114 Do you still want to engage in infighting at this time?
After handing over the work to the factory, Bolu slept until the sun was high in the sky before slipping out of bed. He ate, walked leisurely into the library, looked up information in the morning, and gave lessons to the young apprentices in the afternoon.
It was a very uncomfortable life.
On this day, Polu was lying on the lawn silently thinking about his next plan: "The studio has been dismantled, and there is still a lot of energy-concentrating panels in stock. I will give them a good lesson during this period, and send them out after the lesson."
Go out to teach the engineering team's night class. So where should we move the studio next?" The afternoon sun shone through the shade of the trees, making Bolu drowsy.
Little Eileen walked up to him silently, raised her foot and kicked him: "Wake up, wake up, don't sleep!"
Bolu opened his eyes but did not move: "Little Irene, long time no see, what's the matter?"
“There’s good news and there’s bad news, which one do you want to hear first?”
The little toes were twirling on Bolu's waist. Polu suddenly lost all sleep and sat up.
"Buy! They want to buy everything, weapons and armor. Can this be sold?"
"Of course, if we don't sell it to them, what will we eat? What kind of bad news is this?" Polu adheres to the concept that only those who sell weapons to attack their own country's arms dealers are truly international arms dealers. Just sell them.
No matter how dense the spear array of your slave army is, can it still be denser than my shotguns?
"Then you have to have it too? You sell thousands of gun tips a month and do big construction every day. If you didn't produce the materials yourself, you would have gone bankrupt!" When talking about this, little Irene became angry.
"Speaking of which, His Majesty is completely indifferent to our construction here. What can be sold and what cannot be bought, and there are no instructions at all?" Even though they are so far away, and they are even his appointed officials, yet once
Polu, who had never met the king, could not understand what the king was thinking.
"Is it better to ask him every morning and evening? On average, he sends 1.3 letters a day to micromanage your actions? And he also needs to sign your name afterward - His Majesty the King?"
"That's not necessary. I just want to know the general situation."
"No news is good news, understand? This shows that His Majesty has no objection, so he just secretly read our report. Others have no idea what we are doing now, and our briefings are basically sold this month.
How many gun heads, how many weapons, it’s over. What we have actually made and how much production capacity we have now are not mentioned at all.”
Little Irene showed a meaningful look in her eyes. She stopped talking and waited for Polu to understand it on his own.
"Oh! That's what you mean!" Bolu slapped his thigh in his mind. "Hey, I told you earlier."
"Are you pointing?" Polu pointed to the east. As a member of a great cultural and historical country, although he has not experienced hundreds of battles, he has seen a lot of things. He can just tell you something like this, and then think about the military power that is now being brutally controlled.
.Little Irene, who is obviously a die-hard loyalist to the king, will understand if she hints at it.
"There are also elves. In my written report to His Majesty, I only mentioned four messengers and bought some weapons. I didn't mention anything else. Generally speaking, according to Ella's status, this kind of thing is to hold a royal meeting. King
The reception was discussed by the ministers, do you understand now?" Little Eileen read word for word on the written report to His Majesty, it was a very good read, her eyes flashed crazily.
"Little Eileen, do you have to buy weapons from the east side from us?" Polu suddenly remembered something.
"Yes, the country's weapons are basically supplied from us."
"Then at this time, our business must be done quickly. If the east side wants to collect taxes, then just collect taxes. I will also make money from the east side!" Polu now has the essence of profit science. As long as it is a cold weapon,
He dares to sell anything, and he has the temperament of the Ming Dynasty Royal Bookstore that prints rebel leaflets. Besides, he may not be able to hang himself.
"Let me ask you something secretly again, who will the Knights follow? Where is the Royal Army?"
Little Irene secretly looked at both sides and lowered her voice: "The first and second are basically the nobles of the royal capital. They only stand on the winning side. The third is currently the commander-in-chief of the eldest prince. The fourth and fifth
The sixth is in the southwest. They almost only collect taxes and drink alcohol and hardly go out. The seventh is needless to say, right? As for the royal army."
