One Thousand and Four Key

In short, he wanted that new type of fighter, and he even asked his staff to discuss the name of the new type of fighter.

He intends to select a few well-known good names first, and then present them to His Majesty the Emperor, so that His Majesty the Great Emperor can personally name this brand new super fighter of the Air Force!

"That group of guys in the Army said the same thing!" Castner complained helplessly: "You have to understand Your Majesty! Everyone asks His Majesty for money, and His Majesty's money is not blown by the wind! If you print money It can be printed casually, and working overtime to print money day and night is not enough for you to spend so much!"

"How can the army's weapons and equipment be as high-tech as our air force's?" Butolia said naturally as if I were a first-class nation.

"Don't tell me, you think that only your air force is experimenting with new fighter jets? The army is also stepping up efforts to improve the ultimate individual power armor... You must know the technical content of that thing..." Kastner explained.

"Isn't that just a bigger puppet?" Butoria smiled, as if I didn't believe it.

In fact, he also knows that the army's weapons have been updated very quickly recently, and the technical content of many new weapons and equipment is no worse than his air force.

However, after all, the "superior people" are used to it, and he and his air force are really not used to treating the army as a high-tech arm.

After all, it has been so many years that first-class people in the air force, second-class people in the army, and the navy are not human rules, and it has become an unwritten rule within the Alan Hill military.

"If you chat like that, I'll see you off!" Castner turned his teacup around and looked at Butoria with a half smile.

Butoria made a gesture of surrender: "Okay, okay! I don't want to mess around!"

"Hey, let me tell you, the army is clamoring to improve the ultimate individual power armor, and they have a lot of appetite!" Kastner pointed to a book of the army's proposal on the table, pretending to be serious.

Butoria poured himself another cup of bitter tea, taking advantage of Kastner. You know, no matter how Buddhist he is, Kastner is also a member of the royal family of the Alan Hill Empire who is extremely precious. The tea he drinks is not something that is commonly seen in the market.

Watching Butolia cattle drink his precious bitter tea, Kastner didn't feel bad either. Playing with the half cup of warm tea in front of him, waiting for Butoria's next words.

Didn't keep Castner waiting for a long time, but almost after Castner finished saying the words "I have a big appetite", Butoria asked: "Then you have to tell me how much money they asked for?" Bar?"

"40 billion! One point is not a lot!" Castner raised four fingers,

The expression on his face was full: How much? Scared one...

"Are you kidding? They will give you what they want?" Hearing this number, Butoria felt that his new fighter jet began to transform in front of his eyes.

The skin on its surface creaked and cracked, and then the skeleton inside gradually pieced together into a human form... At the end of the nightmare, the new fighter jet completed its transformation, and a giant puppet slowly stood up.

He doesn't want a damn puppet! Don't want any damn ultimate individual power armor! What he wants is a new fighter jet! A super fighter that can kill a squadron of F-15 fighters!

"Don't blame me for this, because General Genes of the Navy applied for a 20 billion shipbuilding plan a few days ago... The Army heard about it, so naturally they would not let me go." Kastner was innocent to defend himself.

"Then...why do those bastards in the navy ask for 20 billion in funding?" Butoria asked after hearing the navy's application.

In his impression, the status of the navy has never been considered high. That is to say, in the past two years, the size of the navy has also expanded, and the number of missions has also increased, and Genesis's status has only risen with the tide.

Unknowingly, the current navy has dozens of aircraft carriers, hundreds of destroyers, dozens of battleships and hundreds of artillery cruisers.

Speaking of this scale, the fleet in Genesis' hands can destroy a country! The Marine Corps can even leave the Army behind and conduct campaign-level operations on its own!

"Hey... General Butolia... The navy can get 20 billion appropriations from me, isn't it the fault of your Air Force's previous package purchase plan?" Kastner continued to explain.

He seemed to be digging a hole for Butoria. When he talked about the air force's package plan, his face was full of gloating expressions.

"..." Butoria just remembered that just three months ago, he personally applied for a special package procurement plan for weapons worth 60 billion Irish Hill gold coins for the Air Force.

The entire plan includes 100 B-52 improved bombers equipped with new equipment, refurbishment of 70 existing B-52 bombers, procurement of 120 F-15 fighter jets, and procurement of 40 A-10 attack aircraft...

