I will be crowned king

"Anson Bach...Brigadier General?!"

The little maid Angelica opened her mouth in shock, and her jewel-like crystal clear eyes bulged as if they were about to fall out: "Here is the ring of order... This is a lie!"

"Either it's true, or my father is lying."

Although it had been a while, the afterglow of extreme fright still remained in Sophia's eyes, which was no better than that of the little maid: "Father never lies, so this matter is absolutely true."

"Anson Bach, this bastard is going to be a brigadier general!"

The fast-moving four-wheeled carriage swayed slightly as the wheels turned, but the two people in the carriage, whose thoughts were already flying to the sky, were completely unaware of it, and their attention was no longer on the seat beneath them.

"But even if it's true, this is surprising." Angelica couldn't help but twitch her throat, like a frightened rabbit:

"If I remember correctly, he seems to be only twenty-four years old this year. A twenty-four-year-old brigadier general...Since Clovis implemented the military rank system, I can count such young brigadiers on one hand..."

"It's not that exaggerated."

Sophia snorted coldly, with a slightly ugly look on her face: "Not counting heirs, if members of the royal family in the past generations wanted to serve as army commanders, brigadier generals were just starting out, and it was not uncommon for them to be directly awarded the title of marshal... There are also several wealthy families in the royal capital, It is not uncommon for someone to be appointed brigadier general at a young age."

"Of course, there are only a handful of people like him who start out as captains and can be promoted to brigadier general within two years."

The Franz family was not a military family, but even if she only knew a little about it, she understood that for the second son of a small nobleman like Anson, who was born in the countryside, mid-level officers were the best destination for them, and they could reach the sky by becoming a general.

After all, there are only so many armies. After excluding the royal family, wealthy families and a bunch of old generals, there are very few "holes" left for newcomers - even the top nobleman, if he is purely illiterate, has no chance.

It does sound funny, but it is true; what's more, Anson has long been hated by everyone in the army, so how could anyone be willing to nominate him for a medal?

Thinking of someone's notoriety within the army, Sophia couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly: It was probably because of Han Tushi's exaggerated military exploits, coupled with her sparing no effort in publicity, that Ludwig, who was even on the Western Front battlefield, had Even my brother would occasionally hear about it.

Tabloid God of War... This is quite polite, because the Stormtrooper first became popular because of Léon Francois's "The Battle of Eagle Point". After that, he also held several charity sales, similar to "Diary of the Famous General", “The Crowdfunding Legion”… and even more malicious nicknames are common.

The only explanation must be that something of great impact happened in the New World, so the Privy Council and Carlos II had to confer a title on Anson Bach even if they had to offend the army.

Sophia instinctively raised her head and looked at her little maid meaningfully.

"No! Absolutely not!" Angelica was excited and shook her head quickly to show her loyalty:

"I handed all the letters from the New World directly to you without even looking at them. Absolutely, absolutely...I definitely did not withhold any letter and secretly give it to the master!"

"Of course I know this, I just have some doubts." Sophia wrote lightly, indicating to the little maid not to be nervous:

"It's just that if there are no accidents, that means that bastard Anson Bach hasn't written even a letter to me for at least two months."

"Could something happen in Ice Dragon Fjord?"

The little maid tried angrily: "It just so happens that Colonel William Cecil is coming to Clovis City soon. You can use the name of the Franz family to privately invite him to your home to learn about the new world before the ceremony." Condition?"

"Of course." Sophia nodded slightly, her face gradually becoming serious:

"The situation in the new world must be clarified as soon as possible, and I even suspect that my father may not have told the complete truth about Anson Bach..."

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New World, Sailing City.

In the study room of the Governor's Mansion, the young knight standing in front of the window looked out at the busy streets in trance. He recalled in his mind the scene when Anson, with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, suddenly broke in and asked for help in the early morning.

The thing to help is also very simple: after the war, many Storm Division officers accumulated a large amount of loot, hoping to sell it in Sailing City and exchange it for cash or other hard currencies.

