Chapter 1236 Section 158 Showdown

Chapter 1236 Chapter 158. Showdown

"How much? No!"

Annan shook his head like a rattle: "Do you think I look like these things?"

"Then I reject Generalissimo Galkin?"

"That's too unkind." Annan also refused, "And I didn't say I wouldn't give it. I just can't give it that much."

The amount given depends on the daily output of the industrial zone.

"Ask Joan to send a heavy-duty Wanma to the front line... and also send a few reporters there."

The filmed content can be used for promotion and advertising, which presumably can alleviate the dilemma of not being able to sell the magic series of weapons.

After the liaison officer left, Olmedo asked Annan: "Do you think the Dimon Kingdom can sustain it?"

"It doesn't matter what I say."

"Indeed, it depends on the fighting will of the Kingdom of Dimon."

"Actually, it doesn't matter what the Kingdom of Dimon says."

Olmedo looked up, and Annan shrugged: "The rat man and the devil have the final say."

The Kingdom of Dimon is indeed powerful. The disastrous defeat the year before last year did not damage it. The high-end combat power led by Legend has not been betrayed. The overall strength is still stronger than the Kingdom of Ruikan when Crowe first took office.

But it depends on who the enemy is...

The Skaven and the Demons rested in the North for three years. If they get serious, they can capture the entire kingdom in three days.

The situation in the Kingdom of Dimon is not optimistic, because once the Rat-Man-Demon Alliance hits a wall with the Empire, they are likely to turn to them to cause trouble...or turn around and trample the cotton pile in Annan in the southwest.

But if the Rat-Man-Demon Alliance didn't run into a wall with the Empire... then they would be in big trouble.

On November 7, which was also the fifth day that the Northern Resistance Army resisted the rat tide in the Fenris Pass, Annan met Grand Marshal Galkin through the portal.

He was still so fat that he couldn't fit into a sofa.

Annan smiled enthusiastically, but before he could speak, Marshal Galkin stopped him and asked, "Where is my orichalcum fire gun?"

"Uh... out of stock."

"Then do it!"

"It can't be done. There is no money in Liberty City. Let's look at the magic guns and magic artillery here..."

"Will the kingdom send you money?"

Marshal Galkin smiled half-heartedly, as if he knew something.

"The kingdom doesn't owe me money, but I owe Wilhelm money..." Annan said helplessly: "You wouldn't think that the name 'Orichalcum Fire Gun' was a joke..."

The orichalcum fire gun is a barrel made of real orichalcum. It is a typical product of "pursuing power regardless of cost".

"That's your business. I just want my orichalcum fire gun."

Marshal Galkin acted like a rogue and would not give up until he achieved his goal.

In addition to being helpless, Annan was also a little happy - someone finally appreciated the value of magic weapons.

"How about I give you some more magic artillery? Besides, the orichalcum gun used to fight the rat tide is a bit wasteful. I will give you... and sell you another orichalcum artillery and ten solid cannonballs. The ratmen will beat them without making a sound."

Marshal Galkin said loudly: "Give me a thousand rounds."

"How can anyone bargain a hundred times the price?"

"Then how much can you give?"

"There aren't that many artillery shells. At most, a hundred cannon shells will be sent over first."

"Not enough, one hundred shots a day."

"I'll try..."

Why hadn't he noticed that Marshal Galkin was so greedy before?

But everything is to protect the kingdom, Annan understands and supports it.

He took the initiative to change the subject: "Can the border still hold up?"

"Wouldn't you be happier if I couldn't hold on?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about. By the way, do you still want the magic gun?"

Annan was already ready to bargain with Marshal Galkin, but he didn't expect him to snort coldly: "Boy, you don't think that by hiding behind and giving away some worthless things, you can justifiably take over the kingdom's property, do you?"

"You know everything..."

Being exposed on the spot, Marshal Galkin thought Annan would be embarrassed. The clinker Annan did not feel a trace of embarrassment, but shook his head seriously: "If I didn't say that, how could the city support me and support you unconditionally?"

Marshal Galkin was stunned, looking into those eyes that were as clear as black gems and without a trace of impurities, and was speechless for a moment.

"The eldest prince told me that the front line is most in need of food and healing magic scrolls."

Marshal Galkin was noncommittal and did not conceal the true situation: "The food in the pass is enough to last three days."

"I know, I'll have people deliver food from Liberty City later. As for the magic scrolls...the mages in the Mage Tower are idle, so let's give them a hard time first."

Marshal Galkin shook his cheeks with a smile: "There are not enough people at the pass. You'd better make bread and broth and send it over."

"No problem." Annan responded.

The portal disappeared in front of his eyes. Marshal Galkin waved his hand and asked someone to take the heavy Wanma away and take good care of it.

He didn't say it on the surface, and was even a little unhappy, but he had to admit...it felt good to have an ally who was fully helping behind...

When no one was around, Grand Marshal Galkin suddenly laughed and cursed: "Damn warlock's trick."

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On the other side, Annan asked the people below to prepare what Marshal Galkin needed. As for himself——

"I have to think about Liberty City's next strategic plan..."

Annan was serious. Because as the requests for help from the Principality of Keating were sent to all the countries that were friendly with them, Minister Fronning left the Free City to seek help everywhere. In the intelligence that Gale gave him, the McKeon ratmen were actually out in full force. He realized that the ratmen were no longer "small fights" like last year.

They really wanted to nibble away at Middle-earth.

If the Kingdom of Dimon and the surrounding areas of the Principality of Keating were lost one after another, this war might turn into a turmoil that swept across Middle-earth.

"Lossi, call Fermi over."

Soon, Lossi brought Fermi. Annan told him to find a hundred elite musketeers from the Hellfire. They will be sent to Fenris Pass, but not to fight the ratmen, but to help the Northern Resistance Corps train musketeers.

"Leave it to me!"

Fermi left the third floor with a powerful step, leaving Lossi looking at Annan sadly.

"Don't look at me like that. The duty of your Guards Corps is to protect Liberty City."

"It doesn't matter if Liberty City has one more or one less of us..."

"Then let me ask you, is your Guards Corps' shooting as accurate as the Hellfire Corps?"

"Mumble, mumble, mumble..."

"What did you say?"

"I said it's because you are partial to them and gave them all the chances. We can't get any of your love at all..."

Outside the lounge, the head maid Abby, who came in with a hot drink, turned around and was about to leave.

"Come back."

The head maid Abby walked in obediently, looking at Annan with sparkling eyes.

"Abby, do you think the Guards Corps is useful to Liberty City?"

"Hmm..."

Seeing Losey blinking at her frantically, Abby suddenly realized and gave Losey a look that showed understanding.

"Of course... it's very useful!"

"Oh no..." Losey hugged his head in pain.