Grandes Parafusos de Trincheira e Magia
Depois de ser acordado com um soco, Morin descobriu que havia se tornado um prisioneiro de guerra. Achava que estava em um mundo semelhante à véspera da Primeira Guerra Mundial, mas logo percebeu que a situação era ainda pior do que imaginava. Além disso, por que, sendo um soldado do Império, ele agora fazia parte das forças aliadas ao lado de voluntários da Brigada Internacional? Soldados de assalto portando espada e escudo como verdadeiras latas de ferro, cavaleiros blindados movidos a diesel e magia, além de magos acompanhando o exército... Tudo isso indicava claramente para Morin que havia algo de muito errado com aquele mundo — e não era pouca coisa. Mas, por ora, o mais importante era pensar em como sobreviver àquela guerra que se autoproclamava “a que acabaria com todas as guerras”. Elementos do livro: Primeira Guerra Mundial com magia, rifles de ferrolho para homens de verdade, cavaleiros blindados a diesel, abordagens em dirigíveis...
Grandes Parafusos de Trincheira e Magia
“Bang!”
“What is the real mission of your military observation team in Seville?!”
Morin was fully awakened only after taking a solid punch to the face.
As the images before his eyes gradually cleared, he stared at the tall white man in an old-fashioned military uniform, whose expression was fierce and menacing, leaving him utterly bewildered.
“What the hell is going on... Could it be that I finally got a break and fell asleep while climbing the ranks?”
Such thoughts flashed through Morin’s mind, but the sharp pain radiating from his cheek and jaw made him realize this was no dream.
He had truly been punched hard!
Immediately after, the fierce-looking white man began rattling off a string of words in a language Morin had never heard before.
Strangely, Morin found himself understanding the language as if it were his mother tongue.
He even sensed that the man speaking was not entirely fluent in it.
Now thoroughly stunned, Morin wondered: When did he, a cadet, become a second lieutenant?
Even within the Slavic original military ranks, he should have been a level 98 lieutenant general...
And this place, “Seville”—he had never heard of it before...
Suddenly, a cold electronic female voice echoed in his mind.
[Current information acquisition: 5%]
[Intelligence management system initializing...]
Morin felt the scene before him flash briefly as a game-like UI interface appeared in his field of vision.
The main feature was a vast map resembling Europe, though most regions remained