But doing business with the army is obviously a very dangerous thing, so I hope that he will come forward to organize the merchants and wealthy people of Yangfan City to specialize in acquisitions - of course, it must be understood as collecting the protection fee of Yangfan City in disguise, which is not impossible.

Although this incident has the element of making war fortune, it is also a routine in a sense; and it is better to let the rich lose money than the soldiers and officers who bought and sold by force, or even looted along the streets and caused damage to Sailing City... So Louis is very happy I happily agreed.

The second thing is a little more complicated: because of the casualties and various losses in the war, the Storm Division hopes to recruit some manpower in Sailing City to supplement; and the "manpower" to be supplemented is a little special - that is, the returning people in Sailing City Transform the indigenous people.

To be more precise, they are beast slaves.

Louis is naturally disgusted with this kind of slavery, but as the heir of Adlan, he is more aware of how prosperous the animal slave trade is in the New World. Even in Port Adlan, shackles can be seen on the neck and ankles. The indigenous people of the New World were whipped and forced to do hard labor.

In the colonies, these alien races, which are regarded as "livestock", are more common, and can even be called the pillar industry; without the prosperous animal slave trade, the vast majority of plantations, mines and large-scale workshops rely solely on colonists, even normal It is impossible to run.

Therefore, when Anson made this request, the young knight could not find anything to refuse besides being surprised; on the contrary, the liberals of Sailing City were said to have expressed opposition, because if these beast slaves were recruited and taken away by the Storm Division, they would not have the labor force on hand. But it has been reduced.

But Anson also gave a reason they couldn't refuse - the ratio of slaves to colonists.

According to the most scientific statistical results at present (God knows who made the statistics and how scientific it is), if the number of immigrants in a colony reaches more than a thousand, and the ratio of the number of immigrants to the indigenous people is almost one to one, then unless something happens Unexpected, otherwise the local security would be very stable.

If the ratio reaches one to two or three, then as long as the number of immigrants exceeds 3,000 and new immigrants continue to come, there will still be no problems.

If it reaches one to four, it would be a bit dangerous; whether the city or the outlying plantations, farms or mines, they must strengthen their defenses, increase the colonists' armament, and at the same time limit the scope of activities of the natives and animal slaves.

Now, the ratio of most imperial colonies is basically more than one to five.

If the colonial militia had not been established and the previous colonial rebellion had been severely suppressed, the beast slaves and the naturalized indigenous people in the city would have rebelled long ago.

In fact, this term is not very accurate. Incidents such as beast slave riots in remote farms or mines have already occurred in endlessly, but they were just covered up by the war between the Empire and the Confederacy.

In Anson's theory, the Storm Division recruitment method reduces the ratio of indigenous people to colonists. Not only is it not a loss to Sailing City, it can even improve local stability and speed up the recovery of the colony.

Not only can I not stop it, but I should also thank him?

Thinking of the guy's confident expression at that time, Louis couldn't help but shook his head; a seemingly mutually beneficial win-win result was not Anson Bach's style of doing things.

All that can be seen now is to weaken the potential strength of Sailing City and strengthen the strength of the Storm Division - facing the Free Confederacy after joining him, he and his Storm Division can no longer maintain the absolute crushing power they did before. It is normal to want to improve your strength.

"But... why does it have to be indigenous people?"

The puzzled young knight looked out the window and muttered to himself.

……………………

"Because of balance."

Anson, who was severely sleep-deprived, held a large cup of hot coffee in his hand and explained to the confused Karl while yawning.

"Now that the war against the empire has just ended, each colonial council must be thinking of quickly withdrawing their respective militia to their own territory. It is sheer fantasy and impossible to continue to hold them in their hands."

"As for robbing people from the colonies, it's even more impossible. These are the basic positions of all parties. Even Gray Pigeon Castle will not agree. Under the balance between left and right, beast slaves or indigenous people are our best choice. .”

"But don't you still have the Promise Keepers Alliance?" Karl raised his eyebrows, unable to look away from the two dark circles on his face:

"As far as I know, this organization is very popular in the eastern colonies. As long as Bishop Ruibo calls, it will definitely not be a problem to gather tens of thousands of people in minutes."

