"It's so beautiful..." In the Lord's Mansion of Mayne City, Lord Ensel was rubbing his hands and looking at ten identical chairs.
"Do you think this was done by the boy from the Elanthir family in Serris City?" He reached out and touched the glorious paint surface, and asked the businessman next to him with incomparable greed.
"Yes! Sir! I spent 20 silver coins on each chair. It is indeed produced by Seris. I confirmed it many times." The businessman replied respectfully.
Seris has a new woodworking technology, which makes the Lord of Ensel salivate. He hopes to get this technology to make himself richer.
"And these beautiful fabrics..." After looking at the tables and chairs, Ensel looked at the fabrics again. His hands were caressing the soft fabrics, as if he were caressing his lover's body.
It was an indescribably beautiful feeling, almost like a lover taking off his clothes to seduce him. Ensel even forgot to speak. He just looked at the rainbow-like fabrics, admiring them selflessly.
Finally, the greedy city lord stepped out of his own little world and withdrew his gaze from those gorgeous fabrics. He finally looked like a superior person.
"Very good... very good!" He nodded pretendingly and looked at the general beside him: "If we attack Siris, what are our chances of winning?"
As soon as he heard his city lord ask this question, the general knew that he was thinking of provoking a war. So he pondered for a moment and answered: "There is about a 70% chance of winning."
Although Siris's soldiers are elite, possess the special product of iron, and have superior armor and weapons, the opponent has too many directions to defend.
"We only need to defend in two directions, but they need to defend in four directions. Although there are many troops, they need to be dispersed... This is our advantage." The general also had two brushes, and gave a plan that looked very feasible.
attack plan.
"We took the lead in gathering troops, and then suddenly launched an attack on the border! Seris City was caught off guard, and it will inevitably suffer heavy losses." He did not pin his victory on his own troops, but wanted to prolong the war and look forward to the participation of other forces:
"When our attack is effective and the opponent has to retreat to Seris Castle, forces in other directions will take advantage."
Everyone knows how money and silk can move people's hearts. After hearing the plan from his general, Lord Ensel immediately felt that it was a feasible plan.
At that time, as long as he distributes the benefits to the lords in other directions, then the Arant Empire will probably not mobilize troops to care about such trivial matters.
As long as he carries the 1,000 gold coins tax tribute from Seris City, the Yalant Empire will not suffer any loss. If he is willing to pay an additional 300 gold coins, his position may be improved.
Thinking of this, Ensel could no longer hold his breath: "Call all the soldiers! Find a way to arm those farmers! I will personally lead the army to attack Seris!"
"Your Majesty, you are wise! Such fine craftsmanship...those craftsmen should belong to me, Mayne!" On the other side of Ensel, his confidants praised with a sly smile.
"Send a message to Lord Greer of Ferry City! Lend him 500 elite soldiers! As long as you capture Seris City, you will share half of the benefits with him!" Ensel, who felt that his strength was not enough, made what he thought was a safe move.
decision.
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Chris on the other side was sitting on a high platform looking at the first-generation artillerymen training in the distance, and he couldn't hide the joy on his face.
After making two prototypes, he improved the design drawings and used cumbersome methods of pure manual work and mechanical assistance to create 20 more advanced artillery pieces.
Because of the more powerful smelting formula, the blacksmiths under Chris mixed the new steel with the special material ferrous iron to forge a powerful modern artillery barrel.
Coupled with the application of rifling technology, the new artillery adopts a series of new technologies such as rear-loading and fixed-loading ammunition. The shells also use touch-type explosive fuses, which suddenly increase the power by dozens of times.
Compared with the 1880-style artillery that Des saw, the weapons in Chris's hands now have almost reached the level of around 1900, almost as advanced as the artillery from the First World War era.
Chris has improved the artillery mount these days and installed a hydraulic retraction device, suddenly making the artillery in his hand the prototype of a modern artillery.
It is precisely because of the inexhaustible technical experience in his mind that the weapons in his hands have developed by leaps and bounds.
