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Chapter 736 War Machinery

Chapter 736 War Machinery

New Basilicata.

The magnificent mountain city walls stand on the cliffs.

A constant stream of baggage trains slowly traveled along the mountain passes that the Texans had opened up over time.

The permanent population of New Basilicata is not large, but the stored supplies are very rich. As the war is approaching, every day there are wolf teams stationed in various places, like diligent worker bees, transporting supplies back to the "mother nest" in an endless stream.

After all, the opponent is the British Empire. Even the three great powers of France, Germany and Russia would feel dreadful if they thought of fighting the world hegemon head-on in the flat wilderness or within the range of the British's terrifying naval guns.

Not to mention Texas which is just a small country.

Fulin faced the cold wind blowing from the mountains, took a deep breath, and felt her cloudy brain become much clearer.

She was invited to set up the battle array on the city wall again, but after climbing up the wall, she discovered that the wall had already been engraved with layer upon layer of intricate battle array patterns.

This is a good thing and a bad thing.

After all, even if she became an elite and her strength increased dramatically, it would be impossible for one person to carve array patterns all over such a huge city. Before, it was just Wolfburg, and there was still nearly a month left, so she already felt that time was running out.

The downside is that if she wants to express herself further, she can't be as free and open as before when painting on a blank piece of paper.

He had to carefully bypass the previous array pattern, try not to affect its original function, and at the same time maximize the power of his blood field, just like dancing in shackles.

She was never in a good mood when she was doing this kind of delicate work.

The wolf spellcaster with ordinary appearance and wearing a cowboy hat said somewhat boastfully, "Miss Fulin, we are here to help you again this time. What do you think of the array patterns we have carved over the years?"

"It's just a junk made purely by time and materials. Considering that you wolves are a bunch of brawny brutes, it's pretty impressive."

Fulin was carving the array pattern with little interest and had no intention of talking to this spellcaster who was quite rare among the wolf clan.

In her eyes, humans are just blood bags, those with handsome looks are good-looking blood bags, and as for wolves... they are not even as good as blood bags.

Of course, this does not include the adults' followers.

The wolf spellcaster was disappointed and followed behind in a sullen manner: "Ms. Fulin, I learned this array pattern from a spell book left by an ancient spellcaster named Guderian. It has a history of several hundred years. If you are interested, I can show it to you later?"

Fulin asked back, "Hundreds of years? Are you older than me?"

In the Blood King's Court, "ancient books" of this level are everywhere. Aren't they books written by ancient people who are hundreds of years old? She can have one by writing one herself.

The wolf spellcaster was choked and speechless. Suddenly, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, he hurriedly shouted: "Look, our people are back!"

Looking around, groups of Texas cowboys were pushing heavy carts along the rugged mountain roads towards the "New Basilicata City".

Mazoen, the centurion guarding the mountain pass, took one look and said, "The stuff must have not been sent out!"

He muttered to himself, opened the door, and walked forward: "I said those submissive black animals have the courage to stand up and resist."

Mazoen snorted coldly: "Mr. Lothar is an outsider after all. Although we are grateful for his help in the past, it is too unreliable for him to ask us to follow his orders without even showing up."

"Who said he didn't show up?"

The centurion looked surprised. He patted the cart and pried open the well-sealed crates, revealing a bunch of brand new breech-loading rifles inside. "See? They're the British Martini-Henry rifles. They're brand new and the Colonial Corps isn't even qualified to equip them. They can be loaded with standard white crystal bullets. One bullet can blow up a whole area."

Another gang leader pried open another box in a show-off manner: "White crystal grenades, which can be mounted on the muzzle to fire. With these weapons, unless the British use naval guns to blow us up, no matter how many people they come, they will all be dead."

Mazoen was stunned. "You guys, robbed the British arsenal? They didn't send anyone to guard it?"

The centurion was very proud and said, "Of course we are stationed there. The Knights of St. George are stationed next to the armory. If we get a little closer, the Holy Sword will hit us on the head. But we have Mr. Lothar to help us."