"But that's the problem." Anson took over the topic and knocked on the table with his coffee cup:

"The Universalist Sect is a sect that is famous for its religious fanaticism and holy wars. Although Bishop Ruibo himself seems to be very restrained in this regard, we have to be careful and keep it as much as possible as a mutual aid organization among believers at the community level. We cannot Too much armed force at your disposal.”

"So you plan to turn a group of savages who were originally working hard with hoes and moving ore into the Clovis Army of the Ring of Faith and Order..." Karl, who looked tired, let out a long breath:

"Okay, I don't have a problem with this. Anyway, it sounds like he would be compatible with our Storm Masters."

Anson was stunned for a moment: "How do you say that?"

"A group of beast slaves who were bought and sold and a group of cannon fodder who were thrown into the ice and snow, don't you think they have something in common?" Karl laughed at himself:

"Like no one cares whether we live or die - neither us nor them."

Anson Bach: "..."

Sometimes he really felt that compared to being a staff officer or an adjutant, the profession that was truly suitable for Karl was that of a tavern stand-up comedian - a person with a depressing style, humiliating himself in all aspects from appearance to personality in order to make the audience laugh.

Of course, at least now, in addition to the function of self-deprecation, he also has the staff skill fully: "Okay, now you have a sufficient source of soldiers. The instructors have me and a group of officers to work hard for free, and the weapons We can think of ways to deal with military uniforms and the like from the newly built military factories and textile factories in Beluga Port, but..."

"Where's the money? Where does the money to build an army come from?"

This is an eternal problem - money is not the problem, because the problem is money.

As the chief of staff (adjutant), Karl knew very well that the entire Storm Division officer corps would never agree to the commander-in-chief using public funds to assemble this cannon fodder army.

"Don't worry, I haven't considered anything that would damage morale at all." Anson smiled nonchalantly, picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee - and there was no sugar added:

"I'm going to do this myself, it has nothing to do with Storm Master."

"Um?!"

Karl's eyes widened instantly - not only was he shocked by Anson's private vault, but also by his courage.

Looking at the pair of almost deep purple dark circles and the person who had been slumped in the chair, he even felt that he was about to discover the truth.

"You, you last night..."

"Don't ask!" Anson intercepted directly, his face instantly stiffened:

"Whoever asks about this will die."

Seeing his right hand reaching for the holster, Carl took a deep breath and raised his hands in a standard "harmless" gesture.

"Okay, I won't ask anymore." The loyal chief of staff showed a false smile:

"But have you ever considered that as a colonel in Clovis it is illegal to form a private army - if the news spreads back to the mainland, the War Department is likely to..."

"It's possible to remove me from my position and then send another unlucky guy who is willing to die in the new world?" Anson rolled his eyes:

"I don't have a problem, but I have to wait until they find the victim first."

"But, even if it doesn't happen, this is still a stain on your resume. They can use this to accuse you in the future." Karl was still worried:

"For example, in this battle against the imperial army, all the empire's forces in the new world were expelled in one fell swoop... Even if you can't be promoted, there will definitely be rewards; with luck, you might even get the noble title of court baron. !”

"Let's wait until later to talk about this kind of thing. The prerequisite is that we can survive first." Anson waved his hand, as if he was serving the country without seeking fame or fortune:

"All in all, don't worry about money. I am responsible for what happened... Are there any other problems?"

Karl sighed. He finally saw that the commander-in-chief only dared to be so unscrupulous because he had the support of the Luen family and the eldest lady of the Franz family:

"The last one - this army definitely cannot be included in the Storm Division's establishment. What name do you plan to give it and how big will it be?"

"In terms of organization...for now, let's stick to the scale of ten to fifteen infantry regiments. Let's see if there is an opportunity to expand in the future."

Anson thought about it seriously and tried to let his poor creativity use some subjective initiative:

"As for the name, well..."

"What do you think of being called the 'Shooting Army'?"