These two points are now clearly revealed, putting the rapidly developing Seris City into an embarrassing situation: talents related to smelting have to go to the mechanical department to help, and the liars who used to be in charge of alchemy have now become seats in the chemistry department.
Distinguished guests...
Even in this state, the simple arsenal in Seris City is still working overtime to produce the arms requested by Chris. The most important product is the improved 75mm caliber infantry howitzer. This kind of weapon is not considered advanced.
The processing accuracy requirements are not high either.
"A new 75mm caliber howitzer is being installed in the army. A new cannon has been produced at the Serris Arsenal. We are just waiting for you to come back." When it comes to weapons and equipment, Smith is also familiar with it, because he is not only
A consultant to the steel plant and one of the chief engineers of the arsenal.
This also proves from another aspect that Seris currently lacks talents in industrial equipment. This Smith engineer is in charge of almost one-tenth of the machine tool production equipment...
"What restricts our development is not steel production, nor any other reason, but the lack of talents." The engineer sighed with regret: "Before you left, I had to tutor 50 people every night to remedial industrial knowledge, but most of them still
It’s a state of half-understanding.”
"It's already pretty good. It took me 12 years from a blacksmith apprentice to a real blacksmith." Thinking of his apprenticeship experience, Smith felt that there was no limit to the suffering.
He is one of the most outstanding craftsmen trained by Chris and one of the chief engineers of Seris Industrial Group. Having read books and having a lot of smelting experience, he now participates in the research of Chris's new equipment almost every day.
Work.
"Do you know how fast our technology is updated now? According to the drawings left by Mr. Chris, we have developed the artillery technology to the second generation." Smith finished talking about his past and proudly stretched out his finger.
He made a two sign and said: "The new howitzer is lighter and smaller!"
The 90mm-caliber World War I-era cannon was technologically obsolete. It had been completely eliminated by Siris' new technology before it was widely used in the army.
According to this development rate, when Chris returns to Seris from the ferry city, the cannons equipped with World War I technology for his main force will only be equipped for the second-line troops.
And as long as he is willing, by that time, he will probably be able to use electric lights and telegraph machines directly...
"Lord Clark! Siris is really the victim! We were attacked by Mayne and Ferry, and we fought back to win miserably!" In the beautifully decorated hall, Strider pleaded in a low voice.
Every candle here is a carefully crafted expensive luxury product, and every candlestick here is filled with the atmosphere of art. The cold marble floor is flat and smooth, and the lines on it are even exquisite.
The prime minister's residence of the Arant Empire is definitely not comparable to the palace of a small city in the countryside. Although it cannot be built into a fortress, every detail here is full of luxury, making Strider feel ashamed.
The old man sitting at the front seat had a wrinkled face. He was holding a wine glass in one hand, and the other hand was being held by a girl in the palm of his hand, trimming his nails carefully.
The old man's lips opened and closed slightly, and he said in an unhurried tone: "It's useless what you say, the empire will immediately send new city lords to the two places. If Siris cooperates, then just pretend that everything is nothing."
It has happened before. If Siris does not cooperate, he will be an enemy of the empire."
His voice echoed throughout the hall, as if several people were talking at the same time, with that ethereal feeling, filled with majesty and arrogance.
"Sir! We are really victims! Now we have occupied Mayne and the ferry, and we are willing to pay taxes for both places! Please make the decision for Siris City!" Strider complained in a plaintive voice.
Clark, the prime minister of the empire, was unmoved. He squinted at the gold coins in a box in front of him, picked up the wine glass, shook it twice, and said disdainfully: "I accepted these gold coins with a smile, and you don't have to bring them."
It’s so troublesome to bring it back and forth.”
Hearing that he couldn't even bring back gold coins, Strider felt even more uncomfortable. He knelt on the ground and begged: "Prime Minister, please think again! Siris bled and sacrificed for the empire. If Mayne and other places come to invade again, we..."
"It's just these two words over and over again. I'm tired, please step aside!" Clark drank all the wine in the glass and ordered the waiter beside him.
"Sir, Siris is willing to pay an annual tax tribute of 4,500 gold coins for the two places! Sir!" Strider raised his head and seized the last opportunity and cried out.
Clark sneered and waved his hand: "With such a small tax, are you sending a beggar away? Get out of here! You don't know how to live or die!"