The gang leader nearby played the role of a qualified supporting actor: "Speaking of which, the British may not have the time to cause trouble to us. In their colony, Louisiana, there are more blacks than whites. From what I saw today, those blacks hate those slave owners and want to eat their flesh. This is really a brilliant move."

Someone else gloated: "When the British suppress the black uprising, Louisiana will become a white land. The British territory is vast and sparsely populated. Unless they import a large number of black slaves, it will take many years for them to recover."

Mazoen watched the jubilant Texas cowboys transporting the long lines of munitions to the mountain city. Although he felt a little embarrassed, he couldn't help but smile and sigh when he saw the heavy wagons: "Great, great! Mr. Losa is a capable man!"

Texas has its own military industry, but it is still in the small workshop stage, and the quality is naturally not as good as Britain's weapons and equipment. This arsenal alone can arm tens of thousands of troops.

In addition, when New Basilicata was built, the priority was to prevent foreign invasion. Over a long period of time, it has been built into a mountain fortress, which is not so easy to break through.

Again, unless the enemy directly uses naval guns to bombard Texas, but if that is the case, is there any need for the British to attack Texas?

In Louisiana, the size of the black uprising is expanding at a speed beyond people's imagination.

They chose the simplest and most effective method to expand their team - coercion.

Massacres were taking place one after another. The black people, who had been suppressed for a long time, seemed to want to retaliate for everything they had suffered. The plantations were burned to the ground, and the gallows where fugitive slaves were once hung were replaced by slave owners.

Black slaves who were unwilling to follow them, or those who were more loyal to their masters, were executed without mercy.

There were corpses and ruins everywhere.

Mosquitoes and flies were hovering over the pile of corpses. Women and children who had been violated were thrown into the stinking ditch. No white people, not even children, could survive the wave of resistance by the rebels. Everyone was shouting a slogan - North America is the promised land that belongs to the black people. God bless the black people, and they will surely establish their own new Africa here!

Even Losa, who directed all this personally, felt a chill when he saw this scene.

But he could only say "it's the pain of the times" and couldn't do anything about it.

After all, this kind of result was what he expected.

However, this world that he "created with his own hands" has never felt real in his eyes. The bloody words on the paper and the so-called plan of "turning the British colonies upside down" were too cruel in reality.

The consequences of the Emancipation Proclamation are actually more than just these.

What Lothar didn't know was that the goal of Britain's war was for the magic stone and white crystal veins.

Both are important resources for industrialization. In order to limit the North American colonies, apart from a few industrial cities such as New York, there are only some light industries such as food processing plants and textile factories.

Those plantation owners did not need to add Texas to the already vast North American Dominion. In other words, the lower-class Dixie cowboys were somewhat interested in Texas, a land that had been simply developed, was no longer infested with wild beasts and natives, and was not so barren.

But for such a small profit, they have now suffered such huge losses from the black riots, and the conflict of interests between the two sides will become more and more serious in the future.

New York.

Princess Louise, who had just attended a welcoming dinner, received the first bad news that she should know as the future Grand Duchess of New England and current supreme leader of the British North American colonies.

The Great Slave Rebellion in Louisiana!

Her Royal Highness the Princess, who was just about to take a good beauty sleep to recover from the fatigue of the journey, was so angry that she scolded a group of colonial officials.

"No matter what you do, I will not allow the riot of those black animals to spread beyond Louisiana!"

"Do as I say, and let those black beasts remember the fate of traitors!"

Following an order from Her Royal Highness the Princess, the entire North American colony, including the armed forces accompanying the Princess, all began to move. Airships took off into the sky, and armored infantrymen marched in a chaotic pace, connecting to the roaring Land Cruiser and entering the cargo hold.

The ironclad fleet slowly sailed out of the port with billowing black smoke.

Before the real war is about to come, the war machinery from the world hegemon has demonstrated its majesty of destroying everything.