The "Mudslide" of the Uprising World (Part 2)

Brzezina soon arrived at the entrance of a weapons shop with a crowd of people. With the city in such chaos, this should have been the best time of year for business.

But the customers spotted the large group approaching from far away and scattered like startled birds and beasts. The shopkeeper hurried to shut the door and hide from these harbingers of doom, but the young man at the head of the group took three steps in two and stopped him.

"Sir, are you Polish?"

The weapons shop owner shook his head so violently he nearly rattled it off, then nodded frantically over and over.

Brzezina felt a little helpless, but put on a crafty smile and asked,

"Do you love your country?"

"I do! I'm Polish, and I love Poland!" The shopkeeper hurriedly tried to prove his innocence. Brzezina nodded in satisfaction and continued,

"Patriot, the territory of our great motherland, Poland, is being trampled underfoot by three evil nations: Russia, Prussia, and Austria. Shouldn't you do something for your motherland?"

"I..." The weapons shop owner looked at the spirited young man before him and the group of lads behind him, and managed a smile more miserable than a sob.

"I'm willing."

"Excellent! Patriot, thank you for your support! You truly understand the bigger picture and know what's at stake. I thank you on behalf of Poland.

"Brothers, haul out the weapons and arm more people. For Poland!"

"For Poland!"

A group of soldiers from the New Kraków City Defense Force charged into the weapons shop. They smashed open the glass cases where the weapons had been locked away, and more people poured into the shop and its basement to search.

Before long, they had cleaned the place out completely. Even the old matchlock guns and cleavers were