My Empire

"Sweat... So let the rude guy leave?" After Strider exited the hall, the minister in the robe looked at Nicholas Weiss and asked.

No one can leave so rudely in front of Da Khan. Those brave warriors in the grassland who were frightened by rifles also watched at this moment, waiting for Da Khan’s order, and then rushed out and struck Sterry. Germany.

Nicholas Weiss waved his hand and said, "Come here! Drag the corpse out for me... Let's wait for a while to see. For now, don't go south and plunder Hanhaibei County."

"Aren't we just succumbing? Sweating?" The minister in robes frowned and asked unwillingly.

"Forget it? Forget it, it's actually nothing great." Nicholas Weiss snorted coldly, then looked at his confidant and asked: "Who do we have the most hatred with? Arante? No, our steppe empire , And the greatest enemy against the Holy Demon Empire.

"Our ancestors went south with 300,000 armored horses. What happened? The dragon knight of the Holy Demon Empire easily shattered our dream of becoming the master of Arante." Nicholas walked slowly back to his throne, stretched out. Go and stroke the wolf head carving on it.

He turned around, looked at his generals and civil servants, and continued to ask: "You all think we should not give in, but I ask you, my warriors... We still have the courage to go south to conquer Asia. Rand?"

After asking this question, the generals who had just clamored that Ailan Hill could not let go, all lowered their heads.

The dragon spewing flames, rushing through the densely packed cavalry pictures, and still being painted on the walls of this hall, how dare they forget the despair and fear that are deeply rooted in their blood?

"Since we have succumbed, why can't we succumb one more time?" Nicholas sneered, and his voice echoed throughout the hall: "If Ailan Hill is willing to trade with us and provide us with the necessary supplies for life, we will return What are you going to do to rob?"

"If they can't make their promise, how many things will we delay if we go south to grab it?" He sat back on his throne and said, "So we'll just wait, and wait for someone we can trust. The emperor shows up, or waits for a perfidious stupid pig to reveal his flaws."

"Your Majesty is wise!" The minister headed by the robe bent over and praised: "We just have to wait. If Arante is not stupid, he must conflict with Ailan Hill. The contradiction between them is irreconcilable. , And we are only on the side of those who benefit us!"

"Your Majesty is wise!" All the generals and ministers bent over and praised loudly: "Long live the sweat!"

In this mountain of cheers, Nicholas Weiss narrowed his eyes. He knew he was betting on whether Ailan Hill really had the courage and power to change the order of this world.

If Ailan Hill really succeeds, he doesn't mind helping Ailan Hill, borrowing the power of Ai Lan Hill to destroy the mortal enemy of the Steppe Empire, the Holy Demon Empire. If Ailan Hill fails, he doesn't mind continuing to looting south and going back to the old line of the steppe empire.

As for whether he would sit back and watch the rise of Ailanshir, he really didn't care about it: this rising Ailanshir would definitely clash with the Arrant Empire to the south, which is stronger and weaker, and will naturally be at that time There is a solution.

The worst result was that Ailan Xier defeated Alan Te. Then his steppe empire formed an alliance with Ai Lan Xier in advance, and there was no loss... This is the real strategy of a monarch. His decision must be based on Based on the maximization of benefits.

Outside the main hall, Stridd, without looking back, held his chin up, and walked towards the post with his entourage. He knew that this time he had completed the mission, and the steppe empire could no longer threaten the north of Ailan Hill.

Once dumping begins, countless materials will flood into the grassland, completely destroying the fragile economy here. In the end, this place will become a raw material supply base, providing Alan Hill with wool and cotton, and there will be no more storms.

With the development of Ailan Hill, weapons and equipment will only increase and become better and better. The 100,000 cavalry that the Prairie Empire is proud of will eventually only dissipate in the dust of history.

"Wait! We will go back soon..." Strider remembered when he was in the woodworking shed to buy tables, chairs and benches, with a knowing smile on his face. At that time, he really didn't think that he would be today and become a foreign minister.

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"Kill!" On the school grounds, thousands of soldiers who had just enlisted in the army for a month were practicing assassination. Because time is tight, their combat skills are trained together with skills such as queues.

