By evening, he had already created ten thousand M4A1 Carbine automatic rifles, training bullets for practice, and regular bullets for war. He should have created less powerful weapons, but he hadn't thought of that before, so now he was stuck with one of the most powerful guns of modern times. He had to drink several bottles of mana potions to do this.
By the end of the day, he had created top-quality equipment such as swords, spears, and armor. He checked the quality. Although he wasn't entirely satisfied, it would have to do for now.
The sword he could create was made of high-quality steel, but it was a Japanese-designed sword. These people, however, used European-style swords. Changing the sword's design now would create a huge issue. Though the European swords were made of high-quality steel, the commander must have obtained them somewhere and gave them to Sanjay since he had requested them.
A sword made of such high-quality steel shouldn't be the norm at this time. He had started by creating this high-quality sword. It took him the entire night to create one hundred thousand high-quality swords, with the help of mana potions. Anyone would be shocked to see this many swords at once. With one hand, he drank mana potions, and with the other, he continuously created swords.
"This power is both a blessing and a curse. It's like I became a factory." It was good that his skill hadn't been leaked, or else people might treat him as a factory to produce things inside the tower. Thinking this, he got goosebumps.
Soon, he ate breakfast. More than his exhaustion, excitement could be seen on his face. Lisa was looking at his smiling face, wondering what could make the arrogant prince smile. Since she wasn't given any punishment, it had nothing to do with her.
Once again, the commander entered the room to inform him that the ten thousand soldiers he had asked for were selected.
After completing his breakfast, Sanjay took him to show the weapons. In the biggest room of the palace, on one side, there were ten thousand guns, and on the other side, one hundred thousand swords. The commander had no concern about the guns as he didn't understand what they were, but seeing the shiny swords stacked one upon another like a mountain, his face showed shock. He was so stunned that he couldn't speak for a few seconds. He went near one of the swords and picked it up—it was really Damascus steel. There were very few swords made from Damascus steel in the entire kingdom.
The sword he had given to Sanjay yesterday was a gift from his father, and even the high-class nobles might not have swords like these. The Damascus steel was imported from the far East, and its cost was astronomical. Even if there was demand, there was no supply.
But now, there were hundreds of thousands of similar swords on the ground. He might not even recognize the original sword his father had gifted him. He had cherished that sword dearly.
Sanjay just kept looking at him. Seeing how he was reacting, he wasn't surprised.
"Commander," Sanjay said.
It was then that the commander snapped back to his senses and looked at Sanjay.
"Majesty, all these swords? How...?" He couldn't form a proper sentence.
"Commander, don't ask. We have to win this war. There is no other way. Do you understand?"
The commander nodded.
"Okay, take half of the swords and distribute them among our original soldiers. Are the ten thousand soldiers selected?"
The commander stopped thinking about where these swords came from and replied, "Yes, my lord. The ten thousand soldiers you requested have been selected and are already waiting for you in the training ground."
"Okay," Sanjay said, taking one of the automatic rifles from the ground and walking toward the training ground. The commander followed behind him, wanting to see what Sanjay was going to do. When they entered the room, the commander saw sticks stuck in the ground but didn't understand them, and then quickly forgot about them after seeing the swords.
Soon, they reached the training ground. Ten thousand soldiers were randomly doing various things—some basking in the sun, others talking with their teammates. Seeing them, Sanjay was determined that they would need a good amount of training to become disciplined.
When the prince and commander arrived, everyone stopped what they were doing and kneeled on one knee.
"Long live the prince!" "Long live the prince!" "Long live the prince!"
At least they were loyal to him.
Sanjay nodded and asked one of the soldiers to bring a dummy dressed in full steel armor. Two people ran and brought the dummy, which was made for heavy cavalry, and placed it where Sanjay had ordered.
"Everyone, from now on, your team will be using this special weapon. Take a good look at it." Sanjay raised the gun and showed it to them. No one understood what this was. Its design was really ugly, and someone whispered about it.
Sanjay paid no attention to the whispers. He pointed the rifle at the dummy, removed the safety, loaded it, and pressed the trigger.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!" Huge thunder-like sounds echoed, and before their eyes could catch up, the dummy was blown into pieces.
Everyone took a breath of air, even the commander, who was shocked by what the weapon was.
After a few seconds, Sanjay began explaining what the weapon was and demonstrated how to fire it. Some thought it was witchcraft, but when they actually tried it for the first time, they fell in love with the weapon.
Sanjay then specifically laid out the training sessions for the ten thousand soldiers. They would work both on physical training as well as with the guns. His specially designed physical training sessions were mostly aimed at creating discipline and getting the best out of these soldiers.
Four weeks later, rows upon rows of soldiers stood, all wearing shiny armor and carrying shiny swords. Sanjay, sitting on his horse with a bulletproof vest and a helmet, marched along with his one-hundred-fifty-thousand strong army.
Within the last four weeks, Sanjay had become a complete production factory on his own. From rations to weapons to medicines, he had produced almost everything that might be needed in war. This war would determine his rank, and he couldn't take it lightly.
He also kept an eye out for any abnormalities among the soldiers, particularly any players who might try to join his team. He caught two people—one was a fatty and the other a girl who was determined to join the army. They revealed their powers in front of others—basically, they were caught by spies hired by Sanjay to find these kinds of people. The spies were rewarded handsomely.
