"Great Khan...are you going to let that rude guy leave?" After Strider exited the hall, the minister in the robe looked at Nicholas Weiss and asked.
No one could be so rude in front of the Great Khan and still leave alive. Those prairie warriors who were shocked by the rifles also looked over at this moment. They only waited for the Great Khan's order and rushed out to slash Stri.
Germany.
But Nicholas Weiss waved his hand and said: "Come here! Drag the body out for me... Let's wait for some time and see. Don't go south to plunder Hanhai North County for the time being."
"Are we just going to give in? Great Khan?" The robed minister frowned and asked unwillingly.
"Forget it? Forget it, it's not that big of a deal." Nicholas Weiss snorted coldly, then looked at his closest ministers and asked: "Who do we have the biggest enmity with? Arant? No, our grassland empire
, and has the greatest hatred against the Holy Demon Empire."
"Back then, our ancestors sent 300,000 armored cavalry south. What was the result? The dragon knights of the Holy Demon Empire easily shattered our dream of taking over Arant." Nicholas slowly walked back to his throne and stretched out his hand.
He reached out and stroked the wolf head carving on it.
He turned around, looked at his generals and civil servants, and continued to ask: "You all think that we should not surrender, but I ask you, my warriors... we still have the courage to go south and conquer
Arant?"
After asking this question, those generals who had clamored just now not to let Ailan Hill go, all lowered their heads.
The scene of a giant dragon spitting flames and rushing through densely packed cavalry was painted on the four walls of this hall. How dare they forget the despair and fear that are deeply rooted in their bones and blood?
"Since we have surrendered, why can't we surrender one more time?" Nicholas sneered, his voice echoing throughout the hall: "If Ailan Hill is willing to trade with us and provide us with the necessary supplies for life, we will still
What are you doing to rob?"
"If they can't fulfill their promise, will we delay much if we go south to rob them?" He sat back on his throne and said, "So we just have to wait for someone worthy of our trust.
The Emperor appears, or a treacherous idiot shows his weakness."
"Your Majesty is wise!" The leading minister in robes bent down and praised: "We just need to wait. If Arant is not stupid, he will definitely conflict with Ailanthir. The contradiction between them is irreconcilable.
, and we only stand on the side of those who give us benefits!"
"Your Majesty is wise!" All the generals and ministers bowed down and praised loudly: "Long live the Great Khan!"
Amid this mountain of cheers, Nicholas Weiss narrowed his eyes. He knew he was betting on whether Alan Hill would really have the courage and strength to change the order of the world.
If Ailan Hill really succeeds, he doesn't mind helping Ailan Hill and using Ailan Hill's power to destroy the Holy Demon Empire, the sworn enemy of the Grassland Empire. If Ailan Hill fails, he doesn't mind continuing to go south to rob
Plunder and return to the old business of the grassland empire.
As for whether he will sit back and watch the rise of Aland Hill, he really doesn't care about this matter at all: the rising Aland Hill will definitely conflict with the Arantian Empire in the south.
There is a resolution.
The worst outcome is that Ailan Hill defeats Arant. Then the grassland empire will form an alliance with Ailan Hill in advance, and there will be no loss... This is the real strategy of a monarch, and his decision-making must be based on the establishment of an alliance.
On the basis of maximizing interests.
Outside the main hall, Strider held his chin high without looking back, and walked towards the inn with his entourage. He knew that this time he had completed his mission, and it was no longer possible for the Grassland Empire to threaten the north of Ellenhill.
.
Once the dumping begins, countless materials will flow into the grassland, completely destroying the already fragile economy. In the end, this place will become a raw material supply base, providing wool and cotton for Ireland Hill, and it will never be able to prosper again.
No matter how stormy it is.
As Ailan Hill has developed, its weapons and equipment will only become more and more abundant and better and better. The 100,000 cavalry that the Prairie Empire is proud of will eventually dissipate into the dust of history.
"Wait! We will go back soon..." Strider recalled that when he was in the carpentry shed buying tables, chairs and benches, a knowing smile appeared on his face. At that time, he really didn't think about it.
One day, I will become a foreign minister.
