Blackstone Code

After the observers at the tank factory fed back first-hand information from the battlefield to the factory, the designers suddenly discovered that self-propelled artillery actually had no significance in fighting positional warfare.

The reason is simple. If you are just fighting positional warfare, artillery is enough to cope with most scenes, and the existence of self-propelled artillery is of little significance.

The soldiers also reported some situations. They believe that if these self-propelled artillery can play a role of demolition and bunker during ground advancement, the soldiers will be very satisfied as long as these two points can be met.

Designers focused on feedback from the front line, and engineers at the Tank Design Institute quickly designed a new self-propelled gun, which reduced the caliber of the main gun and set the turret to be fully enclosed.

The armor of the overall body has also been reinforced to varying degrees, including the redesign of the wheels.

The purpose now is simple, to make changes based on the actual situation on the battlefield, rather than the designers relying on their own brilliant brains.

After the new prototype was produced, Mr. Wardrick also used his connections to find some people from the military to do the testing. Most people's feedback was good, and of course some people made some suggestions.

For example, when facing some special terrain, self-propelled artillery will be restricted. In short, the design is constantly modified.

It was only now that the soldiers, who had paid a hefty premium for the tests, thought there was no problem that Mr. Wardrick brought Lynch in.

He has done everything that can be done in the laboratory and testing ground, and the only thing left is actual actual combat.

"Marillo is in full swing right now, so I want to..." Mr. Wardrick manipulated the knife and fork gracefully, cutting a piece of beef from the steak, "... drag our machine to the front line. Try it."

He wrapped his mouth around the beef nuggets in front of the silver fork and chewed them carefully.

It is also interesting to say that this beef is obviously fried and fully cooked, but its texture is not like the beef that ordinary people eat, which will become dry, woody, and hard after frying!

This is because beef is derived from veal, and there is a lot of fat in the texture of the beef, which makes the beef taste very good and very fragrant.

Lynch thought for a while, nodded in agreement, "I have no reason to object, we can strengthen the Sanchez line..."

"The person who cooperated with us first?" Mr. Wardrick had heard of Sanchez. As the first Marillo to cooperate with the Federation, he was somewhat famous in a certain level of society.

If nothing else happens, he can actively cooperate with a series of initiatives by the federal government. After the federal people help the Marillo people achieve a fair, free and open social environment, it is possible that Sanchez will become a prominent figure on the table.

Just like in Nagaril at this time, those local ruling classes who are willing to cooperate with the federal government and the joint development company have almost all achieved unprecedented success!

Most of them have acquired federal status, joined this big family of freedom, equality and fairness, and contributed to building world peace.

The world will naturally give them something back, such as wealth, status, symbols, etc.

Sanchez's identity and bloodline are pure and he is a good guy.

Mr. Wardrick must not have known that the Sanchez he imagined was now being eaten by some superficial insects three feet below. A new "Sanchez" who was willing to cooperate more deeply with the federal government had emerged.

No matter who this Sanchez was before or what his name was, he is now Sanchez, the Sanchez that the federal people know and recognize.

Lynch picked up the napkin and touched his lips. "There was a small accident over there, but it was just a small accident. We have eliminated this part of the problem so far, and we do need Sanchez to show some strength."

"There is a mid-level warlord to the north of his location. It just so happens that I have something to experiment with here, so I chose it!"

Mr. Wardrick was a little curious, "A new plane?"

Lynch shook his head, "No, a new system!"

The opinions submitted by the two men to the Ministry of Defense and the military were quickly approved. The Ministry of Defense was very interested in the "strong guarantee that the Army will defeat the enemy" proposed in Mr. Wardrick's letter.

Gaevra's international status has been much lower than before, and the status of the Federation has been highlighted. This is a good thing, but it is also a bad thing. Although it is not good, it is not necessarily a bad thing.

The evil alliance headed by Pengeo will inevitably target the Federation as its main target in the next war.

The federal military has strong confidence in the navy and air force, but it is still lacking in the army.

It turns out that the Federation's army is indeed a bit... not quite consistent with the strength of the Federation's international status, which was particularly obvious in the battle against Marillo.

If it hadn't taken advantage of military equipment and used technology to crush its opponents, the federal army might have suffered greater losses than imagined!

