In short, he wants that new type of fighter jet, and he has even asked his staff to discuss the name of the new fighter jet.
He planned to select a few good and well-known names, and then submit them to His Majesty the Emperor, so that His Majesty the Great Emperor could personally name this new super fighter of the Air Force!
"That's what those guys from the Army said too!" Castner complained helplessly: "You have to understand Your Majesty! Everyone comes to Your Majesty for money, and His Majesty's money doesn't come from strong winds! If you print money
You can print money at will, even if you work overtime day and night to print money, it won’t be enough for you to spend like this!”
"How can the weapons and equipment of the army be as high-tech as our air force?" Butolya said naturally as if he was a first-class nation.
"Don't tell me, do you think your Air Force is the only one experimenting with new fighter jets? The Army is also stepping up its efforts to improve the ultimate individual power armor... You must also know the technical content of that thing..." Kastner
explained.
"Isn't that just a bigger puppet?" Butolya smiled, looking like I didn't believe it.
In fact, he also knows that the Army has been updating its weapons very quickly recently, and the technical content of many new weapons and equipment is no worse than that of his Air Force.
However, after all, he and his air force were not used to treating the army as a high-tech branch, after all they were used to being treated as "superior people".
After all, for many years, first-class people in the air force, second-class people in the army, and the navy are not human rules. It has become an unwritten rule within the Airan Hill military.
"If you chat like this, I'll see you off!" Kastner turned the tea cup and looked at Butolya with a half-smile.
Butolya made a gesture of surrender: "Okay, okay! I don't mean to mess around!"
"Hey, let me tell you, the Army is clamoring to improve the ultimate individual power armor, and there is a lot of appetite!" Kastner pointed to the Army's proposal on the table, with a serious tone.
Butolya poured himself another cup of bitter tea, taking advantage of Kastner. You must know that no matter how Buddhist Kastner is, he is also an extremely valuable royal member of the Eilanhill Empire. He
The tea I drank is not something you can usually see in the market.
Watching Butoliya cow drink his precious bitter tea, Kastner felt no pain at all. He played with the half cup of warm tea in front of him, waiting for Butoliya's next words.
Without keeping Kastner waiting, almost as soon as Kastner said the words "big appetite", Butoria asked: "Then you have to tell me how much funding they asked for."
Bar?"
"40 billion! One cent is a lot!" Kastner raised four fingers, with an expression on his face: Is it too much? I'm scared...
"Are you kidding? Just give it to them if they want it?" Upon hearing this number, Butolya felt that his new fighter jet began to transform in front of his eyes.
The skin on its surface cracked open, and then the skeleton inside gradually pieced together a human figure... At the end of the nightmare, the new fighter jet completed its transformation, and a giant puppet slowly stood up.
He doesn’t want any damn puppet! He doesn’t want any damn ultimate individual power armor! What he wants is a new fighter! A super fighter that can kill a squadron of F-15 fighters with just one!
"Don't blame me for this, because the Navy's General Lawns applied for a 20 billion shipbuilding plan a few days ago... The Army heard about it and naturally refused to let me go." Kastner was innocent.
to defend oneself.
"Then...why can those bastards from the Navy ask for 20 billion in funding?" Butolya asked after hearing the Navy's application.
In his mind, the status of the navy has never been very high. In the past two years, the scale of the navy has expanded and its tasks have become more numerous. Only then has Genesis's status risen.
But before you know it, the navy now has dozens of aircraft carriers, hundreds of destroyers, dozens of battleships and hundreds of artillery cruisers.
On this scale, the fleet in the hands of Genesis can destroy a country! The Marine Corps can even abandon the army and carry out campaign-level operations on its own!
"Sigh...General Butolya...the Navy can take 20 billion in appropriations from me. Isn't it because of your Air Force's previous procurement package plan?" Kastner continued to explain.
It was as if he was digging a hole for Butollia. When he talked about the air force's package plan, his face was full of gloating.
"..." Butolya then remembered that just three months ago, he personally applied for a special weapons procurement package worth 60 billion Alan Hill gold coins for the Air Force.
The entire plan includes 100 B-52 improved bombers equipped with new equipment, refurbishing 70 existing B-52 bombers, purchasing 120 F-15 fighter jets, and purchasing 40 A-10 attack aircraft...
Anyway, in order to buy these rags... well, these are not rags, they are also good things that the Air Force is in urgent need of... Anyway, Butolya put a lot of thought into these weapons and equipment.
