EMPIRE REWRITTEN [Isekai • Alt-History • Strategy]

Chapter 37: The Forge of Command

Glarentza, late August 1431.

The morning sun bathed the barracks courtyard in warm light, reflecting off the polished pikes and rows of armor neatly arranged for inspection. The rhythmic sound of boots on packed dirt echoed as soldiers marched in formation, their drills methodical, their movements sharp.

Constantine entered the courtyard flanked by George Sphrantzes, his trusted confidant, and a small retinue of guards. The air carried the acrid tang of freshly fired gunpowder mingled with the metallic scent of steel. Waiting for him were Captain Andreas, commander of the standing army, and the chief craftsmen—Elias, the renowned bellmaker turned weapons expert, and Niketas, the gunpowder artisan and defector.

Andreas stepped forward, his military demeanor softened by a slight smile. "My Despot," he said, bowing. "The men are eager to showcase their progress. We've achieved much since your last inspection."

Constantine's gaze swept the courtyard. "Show me."

Andreas led them to a training field where pike infantry drilled in tight formations. "We now have two units of 600 seasoned pike infantry each, trained and battle-tested. In addition, a unit of 600 newer recruits is progressing well. They may lack experience, but their enthusiasm and discipline are promising."

Constantine nodded, watching as the soldiers executed a coordinated advance, their pikes forming a near-impenetrable wall. They moved precisely, but he couldn't ignore the youth on many of their faces. These recruits might stand firm against the pikes today, but would they hold against the Ottoman onslaught? War demanded sacrifice, and the youngest always bore its cost first.

"And the Pyrvelos?" Constantine asked, turning to Elias.

Elias stepped forward, his hands calloused from years of labor, a flicker of pride in his eyes. "We currently have 140 Pyrvelos in service, my Despot. With the new craftsmen we've trained, production has nearly doubled. We can now produce up to 150 annually if resources hold steady." He glanced briefly at the rows of weapons. "It is satisfying work, my Despot, to see what once seemed impossible become routine."

"Good," Constantine replied. "But for now, I want you to prioritize Pyrvelos production over cannons. While cannons are invaluable, the Pyrvelos will prove more versatile in the field. They are lighter, easier to deploy, and can strike fear into Ottoman cavalry. Mobility will be key if we're forced into a prolonged campaign."

Elias inclined his head. "As you command, my Despot. The newer designs are more stable, and our methods have improved. They'll be ready for whatever comes."

Turning to Niketas, Constantine gestured to the storage buildings in the distance. "And what of our gunpowder supply?"

Niketas, a wiry man with sharp eyes, spoke with measured confidence, though his voice held a faint edge of caution. "We have a substantial stockpile, my Despot. Enough to arm the current forces and sustain us through a prolonged campaign. However, I would also recommend establishing a permanent production site at the Hexamilion Wall. Transporting gunpowder is always a risk—one spark, and..." He hesitated before continuing. "Better to minimize that risk, if we can."

Constantine's brow furrowed in thought. "A sound idea. With proper facilities, we could produce and store powder closer to the front lines, reducing delays during wartime. Begin drafting plans for such a facility. We'll ensure Hexamilion is not only a bastion of defense but also a supply hub."

Andreas gestured toward the artillery lined up at the far end of the courtyard. "We now have twelve field cannons ready for deployment, with several more to be sent to Hexamilion. Additionally, equipment is prepared to arm another 1,500 conscripted pike infantry if needed."