Reserve for the Thirty-Seventh War
"Khan... This made that rude guy leave?" After Stryd exited the hall, the minister in the robe looked at Nicholas Weiss and asked.
No one could be so rude in front of the Khan and leave alive. Those brave generals from the grassland who were shocked by the rifle, all looked over at this moment, just waiting for the order of the Khan, they rushed out and slashed Stry. Germany.
Nicholas Weiss waved his hand and said, "Someone! Drag the body out for me... Let's wait for a while and see. Don't go south to loot North Hanhai County for now."
"Did we just give in like this? Sweaty?" The robe minister frowned and asked unwillingly.
"Forget it? Forget it, it's actually nothing special." Nicholas Weiss snorted coldly, then looked at his confidant minister and asked: "Who do we have the most hatred with? Arrant? No, our grassland empire , has the greatest hatred with the Holy Demon Empire."
"Back then, our ancestors, 300,000 armored cavalrymen went south. What happened? The dragon knights of the Holy Demon Empire easily shattered our dream of becoming the master of Arrant." Nicholas slowly walked back to his throne and stretched out. Go out and stroke the wolf head carving on it.
He turned around, looked at his generals and civil servants, and continued to ask: "You all think we shouldn't give in, but I ask you, my warriors... We still have the courage to go south and conquer Arrant?"
After asking this question, the generals who were still clamoring that they could not let Alan Hill go, all lowered their heads.
The picture of the dragon spewing flames, rushing through the densely packed cavalry, was also painted on the four walls of this hall. How dare they forget the despair and fear that was deeply rooted in their bones and blood?
"Since we have surrendered, why can't we surrender one more time?" Nicholas sneered, his voice echoing throughout the hall: "If Alan Hill is willing to trade with us and provide us with the necessary materials for life, we will also What are you going to loot?"
"If they can't keep their promises, if we go south to grab it, will it delay much?" He sat back on his throne and said, "So we just wait, and wait for someone worthy of our trust. The emperor appears, or wait for a perfidious idiot to reveal his flaws."
"Your Majesty is wise!" The headed robe minister bent down and praised: "We just have to wait. If Arante is not stupid, he will definitely have a conflict with this Alan Hill, and the contradiction between them is irreconcilable. , and we only stand on the side of those who benefit us!"
"Your Majesty is wise!" All the generals and ministers bowed and praised loudly: "Long live the sweat!"
In this mountain of cheers, Nicholas Weiss narrowed his eyes. He knew that he was betting on whether Alan Hill really had the courage and strength to change the order of the world.
If Ailan Hill is really successful, he doesn't mind helping Ailan Hill and borrowing Ailan Hill's power to destroy the sworn enemy of the Prairie Empire, the Holy Demon Empire. If Ailan Hill fails, he doesn't mind continuing to loot south and go back to his old business in the Prairie Empire.
As for whether he will sit back and watch Alan Hill rise, he really doesn't care about this matter at all: this rising Alan Hill will definitely conflict with the Arlant Empire in the south, whoever is stronger or weaker, will naturally at that time. There is a difference.
The worst result is that Ailan Hill defeated Arland, then his grassland empire formed an alliance with Ailan Hill in advance, and there was no loss... This is the real trick of a monarch, and his decision must be to establish on the basis of maximizing profits.
Outside the hall, Strid, who did not look back, raised his chin and walked towards the inn with his entourage. He knew that this time he had completed the task, and the grassland empire could no longer threaten the north of Alan Hill.
Once the dumping starts, countless materials will pour into the grasslands, completely destroying the already fragile economy here. In the end, it will become a raw material supply base, providing wool and cotton for Ireland Hill, and there will be no more storms.
And the developed Ailan Hill, weapons and equipment will only get better and better, the 100,000 cavalry that the grassland empire is proud of, will only dissipate in the dust of history.
"Wait! We'll be back soon..." Stried remembered when he was in the woodworking shed to buy tables, chairs and benches, a knowing smile appeared on his face. At that time, he really never thought that he would become today and become a foreign minister.
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"Kill!" On the school grounds, thousands of soldiers who had just joined the army for a month were practicing assassination moves. Because of the tight time, their combat skills are trained together with skills such as queues.
Unlike the first time, this time because of the full preparation, every soldier was equipped with a training uniform and armed with an armed belt, which looked very heroic.