It was not the same as at the beginning. This time because of adequate preparations, every soldier was equipped with training uniforms and armed with armed belts. They looked very heroic.

They were all wearing m42-type steel helmets, standing under the scorching sun, sweating with training guns made of wood, and stabbing them again and again. Their tactical moves are very simple, with only three moves of blocking, picking and assassination, which are coherent and easy to master.

Although many grassroots commanders believe that the possibility of close-in attacks by the enemy is very low after being equipped with a rifle, the bayonet-fighting training session has been retained, and even improved with Modler’s suggestion. More strengthening.

On the shooting training ground at the other end, soldiers who had been in the army for more than three months had to carry out shooting training and reloading with empty guns a hundred times a day, and then shooting twice, with one bullet each time.

This is already the best training conditions Chris can prepare for these recruits. The overtime production in the arsenal cannot meet the increasing demand for bullets.

Originally, it was a shooting training requirement for more than 1,000 people, and only 2,000 rounds of ammunition were consumed every day. Since the production of bullets using assembly line machinery, the daily supply of 2,000 bullets has been met.

But now, Ailan Hill has expanded the grenadier force. There are three regiments and 3000 rifles are consuming bullets. If you count the cavalry regiment and the new infantry regiment that may be formed later, this is for the semi-automatic production of bullets. For the arsenal, it is a huge pressure.

According to the plans of Chris, Wagron and Wilkes, Alan Hill should form 25 infantry regiments and more than 37,000 armed forces. To equip these 25 regiments, at least 500 cannons and 25,000 rifles are needed...

In addition, in order to deal with the threat of the Magic Empire, at least 10 anti-aircraft artillery regiments should be formed, and each infantry regiment should have enough anti-aircraft weapons and flat-fire large-caliber artillery...

In addition to the bullets consumed by training, it is also necessary to reserve bullets for use in possible wars. According to Chris' conservative estimate, he must at least reserve 10 million bullets before going to war with the Arante Empire to be considered safer.

It is actually very difficult to accumulate so many bullets while being consumed. What's more, these bullets are all real gold and silver. When they are produced and stacked in the warehouse, it is tantamount to say that so much money is squeezed in vain and it makes people feel distressed.

If you use the money to develop industry and pile it up in other areas, you may get more benefits.

It's like playing a game. After the money is collected, whether to build troops or upgrade technology is a decision and a choice. Taking the risk of upgrading technology can have the power to crush in the later stage, but in the early stage, you will risk being killed by the opponent.

But blindly building soldiers will make the population and the economy finalize in advance, and will delay their technological advantages to give full play to their advantages. Chris feels that no matter how he chooses, he will not be satisfied.

What is even more depressing is that this number is an estimate based entirely on rifle consumption, and does not take automatic weapons into consideration. If Chris equips the troops with weapons such as machine guns a year later, this number might increase tenfold.

A full 100 million rounds or more of bullets, and tens of thousands of artillery shells, to guard against the Holy Demon Empire, Warcraft Cavalry and Dragon Knight's defensive artillery... The pressure on the arsenal was unprecedented, and the production plan was changed and changed.

You must know that in a real large-scale battle, as the number of troops on both sides continues to increase, the consumption of ammunition will also become an astronomical figure. During the Second World War, hundreds of millions of bullets were consumed every day, and it took more than 5,000 bullets to eliminate a person during the Vietnam War.

If it really goes on like this... Even after three years, Chris doesn't have enough bullets to fight a war.

Because there is no guarantee that every army has enough weapons and equipment, Chris can only pay more attention to traditional training. He had to let the troops train a lot of stabs, so that these troops would have a certain combat capability after running out of ammunition and food.

It is a pity that when fighting against the Arante Empire and the Holy Demon Empire behind it, the only function of this type of training is to give soldiers courage. As for the actual effect, everyone knows that it does not exist.

Looking at the seriously trained soldiers on the school field, Chris was still not sure about the future battle with Arrant. His troops are too small, and it is troublesome to expand, which is really a headache.

What he lacks now is time, but there is no time for him to develop and grow steadily. After the current winter, next year, a big battle is likely to break out.

"Kill!" Above the schoolyard, a mighty voice called out again. Chris looked at these young faces expressionlessly, but he was thinking about the southward movement of the Arante Empire.