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"Kill!" On the school grounds, thousands of soldiers who had just joined the army for a month were practicing assassination moves. Because of time constraints, their combat skills were trained together with formation and other skills.
It was different from the first time. This time, due to adequate preparation, every soldier was equipped with training uniforms and armed belts, looking very heroic.
They all wore M42 steel helmets, standing under the scorching sun, holding training guns made of wood while sweating, and stabbing forward again and again. Their tactical movements were very simple, only three steps: blocking and stabbing.
The movements are coherent and easy to master.
Although many grassroots commanders believe that after being equipped with rifles, the possibility of enemy close attacks is very low, the training link of bayonet fighting is still retained, and even more training was obtained at Modell's suggestion.
More reinforcement.
At the shooting training range at the other end, soldiers who have been in the army for more than three months have to conduct shooting training every day, including empty-gun training and loading and loading a hundred times, and then target shooting twice, with one bullet each time.
This is already the best training condition that Chris can prepare for these new recruits. Even the overtime production in the arsenal every day cannot meet the increasing demand for bullets.
Originally, it was a shooting training requirement for more than 1,000 people, and the daily ammunition consumption was only 2,000 rounds. Since the use of assembly line machinery to produce bullets, the daily supply of 2,000 rounds of ammunition has been met.
But now, Ireland has expanded its grenadiers. Three regiments and 3,000 rifles are consuming bullets. If you include the cavalry regiment and the new infantry regiment that may be formed in the future, this is a problem for the army that has just achieved semi-automatic production of bullets.
For the arsenal, it is a huge pressure.
According to the plan of generals such as Chris, Waggron and Wilkes, Ireland should form 25 infantry regiments and more than 37,000 armed troops. To equip these 25 regiments, at least 500 cannons are needed.
25,000 rifles...
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 be ensured to have sufficient anti-aircraft weapons and flat-firing large-caliber artillery...
In addition to the bullets consumed in training, bullets also need to be stored for use in a possible war. According to Chris's conservative estimate, he must have at least 10 million bullets stored before going to war with the Arant Empire to be safe.
Some.
It is actually very difficult to accumulate so many bullets while consuming them. What's more, these bullets are made of real money. If they are produced and piled in the warehouse, it is equivalent to squeezing them in vain.
It’s painful to see so much money.
If we use this money to develop industry and pile it up in other areas, we may be able to obtain more benefits.
This is just 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 to upgrade technology can have the power to crush you in the later stage, but in the early stage, you will risk being killed by the opponent.
However, if you blindly build troops, your population and economy will be determined in advance, and your technological advantages will be delayed until later. Chris felt that no matter what he chose, he would not be satisfied.
What's even more depressing is that this number is an estimate based entirely on the consumption of rifles, and does not take into account automatic weapons. If Chris equips the troops with weapons such as machine guns in a year, then this number will not be correct.
It would be better to increase it tenfold.
A total of 100 million rounds or more of bullets, as well as tens of thousands of artillery shells, defensive artillery to protect against the Holy Demon Empire's Warcraft Cavalry and Dragon Knights... The arsenal was under unprecedented pressure, and the production plan was changed again and again.
You must know that in a truly large-scale battle, as the number of troops on both sides continues to increase, the ammunition consumption will become an astronomical figure. During World War II, hundreds of millions of rounds of ammunition were consumed every day, and during the Vietnam War, it took 5,000 to kill each person.
Multiple bullets.
If this continues... even three years later, Chris will not have enough bullets to fight a war.
Because he could not guarantee that every unit had enough weapons and equipment, Chris could only focus on traditional training again. He had to let the troops train more and more, so that these troops would have some weapons after they ran out of ammunition and food.
Certain combat capabilities.
Unfortunately, when fighting against the Arant Empire and the Holy Demon Empire behind it, the only effect of this type of training is to embolden the soldiers. 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 unsure about the future battle with Alant. His troops were too small, and it would be troublesome to expand them. It was really a headache.
something.
What he lacks now is time, but there is no time for him to develop and grow steadily. After this winter, next year, a war will probably break out.
"Kill!" A mighty voice shouted again from the school grounds. Chris looked at these young faces expressionlessly, but what he was thinking about was the Arant Empire's move south.
