Chapter 991 - 214: Putilov Factory
The steward took out a note from his pocket, rolled up some tobacco leaf with saliva, lit it, and inhaled deeply.
"Captain, what’s our next mission?"
Since receiving the order, Tenishev’s brow has been tightly furrowed, unable to relax for a long time.
"It’s the Putilov Factory."
"What?"
The steward widened his eyes: "The insurgents have taken over the factory?"
"Yes."
Tenishev’s expression was very grave; the Putilov Factory is located in the Narva District of Saint Petersburg, employing over forty thousand exempt workers!
Apart from the Floating Airships, they can produce everything from basic rifles, ammunition, various caliber artillery, infantry armor, to Land Cruisers.
The steward forced a smile: "Surely not all workers have joined the rebels?"
Forty thousand exempt workers are all able-bodied men.
If it weren’t for the fact that their work is extremely exhausting and irreplaceable, the gentlemen wouldn’t mercifully grant them ’exemption from service.’
They have occupied the factory, even if they can’t operate those war machines or wear steam armor, every person spitting once would drown a mere cavalry regiment of over eight hundred men.
"Not likely, but even if only a quarter of them have joined, it’s enough to give us trouble."
"What about the garrison troops in the Capital City? Why haven’t they acted yet? Isn’t suppressing rebellion their primary duty?"
Tenishev shook his head: "I don’t know, the military orders don’t mention them, but one would think there should be allied forces cooperating. Although most of the garrison troops in the Capital City are makeshift rabble, there are several elite units."
In Tenishev’s view, the biggest shortcoming of the insurgents is their inability to use war machines.
They have now taken the factory and can rely on the solid buildings to resist their Cossack attacks, but as long as one Land Cruiser can be set in motion, or a company of armored infantry launches a surprise attack, they can easily breach it.
Tenishev took out his pocket watch, checked the time, and loudly announced: "Everyone, mount your horses, it’s time for us to depart."
The road to the Putilov Factory is not peaceful.
The insurgents seem to be everywhere, occasionally firing a shot from civilian houses with impressive marksmanship. Tenishev suspects these people are either retired from the frontline or there’s a rebellion within the garrison troops.
"Captain, we caught a cripple, it was him who killed a comrade just now."
Two Cossack cavalry dragged a middle-aged man with a bruised nose and swollen face before Tenishev.
The man had a severed leg, clearly the reason he couldn’t escape in time after firing the black gun.
"Do you have anything to confess?"
Tenishev pushed away the Cossack who was about to kick him again and squatted in front of the man, speaking solemnly.
"Pah!"
The man spat out a mouthful of bloody froth, which Tenishev easily dodged with a tilted head.
"I encountered a very pretty girl during the day; she was about to sell her body for a morsel of food. You should know, if the man holding the family collapses, you’ll know what happens to your wife and daughter."
The man sneered: "I just retired from the frontline, and when I returned to Saint Petersburg, I had already lost my family. Save it, you can’t threaten me."
Tenishev’s tone was gentle: "Since you’re a veteran retired from the frontline, you should know the power we possess. Do you really think a bunch of rebellious rabble can stand against Steam Airships, Land Crossing Cruisers, and Royal Mages by picking up rifles?"
The man just kept sneering, his laughter growing louder.
In Tenishev’s puzzled eyes, he slowly said: "Did you hear the gunfire from the Peter and Paul Fortress on your way here? We are not fighting alone; the blood we shed will inspire more comrades."
Hiss——
A strange sound suddenly rang out.
"Quick, get away!"
Tenishev’s expression changed abruptly, grabbing the steward beside him and leaping away, rolling into a nearby water ditch.
Boom!
Even soaked in icy mud, Tenishev could feel a Fire Dragon flying overhead.
When they climbed back up, the spot where the man originally stood had been blasted into a deep crater.
The steward couldn’t help but curse: "Damn it, does the Putilov Factory produce White Crystal Grenades too?"
Tenishev shook his head; the manufacture of White Crystal Grenades isn’t difficult, as long as they have the raw materials.
"Lord Rasputin orders you to immediately proceed to the Putilov Factory to suppress the rebellion!"
"Cossacks are not skilled in assaulting fortifications, we need heavy weapons."
"This..."
"That damn monk wants to meddle again."
Rasputin is a Royal Family advisor for casting, trusted greatly by the Tsar and Tsarina for curing Crown Prince Aleksey’s hemophilia.
But the Cossacks have no love for this Siberian peasant mingling in the court, considering him a charlatan who only pretends to be a mystic while reveling in power from the rearguard.
"Lord Rasputin orders you to immediately proceed to the Putilov Factory to suppress the rebellion!"
"Cossacks are not skilled in assaulting fortifications, we need heavy weapons."
"This..."
"That damn monk wants to meddle again."
Rasputin is a Royal Family advisor for casting, trusted greatly by the Tsar and Tsarina for curing Crown Prince Aleksey’s hemophilia.
But the Cossacks have no love for this Siberian peasant mingling in the court, considering him a charlatan who only pretends to be a mystic while reveling in power from the rearguard.
"Lord Rasputin orders you to immediately proceed to the Putilov Factory to suppress the rebellion!"
"Cossacks are not skilled in assaulting fortifications, we need heavy weapons."
"This..."
"That damn monk wants to meddle again."
Rasputin is a Royal Family advisor for casting, trusted greatly by the Tsar and Tsarina for curing Crown Prince Aleksey’s hemophilia.
But the Cossacks have no love for this Siberian peasant mingling in the court, considering him a charlatan who only pretends to be a mystic while reveling in power from the rearguard.
"Lord Rasputin orders you to immediately proceed to the Putilov Factory to suppress the rebellion!"
"Cossacks are not skilled in assaulting fortifications, we need heavy weapons."
"This..."
"That damn monk wants to meddle again."
Rasputin is a Royal Family advisor for casting, trusted greatly by the Tsar and Tsarina for curing Crown Prince Aleksey’s hemophilia.
But the Cossacks have no love for this Siberian peasant mingling in the court, considering him a charlatan who only pretends to be a mystic while reveling in power from the rearguard.
"Lord Rasputin orders you to immediately proceed to the Putilov Factory to suppress the rebellion!"
"Cossacks are not skilled in assaulting fortifications, we need heavy weapons."
"This..."
"That damn monk wants to meddle again."
Rasputin is a Royal Family advisor for casting, trusted greatly by the Tsar and Tsarina for curing Crown Prince Aleksey’s hemophilia.
But the Cossacks have no love for this Siberian peasant mingling in the court, considering him a charlatan who only pretends to be a mystic while reveling in power from the rearguard.