A Few Days Later…
The wheels had already been set in motion.
With Princess Feilian's full support, Bai Zihan wasted no time.
He gave full authority to make guns and bullets to Lao Shen, and with a mixture of blacksmiths from the Inner City, Bai Zihan expected them to produce 100 guns per day.
Well, it might be slow at the start, but with their expertise, he believed it was totally achievable—even if it came at the expense of their sleep.
The forges of Ironmist glowed red day and night, and the clanging of metal became a lullaby for the desperate.
Bullets were packed, weapons distributed quietly to soldiers and volunteers—those who still had the will to fight, even when their stomachs were empty and their morale worse.
The Princess visited the workshops herself. She spoke with the refugees.
She stood on ruined walls and addressed anyone who would listen.
Her voice cracked. Her words weren't polished—but they were real.
And sometimes, that was enough.
