My Empire

From the beginning, the training of the soldiers made Chris more worried. On the one hand, his troops were enough to crush any troops in the mortal world from the day they were born. On the other hand, his troops were in Established on the basis of the traditional ancient army.

Those cold-weapon troops with swords, guns and halberds cannot be opponents of his troops at all: as long as the modern howitzer launches an attack, there is no cold-weapon unit that can withstand the hell-like indiscriminate bombing head-on.

But it is not an easy task to allow the troops that originally held knives, guns and halberds to accept those hot weapons. Qualified veterans do not understand those new weapons, but recruits who can be recruited do not have the tenacity of veterans.

What makes Chris even more depressed is that there are not only cold weapon forces in this world, but also magic forces that make him unable to compare attacks.

Therefore, those who appear in the novel can rely on the advantage of weapons to crush the enemy all the way. It is not feasible in this world. If the next war is not possible, the opponent will have terrible existences such as dragons or magicians. , So Chris felt that he had no arrogant capital at all with a few cannons.

Once there is a friction between his army and the army of the magic empire, the matter will have to be re-evaluated. At least, Chris, who has seen countless movies, feels that weapons of the World War II era are not necessarily capable of shaking dragons and advanced magic.

At least in his view now, even though he has mastered a principality at this moment, he has to pay a lot of taxes and is also responsible for the development of the three cities. The burden on his shoulders is heavier, and the people who covet his wealth will only increase. many.

The thing beyond his expectation was that the people who coveted his wealth came too soon, and they were an unattractive existence.

"If we fight against General Zorn now, things will immediately become complicated." In another conference room, Desaier frowned and said, "Even if I leave for Atlanta with the money now, time It’s too late."

"Yes, we can't delay it for so long. The ultimatum has already been given to me." Chris leaned depressed on the back of his chair, and said to several retainers who came to advise him: "I put forward the terms of the tax hike, they Said that they can deduct 20,000 gold coins... If I disagree, they will leave immediately..."

"Hey..." Deans shook his head and said with a sigh: "Our defense now depends on these two dozen cannons..."

Since the establishment of the Principality of Ailan Hill, Serris has only produced two cannons. In addition to the 20 90mm cannons that were almost completely handcrafted, there were only two new 75mm infantry guns. .

There are many reasons for this situation. On the one hand, Chris decided to abandon the erroneous development policy of hand-made weapons and put the focus of enhancing military strength on training military talents.

On the other hand, because of Mr. Gurlo’s steady development strategy of economy and industry first and military later, Seris is slowly and firmly developing his own industrial system, and is not in a hurry to produce more weapons and equipment.

Of course, the most important reason is actually: the judgment of the people before that 22 cannons can meet the defense requirements of the current Principality of Ailan Hill, there is no need to waste time to expand its weapons.

But now it's fine, General Zorn has taken a fancy to these new weapons, and the new weapons are clearly mentioned in the order. And emphasized that it is a new weapon that can explode from a distance, comparable to magic...

In this way, not only the strength of one's own side may be weakened, but also the military strength of Ailan Hill may be leaked in advance. Whether it was leaked to the Arante Empire or the Holy Demon Empire, it was not good news for Ailan Hill.

"It's not impossible to produce some low-quality artillery to send to the Arrant Empire, and we keep the good ones ourselves..." The only solution Chris thought of was this feasible.

In fact, he had been figuring out just now whether to use some tatters such as "Red Cannon Shenwu General" to send away these turtles from the Atlanta Empire.

"This trick is not bad, but you are sure... you can get a worse weapon, and make those people not see any clues?" After finally thinking of a solution, Desaier asked.

Chris nodded and replied: "Yes, I do something with the same principle... it's not difficult. With our current production capacity, we can't lose much by sending a large number of messengers."

"It's just." He thought for a while and continued to say to Desaier: "Once we have seen our artillery, the tattered pieces we sent to the Arrant Empire will immediately be exposed. And between us and the Arrant Empire The contradiction between the two is completely irreconcilable."

