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"Reclamation?"

Speaker Harold held the wine glass and asked with a leisurely chuckle: "I'm curious, why do you have such an idea?"

In fact, he had known that Anson was planning this for a long time. As early as the morning before yesterday, his nephew Boney told him exactly how Anson visited the farm. He even knew that Anson visited a total of six different types of buildings in the past two days. farm, and surveyed all the wasteland relatively close to Beluga Port.

But it was precisely because of the knowledge that Harold had to act more curious and surprised, otherwise it would be easy for the other party to misunderstand that he was secretly monitoring his every move - although in fact there was no misunderstanding.

"Because there are six thousand Stormtroopers." Anson smiled helplessly.

Two-thirds of the farms in Beluga Harbor are related to the Speaker. It is impossible for him not to know what he has been doing outside in the past two days; but since the other party intends to act stupid, Anson does not mind cooperating. Acting.

"The entire Beluga Port has a population of only 40,000, and the entire Ice Dragon Fjord only has a population of 100,000. With such a large population, coupled with the cultivated land area and output per acre, it is almost impossible not to have problems once we have to bear the military supply of the Storm Division; therefore, I plan to Establish some new farms to relieve local pressure through self-sufficiency," Anson explained.

"You are indeed a benevolent officer - the ring of order is above. This is the first time in my life that I have heard from a soldier that he wants to reduce the burden on the people!"

Speaker Harold praised without hesitation, but then changed the subject: "But you don't have to do this at all, because Beluga Port is fully capable of bearing all the military supplies of the Storm Division!"

"In fact, we have already done calculations and considerations in this regard before you came; we came to the conclusion that the grain reserves and annual increases in Ice Dragon Fjord are enough to stabilize grain prices without cutting supply. Next, supply 10,000 retired soldiers for eight to ten years!"

"It is my fault as the Speaker that I failed to tell you such important information as soon as possible. If possible, please accept my most sincere apology."

"No, you don't need to apologize at all."

Before the other party could bow and salute, Anson immediately stepped forward and held Harold's shoulders: "Because I have made up my mind to establish a reclamation farm near Beluga Harbor no matter what."

"Why?"

Harold quickly glanced at the palm pressed on his shoulder, and under the surprised expression was a sharp look in the corner of his eyes.

"Because it's not just about logistics."

Anson took half a step forward and deliberately lowered his voice: "As you have always known, in fact, Ice Dragon Fjord...including all Clovis' colonies have been squeezed and threatened by the empire, and the most important thing for this new world is They have been coveting this important port for a long time.”

"Before departure, I received a very important piece of information. The empire is deploying troops from Edland and is preparing to send an additional fully armed army to the colony, plus no less than eight thousand soldiers!"

"Huh?!" Harold looked stunned.

It wasn't that he suspected that Anson was lying. In a sense, he was even willing to believe that what the other party said was true - otherwise, why would the empire spend a lot of manpower and material resources to send an army of thousands to the colonies.

"But what does that have to do with your intention to build a farm?"

"They are a crucial step in my entire plan." Anson said seriously:

"Moby-Dick Harbor is a port, which means that the enemy can launch attacks from the sea and land at the same time; no matter how impregnable she is, it is impossible to face two enemy forces at the same time."

"I once heard the fleet commander who came with us, Colonel William Cecil, mention the 'Northport Riot' incident in the ninety-fifth year of the Saint's Calendar. At that time, the empire used this method to completely blockade Northport, causing the city to The great city was left alone and nearly burned to the ground in a riot!"

"So I came to a conclusion, that is, if you want to protect a port, you must avoid being attacked by land and sea. You must take the initiative and defeat one of the enemy groups first, so that you can have a stable rear when one side is blocked."

"At sea, we have the invincible Royal Navy; but on land, if the army wants to leave the country and fight, it needs stable logistics support; this support is not just various supplies, but also convenient roads for rest and recuperation. And the fortress to store supplies, and the farms I plan to let the army build..."

"It's the bridgehead during the attack?!" Harold blurted out.

"What you said is absolutely correct!" Anson praised matter-of-factly:

"These farms that will be connected by roads will not only provide some logistical support for the army, but will also become an absolute barrier to Beluga Harbor when the war breaks out. Even if the war fails, as long as the barrier has not been breached, Beluga Harbor will still be inaccessible. Yu."

"I see."

Speaker Harold opened his mouth wide and sighed with surprise in his eyes: "With all due respect... Colonel Anson Bach, as an officer, you are really careful and cautious that is completely inconsistent with your age - I guess this Is that why the king sent you to the colony?"

No, they just want to find someone to clean up the mess, or to take the blame for them when the situation is irreversible... Anson smiled:

"You are so flattering. It was only after I saw the colonial farms with my own eyes that I thought they could be more useful - in this regard, your dear nephew Boney gave me a lot of inspiration."

Yes, these "fortress farms" connected by roads can not only serve as bridgeheads and barriers to the entire colony, but can also use stronghold radiation to strengthen Anson's control over the entire colony - this is Anson's true purpose.

Speaker Harold's influence comes from the relationship between Moby Dick Port and all the stronghold farms in the entire Ice Dragon Fjord. As long as he maintains control over these farms, he can truly weaken the power he has in his hands. A bargaining chip.

"It was his honor."

The humble Harold smiled, and then suddenly his eyes lit up: "That's right! I thought of a good way that can save you a lot of money and time on this matter!"

"Oh?" Anson pretended to be curious.

