, and kill again.
It is undeniable that this is also a kind of power, a power full of darkness and coldness.
In a compartment at the rear.
Unlike other carriages, this carriage has a lot of luxurious decorations inside, including high-quality solid wood furniture, soft and comfortable red velvet, beautiful hanging oil paintings, alchemical creations for ventilation on the roof, alchemical boxes that provide freezing and preservation functions, white porcelain, fragrant black tea, and so on.
These facilities and items are designed to provide a comfortable experience for the nobles who ride in this carriage, and only high-ranking officials are qualified to ride in it.
But today, this carriage was very empty, with most seats vacant, except for a blond young man in military uniform sitting in the middle seat.
A white military jacket was casually draped over his shoulders, revealing the black and white shirt and jacket underneath. He rested his hand on the table, flipping through the newspaper in his hand, and occasionally looking at the scenery outside the window.
There was no other person in the carriage, and no other sound, only the mechanical transmission sound of the wheels running on the rails.
This continued until the sun gradually passed noon and came to the other side of the sky, with some sunlight slanting into the carriage.
"Dongdong"
A knock on the door sounded in this quiet environment. Soon the carriage door opened and a woman in military uniform walked into the carriage.
"Good afternoon, Master Isaiah."
She walked up to the young man with a stack of documents, then leaned over and placed some documents in front of him.
"This is the telegram we just received on the train, reporting the battle situation at the front."
"Oh, which front?" Isaiah picked up the paper in front of him.
"It's the Western Territory headquarters, the noble territory attacked by the Fairywood Organization and His Highness, Jalan."
"I see." He replied in a light voice and began to flip through the pages.
Although the situation in the western territory was very bad, the general who received the order to lead the army back to quell the rebellion was not in a hurry. He was as calm and composed as if he was on an outing in the past.
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