The predecessor of the Guitucheng Arsenal (the First Arsenal of the Alliance Army) was the Royal Weapons Division of the Shanqian Province during the imperial rule. At the beginning of its establishment, it mainly considered transportation conditions, so it was located on the coast near the Guitucheng Terminal, and the ship could directly dock to the small dock of the Weapons Division.

There were only four blacksmiths here at first, nothing more than a large blacksmith shop. They were responsible for storing and maintaining the weapons and equipment allocated to the royal army stationed in Shanqian Province, and had no production and manufacturing capabilities.

After the United Provincial militia captured Guitu City for the first time, they immediately occupied the Royal Weapons Division and emptied the arsenal here.

When the second time of the change of hands in Guitucheng and the Union Provincial militia discovered that the war would obviously not end soon, they immediately transformed the old Royal Weapons Division into the Xinguitucheng Arsenal.

The functions given to it are no longer limited to maintenance and storage, and the Guitucheng Arsenal began to have the ability to produce and manufacture cold weapons.

The sovereign war that lasted for more than ten years brought strong demand for weapons, and the technology and production capacity of the Guitucheng Arsenal have also been greatly improved again and again.

At first, the arsenal could only use ready-made iron materials to forge weapons. However, due to trade blockade, the copper and iron purchased from the outside became increasingly ineffective.

Guitucheng Arsenal recruited blacksmiths and established a smelting bureau, so that the arsenal had the ability to smel ore and could supply raw materials for itself.

Later, as the war continued, soldiers using gunpowder weapons accounted for a larger proportion of militia troops. So the Gutucheng Arsenal added a gun and artillery bureau and a gun bureau, specializing in gun manufacturing technology.

In the second half of the war, the Guitucheng Arsenal began to produce muskets and artillery continuously, arming a large number of unarmed citizens.

Marshal Ned once praised the arsenal in this way: "Without Guitucheng arsenal, there would be no victory!" From then on, the nickname of Victory Arsenal was launched and became the nickname of this arsenal in the Alliance Army.

Over the past twenty years, the Victory Arsenal has been expanded again and again, just like a glutton who cannot satisfy his appetite, constantly swallowing up the surrounding land and houses. From a corner of the dock, it has evolved into a city in the city that entrenched in half a port area.

But at this moment, there is no more victory arsenal, only a sea of ​​fire.

More than ten minutes ago, when the student brigade marched to the ruins of the old city wall, the entire street was already filled with faint smoke.

The smoke penetrated into every roadside alley and into every independent courtyard. The residents living on the edge of the city have been awakened, either sticking their heads to visit at the window, or standing at the door to watch, watching in surprise as the army officers' brigade headed towards the direction where the smoke came.

The further he walked, the more intense the smoke became, the more pungent it became. Winters was so hot that he burst into tears, and the sounds of coughing in the queue came one after another.

The horses riding instructors began to become restless and refused to move forward no matter how they drove them.

In desperation, the casting instructors had to continue to use magic in turn, always maintaining two horizontal wind control techniques in front of the column, blowing the smoke into the residential areas on both sides of the road.

Keep walking forward until you can see the fire, the situation becomes worse and worse.

The flames had already spread from the arsenal to nearby houses, and many residents died of poisonous smoke before they woke up from their sleep. Some people who were escaping were crying and fleeing in the direction of the squad.

"The trial is coming! The trial is coming!"

"It's the devil! The devil is spreading on the streets!"

"Escape quickly! We can do nothing! Escape!"

The fleeing people shouted and ran, holding the property they took away when they escaped from the house tightly on their chests. Their house had been engulfed by flames, and the things in their hands were now their entire property.

The crying sound hit Winters' chest, making him feel very uncomfortable. Facing the escaped abortion, the squad of students moved forward silently.

Going further forward, there is a scene of hell.

Here, the darkness was dispersed by the fire, the streets were illuminated by angry flames, and the smoke was so strong that the wind control technique could do nothing. The sound of beating wood burning and the sound of rumbling house collapses continued to be heard.

A woman was kneeling by the roadside and wailing hysterically. No one knew what was going on with her, and no one paid attention to her.

The people who escaped from the fire were frightened and were running out of the city with their hands and feet.

And those residents whose fire line in their own houses were only a few meters away were already in despair:

Some of them have not given up yet and are trying their best to carry the soft and soft from home; some have beaten their chests and stamped their feet, and cursed the devil loudly; some have become crazy, grabbing their hair and hitting the ground with their heads desperately; some have given up resistance, praying with their eyes closed and chanting.

But water and fire are ruthless, and all efforts are in vain. They can only watch their houses be consumed by flames.

When Winters first discovered a strange phenomenon in the sky, he had a very bad premonition. If he could burn the sky to change color, the range of the fire scene would definitely not be small.

But when he truly saw the scale of the fire, he realized that his initial thoughts were too optimistic.

The cadet brigade of military cadets failed to even get close to the walls of the Victory Arsenal, and heat waves and thick smoke blocked them a block away.

"Sir! Sir!" A man dressed in short brown dress, holding his hat and running to the horse of the head of the military academy: "I am the captain of the Port Fire Defense Team, it's great that you can come!"

"How do I serve you? My Commander?" the Minister asked coldly.

"The fire can no longer be extinguished, so we can only strip away the surrounding houses and build an isolation belt. Your student is coming just right." The captain of the fire prevention team did not dare to keep it in secret, and hurriedly expressed his plan.

"I came here to save the Army's property. Now that the arsenal is over, I will not use my precious officers to put out the fire, that is your duty." The minister was about to leave.

"Sir! Be kind!" The captain of the fire defense team grabbed the reins of the chief's mount and begged.

"Hmph." The minister snorted coldly.

"Please look at the direction of the wind, the wind is blowing from the coastline to the inland. The wind helps the fire. If the isolation belt is not established quickly, the entire port area will soon turn into a sea of ​​fire, and then the entire urban area."

The minister still had a dark face and said nothing.

"Sir, if the entire Guitu City is burning, can your school survive alone?" The captain of the fire defense team saw that the person with the obvious highest position in the military academy was a little relaxed, and he refused to give up this last life-saving straw.
Chapter completed!