Munitions Empire

"I’m never riding this thing again," a middle-aged man who had just finished vomiting complained with a handkerchief covering his mouth, still shaken.

Flying for him was just like riding a roller coaster, especially during the takeoff and landing phases, which were simply life-threatening.

If it weren’t for the seatbelt keeping him in place, he might well have been thrown out of his seat! When encountering turbulence, the whole plane jolted up and down, offering no sense of safety whatsoever.

What was more depressing was that the entire flight journey involved taking off three times and landing three times... This was torture multiplied several times over for someone who had never flown before.

"Just count yourself lucky! At least you don’t have to drift on the sea for so many days," said a man beside him, carrying a briefcase and pulling a suitcase, comforting while walking.

This type of suitcase was really quite convenient; it had two wheels at the bottom and could be pulled forward with just a slight tilt, ingeniously designed.

And amazingly, it was given out for free; anyone taking the flight could get one, complete with a logo of a pair of wings to commemorate this incredible flight experience.

"Yeah! Traveling from Brunas to Dragon Island I took a ship, and that was truly an unforgettable disaster," the middle-aged man squeezed out an ugly smile: "So I’d rather fly than take a ship."

"Too bad you still have to take a ship one more time," reminded the man with the suitcase: "You have to take a ship from Dongwan to Linshui."

"Ah... that’s true." The middle-aged man, who thought he had finally gotten past his ordeal, immediately became gloomy, wiped his mouth with his handkerchief again, and continued forward.

As they were speaking, another C47 transport plane slowly landed, bumping on the runway. Experience more content on

In their efforts to rapidly transport personnel back to the mainland, the Great Tang Kingdom had summoned nearly all of their C47 transport planes to carry materials and people.

Soon, the middle-aged man who put his handkerchief away walked up to the check-in window and pulled out his identification, handing it to the policewoman inside.

The policewoman verified the authenticity of the ID and then handed it back to the man, "Welcome to Dongwan Island! Mr. Guest."

The man pocketed his ID and then proceeded toward the gate. The man with the suitcase following him then nervously handed over his own identification.

The policewoman glanced down at the ID and habitually returned it: "Welcome to Dongwan Island as well, Mr. Schiller."

Such scenes had become commonplace on Dongwan Island lately, with some folks arriving empty-handed, while others were burdened with loads of luggage.

This had to do with the personnel deployment policy of the Great Tang Kingdom: Only first-level talents didn’t need to bring any luggage, as Great Tang would prepare the finest accommodations in Linshui or Tongcheng and furnish them with new furniture and clothing.

Second-level talents had to bring their own luggage, as the state only provided housing and would not furnish it with other household items.

Guest was a very impressive chemical engineer in Great Tang; he owned a lab where he was responsible for researching and validating various chemical formulas.

Schiller, who arrived on Dongwan Island on the same plane, wasn’t as distinguished; he was just an engineer, responsible for the design of automotive subsystems.

When the two men boarded the same bus from the suburban airport and drove into Dongwan City, they were stunned by the sight before them.

They had imagined that the far-off Great Tang would surely look underdeveloped and decrepit, but in this moment, it felt as though they were seeing a new Brunas.

After more than a year of transformation, the place had changed completely; the city walls had disappeared without a trace, and tall buildings could be seen from afar.

The streets were very smooth, and it seemed that the drainage system had already been renovated and perfected. The bustling traffic gave the new arrivals on the bus the impression they had returned to Dragon City or Brunas.

It was no exaggeration to say that, in terms of bustle alone, the place could almost rival Jade City.

You should know that for safety and secrecy reasons, Jade City doesn’t even have an airport yet, while Dongwan City’s airport is quite sizable.

What they didn’t realize was that at the urban edge, Dongwan Port had also grown to rival Brunas in scale—since it needed to connect with Linshui and Dragon City, the port in Dongwan was genuinely vast.

Each of the gantry cranes was of the latest model, even larger and more advanced than those in Brunas. After all, Brunas’s port facilities hadn’t been updated in two or three years, so the largest port was now in Dragon City.

Even more impressive was that the shipyard at Dongwan Port had begun operations, and the liberty ships built there were already cutting through the waves of the Endless Sea.

"At the beginning, I thought that with such great treatment, I was coming to endure hardship," Schiller said, somewhat mesmerized by the neon lights flickering on both sides of the street.

Guest, who felt uneasy due to the bus’s shaking, pulled out his handkerchief again, not knowing that the incessant chatterer named Schiller standing next to him would become a world-famous car designer.

And the car engineer Schiller, who talked non-stop as if he had verbal diarrhea, didn’t know that the man next to him, heaving as if pregnant, would become a great chemist in a few years.

Soon, the bus came to a steady stop in front of the municipal hall of Dongwan City, and the officials receiving these foreign experts led them to the governor’s reception room.

There they saw the pot-bellied Baus, the former Minister of Construction from Leite Kingdom, who had gotten even fatter from eating.

But his spirits didn’t seem good; he had dark circles under his eyes and kept yawning incessantly, "Welcome to Dongwan City... I know you’ll be heading to Linshui shortly, but I’m very pleased to see all the elites..."

After he perfunctorily completed his welcoming speech, he instructed his assistant to take the guests for a good meal at the city hall’s canteen, and then he left on his own accord.

"The governor didn’t mean any harm," the accustomed assistant explained to everyone: "He’s just been too busy lately. The city is expanding, and he has to personally approve all the projects; he’s gotten thin from hunger..."

"Uh..." Remembering the fat man who almost couldn’t squeeze through the door just now, the experts from various fields who had traveled a long way were all a bit speechless.

"I’m not joking. The splendor of Dongwan City today is all thanks to Mr. Dino and Mr. Baus," the assistant said, continuing as they walked forward. "It’s just that Mr. Dino has now been transferred to Chang’an to oversee the work, so Mr.

Baus has to do the work of two people alone..."

If measured by the work standards of other kingdoms, the Great Tang Kingdom always pushed women as hard as men, and used men like work animals.

When Baus was Minister of Construction in Leite Kingdom, he could ignore his duties for ten days, and it was likely no one would come looking for him.

But now, he had to stay up late every night just to get through the daily work reports, and if there was a lot of work, he could only sleep two or three hours a day.

Meeting some experts from Dragon Island, like today, was considered restful in Baus’s schedule. That’s why he was able to brush them off and use the extra 15 minutes to catch up on some sleep.

"The governor really is... very dedicated," the crowd commented.

"No choice, working under Mr. Dino... It’s hard not to be dedicated..." the assistant chuckled and pushed open the door ahead: "Here’s the canteen, everyone! The seafood from Dongwan Island, absolutely delicious!"

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