"You don't need to build a new farm at all, you just need to make use of the existing farm!" Harold said with a smile:

"Transform all the farms in Beluga Port... no, the entire Ice Dragon Fjord into small fortresses with strong fortifications that can accommodate the army; compile all the villagers in the farms into the list of the garrison and organize them After a certain degree of military training, suitable candidates are selected from the villagers and appointed as local military governors.”

"We only need to pay a very small price to have hundreds of fortresses and thousands of troops throughout the Ice Dragon Fjord - so that even if the Empire dares to invade the colony, they will not be able to eat them all. !”

Well, in the next step, these farms that have obtained weapons and "castles" will definitely not be satisfied with the status quo, and will become feudal "lords" at an alarming rate, and the entire colony will become a "kingdom" composed of countless small lords.

In order not to be annexed by the garrison, they need to find a suitable spokesperson in Beluga Port and form a huge alliance that can compete with the garrison and even the mainland.

Of course, this spokesperson must be firm enough in his stance, but at the same time know how to compromise, and be good at maintaining a balance between the two forces... Finally, he must be very reliable.

Speaker Harold has always considered himself a very reliable person.

"You don't need to personally worry about this matter, the garrison commander... You only need to provide some weapons and give them the identity of the garrison. The rest of the complex work can be left to the Beluga Port Council." Speaker Harold looked very enthusiastic:

"Including your plan to build a factory, since they are already your subordinates, it is their duty to serve the garrison commander. It is easy to fully mobilize the manpower of the entire colony."

"I can even assure you that the garrison does not need to spend half a copper for this matter; under my operation, this policy of 'hiding troops from the people' can even provide you with an extra income!"

"So...what do you think?"

After saying that, Harold, who was holding the wine glass, looked at Anson sincerely, and his right hand kept clinking the glasses in celebration.

But Anson didn't answer.

Obviously, this should be Harold's wishful thinking.

If they agree, then the White Whale Port Council will have an army composed of thousands of militiamen and hundreds of fortresses; it is of course impossible for this force to confront the garrison head-on, but it is an important negotiation chips.

If they can protect themselves, what else do they need from the garrison?

But if Anson refuses, Harold can use this as an excuse to unite Beluga Port and even the entire Ice Dragon Fjord more closely around him to deal with the "full malice" from the garrison commander.

No matter how he answered, his goal was achieved - to unite the entire colony and force Anson to work through him and the White Whale Harbor Council behind him instead of cooperating with other forces alone.

unless……

"This is absolutely not okay!"

Just as Harold said nothing, quietly and even somewhat proudly waiting for Anson's reply, a powerful voice suddenly exploded in the hall.

Whether it was the congressmen in formal attire or the navy and army officers in military uniforms, the guests present looked sideways, and the eyes of the entire hall instantly converged in the same direction.

Bishop Ripper, who was also wearing a black windbreaker and a bowler hat, suddenly shouted in the crowd, leaning on a slender cane, and glared at Speaker Harold.

"Da, da, da, da..."

Suddenly there was a dead silence in the parliament hall, echoing with the rapid footsteps of the Lord Bishop and the echo of the tip of his cane hitting the floor tiles, as he impatiently walked towards the three people who were talking.

"Colonel Anson Bach, Miss Thalia, and Chancellor Harold...I don't know what you were discussing just now, but no matter what, the power to form an army and build fortresses must not be given to farms across the colonies!"

Under everyone's gaze, the indignant Bishop stepped forward and said excitedly without even saluting the three: "I agree to form a colonial militia army, and I agree that the protection of each farm should be strengthened. work, but this is absolutely not the responsibility of the farm itself, that’s for sure!”

"Oh, why is that?"

Before Harold's expression changed, Anson blocked him behind him and asked in confusion: "I think this is a very good plan!"

"That's because you only see the advantages of this matter, but don't realize the price it requires!" Bishop Ripper said solemnly:

"The colonists already own their own land. Once they are allowed to have their own army, the most direct consequence will be that the entire colony will be divided!"

"Split?!"

Anson was "shocked" and deliberately asked loudly: "How is this possible?!"

"Of course this is possible!" The bishop said sadly:

"Allowing all the farms to have their own troops seems to give them the power to protect themselves, but it also means telling them that they must protect themselves; this will inevitably create rifts between the farms; and these were originally The military used to protect themselves is also very likely to be used by those with ill intentions to become a tool for annexation and annexation of each other!"

"Annexation..." Anson's voice was trembling:

"Bishop Ripper, you just made a very serious accusation. Do you have any evidence?"

"Of course!" The bishop raised his head and pointed his index finger at the vault of the hall with his raised right hand:

"The evidence...is the entire world of order!"

"Six of the seven knights swore allegiance to the Dragon Knight and will always protect the safety of the Hered family. Have their descendants always done this?"

"The vassals of the knights received the land and the power to recruit knights from their lord, and promised to always be loyal to their lords. Didn't they break their oath?!"

"Wealth, force, land... secular power can never be completely trusted. If you want to maintain peace and unity, you must separate these powers and concentrate all the power instead of letting them fall apart!"

"What's more, protecting the colony is the mission of the garrison... Colonel Anson Bach, this is your mission! How can you pass such an important responsibility to those who need your protection and let them protect themselves?!"

"This is a very serious dereliction of duty. It is a manifestation of your failure to shoulder your responsibilities and obligations; you... you should be ashamed of your thoughts!" Bishop Ripper glared at Anson and said sternly:

"I ask you, now! Immediately! Apologize to everyone present...!"

There was dead silence in the hall.

After a long time, the silent Anson slowly raised his head and looked at Riper, who was glaring at him with a solemn expression:

"Master Bishop, you..."

"...That's right."

Harold's face suddenly darkened.