Little Eileen shook her head with a heavy face: "You can't even count on it. The people stationed wherever they are are basically local people. They don't sell anyone's face and only protect their own homes."
Polu sighed and thought to himself: "Okay, the military system is so primitive. It doesn't even have the system of serving as a soldier in another place? How about setting up a local brotherhood army? It can't even be transferred to the next city, right? Let's die together.
There are only three or seven knights in the loyalty group? They are really as bad as their enemies. No wonder the royal army infantry has to live and die. I thought it was all under the military's control, but it turns out that they can't be transferred anywhere. This is different from the local militia.
What’s the difference?”
With this little ability, you still engage in internal fighting among humans. Don't let the fight get heated and let everyone else benefit from it? I, Polu, don't even bother to engage in internal fighting with you people. I feel that the situation has been dragged down!
It’s not that my hometown doesn’t have enough manpower and can’t send out troops, so I’ll give you a plow to clear the holes first!
"What about the good news?"
"The order from the military department has come. Our profit has come!" Little Eileen beamed with joy.
"What do you want and how much do you want?"
"2,000 pairs of breastplates, 200 sets of knight's full armor, 2,000 pairs of large shields, and 5,000 sets of weapons, all of which are spears and daggers they have seen. We can make a lot of money!"
"Have they not considered whether they can produce this number? The previous production capacity is completely useless, right? Who will the weapons be given to in the end? Will they be transported to the royal capital or to the east? What is the reason for purchasing such a large batch of weapons? In addition to their direct subordinates, who will give them
Are the Royal Army equipped?" Poru asked like a barrage of questions.
"Transport it to the eastern border defense line to guard against Nazva. I didn't specify who it would be given to, but the Second Regiment of the Royal Army belongs to the Bashkorto Province and is almost their city guard. They should also be equipped with equipment.
"As she spoke, she also hesitated, as if she felt some unusual aura.
"It's not even given to other places at all? Like Tashkent? Then he has so many armors? This is bad news." Polu sighed.
Little Erin calmed down from the ecstasy of being able to make money, a lot of money. Her dizzy mind gradually cleared up, and her face turned pale: "It's not what I thought, is it? But this reason is very legitimate. Nazwa is indeed
I haven’t been honest lately.”
"It's hard to say, but this is a move that changes the ratio of power. The most annoying thing is that you still can't find a reason to reject him! If Nazwa really comes, it will really work. If not, the military power
The proportion has shifted in that direction.”
"Then what should we do? Don't sell it?"
"Sell it! Why not sell it? The crux of the matter is do we still have people under our command? As long as I have people and people who can be armed, things like weapons are nothing! Look at the artillery I sold to the elves last time
Have you arrived yet? One cannon shot out and it destroyed dozens of meters! Cuirassiers are nothing, as long as they can protect the artillery and catch the knights, no matter how many infantry they come, they won’t be enough for my shotguns to hit!"
Anyway, the military system is bad, but the generation of weapons is enough to give it an advantage.
"There are people. The royal family also has some territories, which are directly under the knight's fiefdom. Many families of the Seventh Regiment are there. Wait, you said it is so powerful, how many artillery do we have now?"
"Well, let me do the math. There are two experimental products in the warehouse. They seem to be gone. Didn't the new ones all be sold to the elves last time? When I came back, I found that they had problems and they stopped."
"Then what nonsense are you talking about!" Little Irene's hair stood up in anger, and she walked away angrily holding up her skirt.
Before leaving, he said the next sentence: "Hurry up and get all your things ready! I'm telling you, as much as you sell, we have to reserve corresponding weapons! Rebuild your artillery quickly! Otherwise, we will be destroyed.
The cuirassiers you sold are surrounding you, I will cut you first!"
"Don't worry! We already have weapons that can completely restrain them, and production will be arranged soon!"
"What! What new thing are you studying again! Didn't you just talk about artillery!" After hearing this, little Irene came back angrily, and stepped hard on Bolu's chest with her feet in black patent leather shoes.
, revealing her slender ankles wearing white socks. She leaned down and asked viciously: "Tell me! What did you do again? How much money are you going to burn this time!"