Sanjay caught them and threw both of them into jail. He didn't want any outside influences in his army, as they could introduce additional variables into the war. Both of them could forget about getting a good rating in the war. They were not in the safe zone, so they couldn't go back to Earth either.
Through testing, Sanjay found that any place where there were almost no chances of harm could be treated as a safe place, and he could go home. But due to the time difference, it wasn't a very good idea to go back home. One second outside the tower would be equivalent to ten seconds inside the second-floor world. It varied from floor to floor.
A lot of time would pass, and he might not be able to respond during an emergency.
"March," the commander shouted.
Everybody began marching toward the north of their territory.
In the north of the territory, Baron Linton was drinking his wine and enjoying the dance of beautiful girls.
"Majesty!" a person came running.
"What happened?" the baron asked.
"Majesty, an army is marching toward us!" the person said.
"What? Who is it? Why are they coming toward us?" In his mind, the first and third princes immediately came to mind. In this war for the throne, he had decided to support the second prince, who was also backed by the Duke of Aston. But how could the prince attack him? To attack him, they would first need to cross land controlled by the Duke.
"Majesty, the army is coming from the south. It's most likely the fourth prince," the messenger said.
"What? How can he march? Does he have the force to even take part in the war for the throne?" the baron asked.
"Majesty, he is marching with almost one hundred fifty thousand troops, and their weapons look new," the messenger replied.
"They are so poor; how could he afford any weapons? Most likely, they forced the laborers to join them. They might be using pitchforks and axes," the baron said, full of confidence in his reasoning.
"Inform the commander to get ready for battle," the baron ordered. He had almost one hundred thousand battle-hardened soldiers and was confident in their abilities. He wasn't planning on defending; he would attack full force and kill the prince. The new king would surely reward him for this merit. Killing a prince was no small feat.
After a day of marching and resting, they finally reached the border of the baron's territory. For Sanjay, this was his first battle in this world. Using binoculars, he could see around one hundred thousand soldiers waiting for them.
So, they planned to attack. That worked out well for him. If they had hidden behind a wall and planned a defensive strategy, it might have been a headache to attack a fortified position. But now, they were in the open.
Sanjay signaled. Seeing this, the commander shouted.
"Soldiers, battle formation!"
Every day, they had trained more than ten times on how to form up for battle. They could fall into formation even in their sleep.
Once in battle formation, they slowly marched toward the enemy. They were still more than five kilometers away. As they neared two kilometers, they stopped.
"Why did they stop?" the baron asked.
"They are still out of the archers' range," the enemy commander explained.
"With this many people, they can't retreat. Tell the cavalry to be ready," the baron ordered. With five thousand cavalry, they would break through the army and scatter them into pieces.
On Sanjay's side, the gunmen were getting ready. They were adjusting their scopes to get the best shot. Sanjay had promised them that for every person they killed, they would receive two gold coins; for nobles, five gold coins; for officers, ten gold coins; for the commander, fifty gold coins; and for the baron, one hundred gold coins.
They were eager to shoot but were only allowed to do so on the order of the commander. If they didn't heed the order, they would be punished and reassigned to the infantry unit with spears. Those who had failed to follow orders during training had regretted it later on.
The baron's cavalry began marching toward them, followed by the infantry unit running at full speed.
Sanjay then took command. "Squad A, in position!" One thousand gunmen stood in a straight line with automatic rifles in hand.
The cavalry reached the one-kilometer mark, and the infantry reached the two-kilometer mark. Sanjay did not give the order to shoot. The cavalry reached the five-hundred-meter mark, and the infantry reached the one-kilometer mark.
"Fire!" Sanjay ordered.
"Thurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
Numerous gunshots echoed like thunder. Within two to three seconds, thirty rounds of 5.56×45mm ammunition were fired. The bullets blasted everything in their path, totaling thirty thousand rounds of fire. The entire one-kilometer area was cleared.
"Squad B, in position. Fire!" Sanjay shouted. The gunmen weren't as well trained and still needed five to ten seconds to change their magazines. But Sanjay didn't want to give them time. So, he created multiple squads to fire at different times.
The gunmen in Squad B started firing without aiming. The dense barrage of bullets left no gap for the enemy to escape. Sanjay then moved on to Squad C, and then to Squad D. By the time he reached Squad E, the enemies had already started running.
"Squad H and cavalry, march!" he shouted. He had created a special Squad H—two persons in that squad. The first would ride the horse, and the second would shoot. The cavalry, armed with their swords, were already there.
The baron was astonished at what was happening on the battlefield. Within one minute, his entire cavalry was torn to pieces, and multiple infantry units at the front were shattered. His entire army was in shambles.
The commander tried to regroup the fleeing infantry, but before he could shout, he was hit in the chest by a bullet. He looked down, and blood seeped from his armor. He then fell from his horse.
"Yes! I killed the commander! Fifty gold coins are mine!" one of the gunmen riding a horse shouted.
"Ten gold coins for me," another horse rider said.
"Sure, my friend. Let's kill a few more officers to secure a bigger reward," they said, then began searching for their next target.
Sanjay's cavalry unit and Squad H reached the enemy area, completely decimating them.
After a few minutes, the infantry units also reached their positions and killed all the remaining soldiers.
They also caught the baron, but he was executed on the spot by Sanjay's orders.