They were all wearing M42 steel helmets, standing under the scorching sun, sweating with training guns made of wood, stabbing forward again and again. Their tactical moves are very simple, with only three moves: block, stab and assassinate, which are coherent and easy to master.
Although many grass-roots commanders believe that the possibility of enemy melee attacks is very low after being equipped with rifles, the training session of fighting bayonet has been retained, and even more advanced at the suggestion of Modler. more reinforcement.
On the shooting training ground at the other end, soldiers who have been in the army for more than three months have to conduct shooting training every day—the empty gun is loaded and loaded a hundred times, and then the target is shot twice, with one bullet each time.
This is the best training condition that Chris can prepare for these recruits. The overtime production in the arsenal every day cannot meet the increasing demand for bullets.
Originally, it was a shooting training requirement of more than 1,000 people, and the daily consumption of ammunition was only 2,000 rounds. The daily supply of 2,000 rounds has been met since the production of bullets using assembly-line machinery.
But now, Ailan Hill has expanded the grenadier unit. Three entire regiments and 3,000 rifles are consuming bullets. If you count the cavalry regiment and the new infantry regiment that may be formed in the future, this is very important for the semi-automatic production of bullets. For the arsenal, it is a huge pressure.
According to the plan of Chris, Vagron and Wilkes and other generals, Ireland Hill should form 25 infantry regiments and more than 37,000 armed forces. To equip these 25 regiments, at least 500 cannons and 25,000 rifles are needed...
In addition, in order to deal with the threat of the Magic Empire, at least 10 anti-aircraft artillery regiments should be formed, and each infantry regiment should have enough anti-aircraft weapons and flat-firing large-caliber artillery...
In addition to the bullets consumed by training, there is also a need to stockpile bullets for use in a possible war. According to Chris' conservative estimate, he must have at least 10 million rounds of ammunition in reserve before going to war with the Arrant Empire to be considered insurance.
It is actually a very difficult thing to accumulate so many bullets while consuming them. What's more, these bullets are all real gold and silver. When they are produced and stacked in the warehouse, it is equivalent to squeezing so much money in vain - it makes people feel distressed.
If you use this money to develop industry and pile it up in other areas, you may get more benefits.
It's like playing a game. After the money is collected, whether to build soldiers or upgrade technology is a decision and a choice. Taking risks and upgrading technology can have the power of crushing in the later stage, but in the early stage, you will risk being killed by the opponent.
But blindly building troops will make the population and economy stereotyped in advance, and will delay his technological advantages to exert their advantages until later. Chris feels that no matter how he chooses, he is not very satisfied with himself.
What's even more depressing is that this number is an estimate based entirely on rifle consumption and does not take into account automatic weapons. If Chris were to equip his troops with weapons like machine guns a year from now, that number might have increased tenfold.
A full 100 million rounds or more of bullets, as well as tens of thousands of artillery shells, to guard against the Holy Demon Empire's Warcraft Cavalry and Dragon Knight's defensive artillery... The pressure on the arsenal is unprecedented, and the production plan has been changed again and again.
You must know that in a real large-scale battle, as the number of troops on both sides continues to increase, the consumption of ammunition will also become an astronomical figure. During World War II, hundreds of millions of bullets were consumed every day. During the Vietnam War, it took more than 5,000 bullets to eliminate one person.
If it goes on like this...even three years later, Chris doesn't have enough bullets to fight a war.
Because there is no guarantee that every unit has enough weapons and equipment, Chris can only pay more attention to traditional training. He had to let the troops train and fight a lot, so that these troops would have a certain combat capability after running out of ammunition and food.
Unfortunately, when fighting against the Arrant Empire and the Holy Demon Empire behind it, the only purpose of this type of training is to strengthen the soldiers. As for the actual effect, we all know that it does not exist.
Looking at the seriously trained soldiers on the school grounds, Chris still has no idea about the future battle with Arrant. His troops are too small, and it is troublesome to expand, which is really a headache.
What he lacks now is time, but there is no time for him to develop and grow steadily. After the current winter is over, a war is likely to break out next year.
"Kill!" A mighty voice called out on the school grounds again. Chris looked at these young faces expressionlessly, but he was thinking about the southward movement of the Arlant Empire.