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Scarlett was well aware of this, and from the moment the smoke of gunpowder rose in the Old World, the death knell of the witches had been sounded.

The knightly class, which was once regarded as a nuisance by the witches, was shattered by gunpowder, but at the same time, the pride of witches was also shattered by gunpowder. Even a farmer who is digging in the fields can pose a threat to witches with a little training as long as he has firearms. A team of hundreds of muskets, with just enough explosives, can wipe out a witch's castle.

It is true that neither the steel helmet nor the cloth armor can stop the witch's magic, but no matter how strong the witch is, it can't stop the frontal salvo of the musket, and the number of witches is too small to withstand the encirclement and suppression of the human army with firearms, so they can only flee desperately.

The discovery of the New World gave the witches a respite, and thirteen witches turned into Puritans and escaped the army's arrest on the Mayflower to the New World. With a successful precedent, witches from the Old World also boarded colonial frontier ships to settle in the New World. And in this matter, the humans of the Old World also need time to digest the land left behind by the witch's evacuation, and the war has temporarily subsided, but the shadow remains.

The New World is vast enough to give witches plenty of room to do their job. Violent conflict broke out between the natives and their shamans and the settlers of the Old World, and the spears and bows of the natives could not fight against the firearms of the settlers, but the shamanic witchcraft caused great trouble for the settlers. In order to alleviate their losses, the immigrants enlisted the witches to join the war.

Witches reached a compromise with the settlers of the Old World and participated in the war against the natives of the New World - although the witchcraft of the shaman was magical, it was far from enough compared to the witches who dominated the Old World for thousands of years, the witch's magic was more deadly than the shaman's witchcraft, and the indigenous tribes of the New World died out at a rapid rate under the joint pursuit of immigrants and witches, and the westward movement of immigrants was a great success.

Soon, immigrants from the Old World conquered the entire New World, and the confident Old World immigrants even went to war with the kingdoms of the Old World at the instigation of witches, taking advantage of the conflict between the two great powers of the Old World, the Kingdom of England and the Kingdom of France, to free the New World from the control of the Old World.

The witches thought that the question of their survival had been solved in the New World, where a 13-state United States of American was born, and Martha, the wife of the first president, Washington? Castius is even a real witch.

But when machines spewing white steam appear in the northern part of the New World, the witches finally decide to go into the background, fleeing to the seven southern states that adhere to tradition, and go incognito.

But the witches' concessions did not solve the problem, and the contradiction between the North, which had embarked on the path of the Industrial Revolution, and the South, which had adhered to the path of plantation and slavery, became more and more intense.

The North needed raw materials such as cotton and tobacco from the South, as well as a unified New World market, and they desperately wanted the South to emancipate the black slaves who were imprisoned on the plantations and make them cheap laborers in the factories of the North.

The war eventually broke out, and the North, which had taken advantage of the westward expansion, now had 23 states with a population of 22.34 million, while the seven southern states had only 9.1 million people, including more than 3.8 million black slaves.

Although there was a huge disparity in strength between the North and the South, there was an outstanding military commander in the South: Robert Lee. Under the leadership of General Lee, the brave and warlike Southern Army gave the invincible Northern Army a blow to the head, and in the early stage of the war, the Southern Army even hit the capital Washington for a time.

But the power gap between the North and the South existed, and after the Emancipation Proclamation issued by Lincoln, the supreme commander of the North, emancipated the black slaves, the slaves who fled from the South provided enough cannon fodder troops to the North. After the capture of Atlanta, the defeat of the seven southern states was decided.

Moreover, the Northern Army also gave the Southern Army a very politically correct hat - "Fellow Witches", and offered a sky-high reward of $10,000 for capturing a witch alive.

Perhaps in the next 50 years, the whole South will be full of the kind of witches with a sarcastic eye looking back, looking back at the bygone times and the people who have passed, evoking futile and sad memories, and enduring the predicament of the present with great pride in possessing them.

But this is not the case with Scarlett, who will never look backwards.

She knows very well that the witch is no longer the protagonist of this war, and the Northern Army is now offering a high reward to hunt down the witch, just to silence the mouths of the two great powers of the Old World.

"But the Yankees can't conquer me."

She thought hatefully, but now it wasn't the Yankees or the nasty blacks that she needed to worry about, but the food.

Yes, Scarlett could forget her heartache, but she could not forget her hunger, so that she lay half-asleep in bed every morning, and when the memory had not yet brought war and hunger back to her, she would curl up there in a daze for the smell of fried bacon and roasted rolls. Every morning she always sniffed vigorously, as if she really smelled the smell of food, and then she woke up completely.

"That damn black slave, why hasn't you moved until now?" Scarlett became anxious, she had never been hungry since she was a child, she desperately needed food to fill her hungry stomach with overuse of her magic, and she couldn't stand the thought of roasted potatoes and those corn whiskeys!

Suddenly, there was the sound of hurried footsteps in the hall downstairs, then paused, and then quickened again, but it was obviously weak and difficult. There was also the sound of metal in the middle.

Hao Scarlett's hairs stood on end—there was no one else in the Tara Manor except for herself and her two younger sisters, the black slave Dilsi and Mama, and the stupid and cunning black slave Bock!

And this footstep is not the sound of any of them!

It must be a damn Yankee again!

Scarlett was hungry, and since Tara Manor was sacked by the Northern Army, she had hated all the Yankees, and the reason why she killed that small group of Northern Army was because of this hatred.

The Yankees don't want to steal my stuff anymore!

She gently took off the broken shoes on her feet, and hurried to the wardrobe barefoot, not even feeling the swelling and pain on her toes. She quietly pulled open the top drawer, grabbed the bulky pistol she had made, and then reached into the leather box that hung under the saber on the wall for a moment, and pulled out a fire cap bullet. She tried her best to keep her composure and loaded the bullet into the chamber. Then she crept into the hall upstairs and down the stairs, holding on to the railing with one hand to settle down, and with the other she grabbed the pistol and clung to the fold of her skirt behind the retreat.

Scarlett is a good learner, and she is one of the few witches who does not reject the use of firearms.

"Who's there?" A strange man's voice shouted. She stood in the middle of the stairs, her blood pounding in her ears, and she could barely hear what he was saying.

"Hey, stop, stop, I have no ill intentions, don't shoot." The voice continued to shout.

The man stood in the doorway of the dining room, nervously hunched over, his eyes on Scarlett's pistol.

"Miss, I have no ill intentions, I'm not a Northern Army, I'm just a passer-by from a foreign land." The man held up his hands, "Take it easy, look at me, I'm not white or black." ”

"Indigenous?" Hao Scarlett tightened his grip on the pistol, and the person in front of him was wearing a silver-white hooded chain mail, carrying a black travel bag with a strange style, black hair and yellow skin, and he did look a little like the natives of the New World, but there was a big difference in temperament.

"No, I'm not indigenous, I'm from another continent."

Xue Yuan sweated profusely and explained, God knows why the chick on the other side brought such a great sense of oppression to himself, obviously it was very easy to kill the three lone soldiers in the wild, why did a chick suddenly appear with a pistol pointed at him, making him feel like he was locked all over.

"What the hell is this Lord Matter Plane World! Suddenly a chick pops up so tough? ”