Anyway, in order to buy these rags... well, these are not rags, they are also good things that the Air Force urgently needs... Anyway, for these weapons and equipment, Butoria has spent a lot of thought.

Now that Castner has come up with such an excuse, Butoria can only hold his nose to admit it—he has no choice but to deny it. Recently, the Air Force has indeed applied for a large sum of gold coins, with the purpose of improving the Air Force's strategy. strike ability.

The newly purchased B-52 bomber has been produced in the workshop, and at the same time, the F-15 fighter jet, which was once the treasure of the Air Force, has started.

Why add the word once? Because now the treasure in the mind of the commander-in-chief of the Air Force has almost been replaced by a "new fighter".

"You'd better wait..." Kastner said seeing Butoria's reluctance to leave.

"What are you waiting for? The pilots on the front line are bleeding! They are sacrificing!" Butoria emphasized.

"Stop making trouble... There are only 3 of your planes shot down this month! And they are all attack planes, which were shot down by magic on the ground..." Kastner complained.

To be honest, the air force of the Alan Hill Empire is already far ahead of their opponents, so there is really no urgent need for new weapons.

As early as two or three years ago, when the F-15 fighter jet had just completed its test flight and was preparing to equip troops on a large scale, Chris had already ordered people to distribute the relevant technologies and some drawings of the F-22 to the relevant design departments.

However, the F-22 project was cancelled, because the air force's enemy's combat effectiveness was getting weaker and weaker. Until today, after the new fighter jets slaughtered the entire imaginary enemy squadron, the topic of air force weapon updates has once again risen.

The enemy is too weak, and the air force often ends the battle with a proud record of zero casualties, so the high-level investment in the air force has gradually become stingy.

After all, the opponent only has tricycles, and the Elland Hill Air Force has already driven the Wuling Shensha... At this time, crying and shouting to compete with the opponent's tricycle with a Lamborghini, the high-level officials are definitely not willing to pay.

"Then if a new plane is used...won't there be no loss of one?" Butolia found that his tea cup was empty and didn't bother to refill it, so he continued.

"You only want airplanes... Where are the pilots? Where are the pilots?" Kastner reminded.

"Our air force still lacks pilots?" Butolia was taken aback, thinking of something for a moment, but couldn't grasp the clue for a while.

Kastner continued to remind him: "You have many pilots, but what you need is a pilot like Weiss!"

"Wes..." At the mention of this name, Butoria suddenly realized, and only then did he realize where the crux of the problem lies.

As the commander-in-chief of the Air Force, Butoria could not possibly know every pilot under his command. But he still has an impression of this Wes.

After all, among the pilots under him, there are not many monsters who have undergone body enhancement experiments.

Seeing that Butoria didn't speak, Kastner proudly showed off his wisdom: "Look! Look! Have you finally figured out the truth?"

While pointing at Butoria with his hand, he said, "You! Find a group of qualified pilots first!"

"I understand!" Butoria was not pretentious, stood up and gave a military salute, and then walked out of Kastner's office with his hat between his hands.

Kastner rubbed the bridge of his nose, heaved a sigh of relief, and said to himself: "I really envy you, young man... how nice!"

Butoria walked out of Kastner's office, squinted his eyes and looked up at the warm sun in the sky—the enhanced experiment...it's hard to find.

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"Ah!" Sitting in a jeep, Burrison sneezed loudly. He rubbed his nose, and looked at the huge armored vehicles walking in the same direction as him.

He was ordered to hastily end his vacation, and then lead the troops to move forward according to the plan.

He only enjoyed 20 days of good life in Burkeland, and this mission is also related to Burkeland.

Just a few hours ago, he received an order from the regiment headquarters, ordering him and his troops to search in the northeast direction and cover the Burkeland Fortress to reach the designated location.

After receiving this order, Burrison immediately set off with his heavy armored grenadier battalion. There is no demolition team in the Demon Realm. Wherever Burkeland went, bulldozing a village or even a small town was actually as easy as pie.

"The tank unit is on our left...and encountered the demon defenders...the two sides are fighting fiercely." In the earphones, there was a message from the regiment headquarters.

"Shall I let Yilian go to support?" Borisen asked his regiment leader while holding the headset.

Inside the headset, the head's voice was very crisp: "Our mission is to protect Bulkeland...send it to the designated location as soon as possible, so as not to cause complications."

"Okay! Listen to you, head." Burrison released the switch on the headset, and made a gesture to the advancing convoy.