Desaier thought about it for a while, and said: "As long as we can gain a year or so, we can meet your industrial production requirements and equip enough troops...At that time, we don't need to look at Asia. The face of the Rand Empire changed."

From the day it accepted Desser’s funding, the Arrant Empire was destined not to be an ally of Chris. So as long as possible, Chris doesn't mind to black out this decadent old power.

After discussing the countermeasures, it took Chris an hour to come up with a drawing of a red cannon. Then he took Desai straight out of the castle and came to a metallurgical workshop outside the city.

"Come on, build a sample according to this drawing!" Chris spread out the drawing and handed it to an old craftsman.

The craftsman glanced at the drawing, then nodded and started to operate. The Smith craftsman who watched the excitement came over, bowed deeply to Chris, and then looked down at the drawing.

Next, he was stunned there. He didn't know what exactly this thing was for, but he, with a good talent, could tell at a glance how heavy it was! Although it's not superb steel, this thing is really a whole piece of iron embryo!

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Smith looked at Chris, lowered his voice and asked, "Your Majesty...what is this thing...for?"

"This is a cannon..." Chris had a sly smile on his face, like a liar who got a bargain.

Smith hadn't reacted yet, frowning and looking at the drawing, asked with a puzzled look: "Don't we already have a 75mm infantry gun?"

Desaier completely convinced the Smith who had just been appointed by Chris as the Minister of Industry of the Principality of Alan Hill, and reminded him with the smallest voice: "Cannon for the Arrant Empire..."

When he said this, Smith finally understood. Suddenly he nodded, then looked at the drawing: "No problem! Even though it costs materials, we can make it in a few days at most!"

Casting guns is not a simple matter. If it weren't for the performance of Cereste's pyroxene, participation in ordinary iron materials can greatly improve the performance of ironware. Just the process of casting guns would take longer.

Modern craftsmanship produces cannons at a faster speed, while those ancient iron guns and bronze cannons require clay casting, and the speed is slower.

"It just happens to be done together!" Chris took out several other drawings from his arms and handed them to the craftsman leader Smith: "Since the other party wants to play the bomb, then we can only give the other party the bomb..."

"There is also a formula for gunpowder! We will give the full set if we want to give it!" Desaier echoed with a smile on his face: "We even gave them the drawings of the artillery! Ailan Hill's loyalty to the Arante Empire, but Look at the sun and the moon!"

The blooming shells of the front gun and the incendiary fuze were born very early, not very powerful and very unsafe. But this is indeed better than the catapult of this era, so Chris is indeed a "new weapon".

Hearing Desaier’s reminder, Chris hurriedly found paper and pen again, and drew the manual for the muzzle gun in the workshop. The whole set was to be done. He decided this time, he must give the greedy Ya Rand is a great gift!

The next day Chris met with the Arrant messenger from afar for the second time, and pressed the blueprint in front of the other party: "The new weapon is too big and heavy. I believe the messenger, you can go all the way back and carry it. Inconvenient, these are the drawings and instructions for the weapons, please bring them back to Arrant, Mr. Courier."

"This..." The confused messenger didn't know what medicine Chris Gourd actually sold, and after receiving the drawings, he didn't know what to say for a while.

He hesitated for a while, and then said: "I have to take a sample home! Even if it is inconvenient, this cannot be changed..."

"That's okay!" Chris nodded in agreement, seeming to be loyal and honest without any crooked thoughts: "I've got someone to drag a cannon back from the border... You can wait a few days before you can see the real thing. !"

A few days later, the Arante messenger who saw the sample really believed what Chris had said: that kind of gun was huge, and it was so heavy that it collapsed. The people he brought were really not enough to carry the two cannons together.

As if taking a reassurance pill, the messenger no longer doubted whether Chris was concealing evil intentions. After watching the test firing performance of the artillery, he was completely stunned by the power of the artillery.

The messenger who felt the power of the flame immediately rushed back to the place where he was staying, packed up the drawings Chris gave him, took this sample cannon, and went south with the fastest speed, left the city of Serris, and returned. The Empire of Atlanta...