Paying an extra 1,500 gold coins every year? How could the empire take it seriously? What's more, these 1,500 gold coins have to be paid to the national treasury, and they have nothing to do with him as the prime minister.
In short, although the city lord of Seris has a strategic vision to win over the Arant Empire, the chips in his hand are too few. Seris has no chips that can impress the Arant Empire, so it is impossible to swallow the fat.
Fruits of victory.
As for violating the will of Arant? Prime Minister Clark never even thought about the fact that Arant has an army of one million, and crushing a small city lord is definitely something that can be easily captured.
Strider was "sent" out of the residence of Prime Minister Arant by the guards. After being pushed out of the door, he looked at his men waiting outside, lowering his head and not knowing what to do.
He spent all the gold coins he brought but failed to complete the task assigned to him by the city lord Chris. This was a shameful and painful thing.
The subsequent problems are the most difficult. Arant will send a new city lord to take over Mayne and the ferry. The victory of Siris will become meaningless. The dangers in the Land of the Four Battles will still continue. The ambitions of the city lord
It will become a joke...
I'm too embarrassed to see anyone! Sighing deep in his heart, Strider was silent in frustration, but at this moment he suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Huh? Isn't this Mr. Strider? Why are you here?
here?"
When he heard someone calling him, Strider raised his head and happened to see the young man in front of him. He immediately bent down and said hello: "Mr. Des... I... I came here on the order of my master.
I work here."
"Are you looking for Prime Minister Clark to do something?" Deserpy chuckled twice, then looked at the gloomy Strider's face, and said with a smile: "It's not cheap to enter this gate, it must be expensive.
Didn’t Mr. Tried’s matter get accomplished?”
"Yes, the Prime Minister did not agree to our request..." Strider grabbed this last straw and said, "But this is very important to us."
"Tell me!" Des took two steps forward and came to Strider's side.
Strider leaned close to Des' ear and muttered for a few minutes. Des's eyes suddenly lit up: "You mean... Mayne, and the ferry?"
"Yes!" Strider nodded and admitted: "Yesterday, the homing pigeons caught up with my team. Your Excellency... has already entered the ferry."
"Ha!" Des exclaimed excitedly, then reached out and patted Strider on the shoulder, grinning and saying: "Leave the affairs here to me, since Mr. Chris gave me such a surprise.
, I naturally want to give Mr. Chris a gift in return! Wait for me here!"
After saying that, he walked into the prime minister's mansion with his hands behind his back. The guards at the door seemed not to have seen such a gorgeously dressed young man walking in, and no one came to stop him.
"Desel! I know that the Longtate family has a great business, but if you just let the empire settle the disputes on the border territories, aren't you a bit too lenient?" Prime Minister Clark heard that he came to see him.
Des also came to check on the war at Mayne Ferry and other places, and scolded him with an unhappy look on his face.
After a pause, he continued to say in a majestic tone: "What's more, you yourself can't represent the Longtate family, right? Interfering in the government affairs of the empire, don't you think you are a little confused?"
"Sir Clark!" Des did not come from the countryside, and the luxury in front of him had no impact on him. He smiled and waited for Clark to finish speaking, then took out a piece of paper and handed it forward: "I
I know your time is not cheap, but we can talk slowly."
A maid walked up to Des and took the shimmering brown paper. She was frightened by the numbers on it. Then the maid lowered her head and took the large forehead paper commonly used by the upper class of the empire.
The gold certificate was placed on the table next to Prime Minister Clark.
Clark glanced at the number above, and when he saw the ten thousand words after five, a smile appeared on his cold face: "The Longtate family is indeed extremely wealthy. This prime minister is willing to talk more with young people. You all can go down!
"
The screen retreated to the left and right, and the hall seemed a lot emptyer. Then Des said, "The war on the border was started at my instigation. So, don't you find it strange now?"
"The Longtate family intervened in the war between Siris, Mayne and the ferry? What are you trying to do?" the prime minister asked Des to find a guest seat and replied.
"Profits!" Des leaned back on his chair, choosing a comfortable position and replied: "Mayne invades Siris, and we need weapons and equipment! Siris wants to resist Mayne's attack, and we also need weapons and equipment, no matter who wins.