This is unacceptable!

Therefore, the Ministry of National Defense heard that a new tank specially prepared for the army was going to be put into actual war trials, and immediately approved the two people's plan.

Coupled with attempts such as airborne and airdropped supplies, this application was approved with almost no obstacles.

People will not be surprised by anything happening in Marillo now, and they have no intention of caring about what is happening in Marillo.

Paying attention to them means that it is possible to offend the federation. The federation, which used to be submissive, has been developing for several years, especially the radical policies implemented after the Progressive Party came to power. The entire country has suddenly become full of aggression.

In such a complex environment, who cares if a small country is invaded?

What's more, the Federation didn't really invade, it was just that Blackstone Security received new military orders, and this was their business.

The newly appointed "Sanchez" is Sanchez's former adjutant. He has been following him for a long time. He has been serving their father and son since Sanchez's father was not assassinated.

After Sanchez died accidentally, he first stood up and expressed his responsibility and courage to inherit Sanchez's legacy, and was willing to contribute his own strength to the realization of Marillo's peace cause.

To the Outlander, he was Sanchez.

Here, he is still a major.

When he saw twelve self-propelled artillery pieces with unique shapes, he could not help but sigh again at the degree of development of the federal industry.

He still didn't understand whether Sanchez had his brain kicked by a donkey and actually wanted to fight against the Federation.

Just the gap between the industries of the two sides left Marillo with no hope at all, even a little bit!

So far, Mariro does not have an assembly line that can quickly produce bullets. They are still using old manual methods to make bullets.

What's even worse is that the raw materials for bullets, especially the cartridge cases and primers, are all imported and they cannot produce them themselves.

Why should such a country fight against the federal people who have already set their sights here?

He looked at the rumbling chariots and swallowed.

The liaison officer found this "Colonel Sanchez" with a smile, and he simply explained the situation, "Later, you will send a plain text telegram to the whole country. The content is that you heard that the people of the northern... city are under... the warlord's control. Even survival has become a luxury under the brutal rule, so you ask this warlord to immediately disband his armed forces."

The major's eyes widened, "He will not disband his armed forces unless he no longer wants to live!"

He knew that the warlord the liaison officer was talking about was almost eighty kilometers away from where they were standing now, and was the other party's territory.

He controls three cities and is already considered a powerful mid-level warlord.

With further development, maybe in a few years there will be the slightest possibility of becoming a great warlord.

After the chaos in the capital, the entire Marillo is now in chaos. Many warlords died in the explosion, and the warlord forces have undergone a reshuffle.

Now is an opportunity for many small and medium-sized warlords.

But this opportunity does not include disbanding one's own power.

As a warlord, you are bound to be brutal, and eliminating dissidents is a common characteristic of almost all warlords.

Some dissidents will disguise themselves and blend into the forces of warlords in order to avoid being eliminated.

While the warlords still hold power, nothing much happens, but once they give up power, danger looms.

So the major knew that no matter how nice he said or how threatening he was, those people would not disband their armed forces.

The liaison officer nodded, "Look, doesn't this just give us an opportunity to attack him?"

"We have to help those who were persecuted by him escape from his cruel control. This is your mission, Major..."

The liaison officer seemed to have thought of something. He took out a federal colonel's epaulette from his pocket, tore off the major's original one and hung up the new one. "It should be said to be a colonel!"

The colonel knew very well that he had no room for resistance, and he also had a new understanding of the shamelessness of the federal people. Then he sent a clear telegram to the entire territory as the liaison officer said, and then received countless abuses in exchange.

Some called him a federal dog, some called him digging his own grave, but no one praised him, which made him very angry.

Later, Colonel Sang generated electricity again. In order to promote the cause of peace in Marillo, he will send his army north to liberate the people of Marillo who were persecuted by their authoritarian neighbors!

So damn great!

Then the son of Bergao, the former president of the central government, sent a telegram, hoping that Colonel Sang could control his emotions and avoid letting the war spread. But these words were like farts and quickly dissipated in the air. Not only did they leave no sound, Even the taste is gone.

After dinner in the evening, the local soldiers and Blackstone Security soldiers set off...