Now that Kastner has come up with such an excuse, Butolya can only hold his nose and admit it, and there is nothing he can do about it. Recently, the Air Force did apply for a large sum of gold coins, with the purpose of improving the Air Force's strategic strike capabilities.
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The newly purchased B-52 bombers are already being produced in the workshop, and at the same time, the F-15 fighter jets that were once the treasure of the Air Force are also under construction.
Why add the word "once"? Because now the treasure in the heart of the Air Force Commander-in-Chief has almost been replaced by a "new fighter jet."
"You'd better wait a little longer..." Kastner said, seeing that Butolya couldn't bear to leave.
"What are you waiting for? The pilots on the front line are bleeding! They are dying!" Butolya emphasized.
"Stop making trouble... You have only had three planes shot down this month! And they were all attack planes, shot down by magic on the ground..." Kastner complained.
To be honest, the Air Force of the Airanshir Empire is already far ahead of their opponents, so there is really no urgent need for new weapons.
As early as two or three years ago, when the F-15 fighter jet had just completed its test flight and was preparing to equip the troops on a large scale, Chris had already ordered people to distribute the relevant technology and some drawings of the F-22 to the relevant design departments.
However, because the combat effectiveness of the Air Force's enemies is getting weaker and weaker, the F-22 project was canceled. It is not until today, after the new fighter jets slaughtered an entire squadron of imaginary enemies, that the topic of Air Force weapon updates has begun to rise again.
The enemy was too weak, and the Air Force often ended the battle with an impressive record of zero casualties. Therefore, the top management's investment in the Air Force gradually became stingy.
After all, the opponent only has three-wheelers, and the Airland Hill Air Force has already driven the Wuling Shenqi... At this time, they are crying and shouting that they want to use Lamborghini to compete with the opponent's three-wheeler. The top management is definitely not willing to pay.
"Then if a new plane is used... won't even one be lost?" Butolya found that his tea cup was empty and was too lazy to pour it again, so he continued.
"You only want airplanes... where are the pilots? Where are the pilots?" Kastner reminded.
"Our air force is still short of pilots?" Butolya was stunned. He thought of something for a moment, but couldn't grasp the clue for a while.
Kastner continued to remind him: "There are many pilots, but what you need is a pilot like Wes!"
"Wes..." When the name was mentioned, Butolya suddenly realized, and then he realized what the key to the problem was.
As the commander-in-chief of the Air Force, it is impossible for Butolya to know every pilot under his command. However, he still has an impression of Weiss.
After all, among the pilots under his command, there were not many monsters who had undergone physical enhancement experiments.
Seeing that Butolya didn't speak, Kastner proudly showed off his wisdom: "Look! Look! You finally understand the truth, right?"
While tapping Butolya with his hand, he said: "You! Find a group of qualified pilots first!"
"I understand!" Butolya didn't show any pretense. He stood up and saluted with a military salute, then walked out of Kastner's office with his hat between his legs.
Kastner rubbed the bridge of his nose, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself: "I'm really envious, young man... so good!"
Butolya walked out of Kastner's office, squinted his eyes and looked up at the warm sun strengthening experiment in the sky...it was hard to find.
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"Sneeze!" Burlison sneezed loudly while sitting on a jeep. He rubbed his nose and looked at the huge armored vehicles traveling in the same direction as him.
He was ordered to end his vacation hastily and then lead the troops to move forward as planned.
He had only enjoyed a wonderful life in Bourkeland for twenty days, and his mission this time was also related to Bourkeland.
Just a few hours ago, he received an order from the regiment headquarters, ordering him and his troops to search and advance northeastward to cover the Bulkland Fortress and reach the designated position.
After receiving this order, Burleson immediately set off with his heavy armored grenadier battalion. There is no demolition team in the demon world. Wherever Bulkland goes, it is actually easy to bulldoze a village or even a small town.
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"The tank troops are on our left...encountered the demon defenders...the two sides are fighting fiercely." News from the regiment headquarters came through the earpiece.
"Shall I send the first company to support?" Burlison asked his regimental commander, holding the earphone.
In the earphones, the leader's voice was very clear: "Our mission is to protect Bourkeland...send it to the designated location as soon as possible without causing any complications."
"Okay! Listen to you, head." Burlison released the switch on the earphones and made a gesture to the advancing convoy to continue moving forward.