20 90mm caliber howitzers, with a range of 7 kilometers, are powerful and can be loaded quickly. Whether it is a field battle or a siege, these artillery can provide very powerful fire support for the troops.
In order to serve these artillery pieces, Chris personally selected 50 soldiers among the veterans for training, and passed on knowledge such as modern artillery dispatching and command through make-up lessons.
What restricts Chris' crazy expansion of the army now is the basic knowledge of his men and the shortage of industrial equipment. He even has the design drawings of the American F22 fighter jet in his mind, but unfortunately he doesn't even have an electric machine tool...
Artillery and shells manufactured using the most traditional methods already possess powerful power beyond this era, but Chris knows in his heart that at this moment, he is still far from being able to withstand the consumption and destruction of war.
At this moment, he was just like the Eighth Route Army during the Anti-Japanese War. The industrial foundation was too weak and he could only barely solve problems, unable to support a protracted and large-scale war.
For him now, there is good news: after all, other countries in this era do not even have such an industrial foundation!
"Range 40! Loading completed!" On the artillery position in the distance, the commanding officer waved the small flag in his hand and shouted the command loudly.
The soldiers who repeatedly practiced loading with solid training shells made of iron blocks, panting, pulled the heavy shells out of the barrel and began preparations for the next loading.
Artillery shells were too expensive, and the number of people needed for artillery was also considerable. Among the 500 recruits recruited by Chris, 400 were specially trained for artillery.
Each cannon is manned by 10 soldiers, including 1 commander, 1 gunner, 3 operators, 3 loaders, and two people responsible for pulling the carriage.
In addition to these 10 soldiers, there are another 10 soldiers who follow as substitutes. They have no operational tasks and are only responsible for learning so that they can be used in the future expansion of artillery.
"Sir, the news I just sent is that all the special carriages prepared for these cannons have been manufactured. Now these cannons can fully keep up with the marching speed of the cavalry." Waggron walked up to the high platform and delivered good news.
As a person who knows the future of industry, Chris prepared carriages for the entire army in order to allow the entire army to move quickly. In this way, he had a fast and mobile army that could quickly rush to the direction of the crisis.
His artillery had a four-horse carriage for every five people, responsible for transporting the horses' provisions, shells, tents, and tools... while the standard infantry also had a carriage for transportation, and every ten people rode a carriage.
Because he spent a lot of gold coins, Chris's "mobile army" was quite luxurious. He prepared 100 carriages of various types to give the entire army "wheels".
"Now, no matter which direction a problem occurs, we can immediately send 500 cavalry and 500 infantry to that direction." After twenty days of hard work, Chris breathed a sigh of relief. He is now ready to deal with the future.
Fighting can be regarded as having the power to protect one's wealth.
"There have been some changes in the castle recently, and the barbarians in the north seem to be interested in us." After reporting the good news, Wageron told Chris some not-so-good news.
The wealth is not revealed, Seris's wealth has aroused the covetousness of surrounding forces, this situation is not good, the peace in front of him is more and more like the calm before the storm.
"Send 100 more soldiers to the north! Increase the border guard force to 300! We must make our attitude clear! We cannot show weakness in this regard!" Chris ordered with a frown.
"Yes! Sir!" Waggron also felt a mountain of pressure. In addition to the 500 new troops created by Chris, the 300 soldiers were almost all the troops they could mobilize now.
If the northerners make any further moves, Siris will need to dispatch cavalry and new troops to the northern border. For Chris, who does not have many mobile troops, this is definitely not good news.
"In addition, Mr. Deser did not break his promise. He paid the taxes and tributes of the Alante Empire for us. The tax envoy of the Alante Empire just sent us the tax payment certificate and praised us for our active tax payment attitude." Wag
When Long mentioned this matter, he felt a little hurt.
Seeing Wageron's expression, Chris laughed: "Hahahaha, the tax envoy is so reasonable, Strider has spent a lot of money, right?"
"When the tax envoy left, a whole carriage was loaded with the most expensive purple cloth." Wagron complained angrily.
"It's not expensive! As long as the Arant Empire doesn't put pressure on us, the money will not be wasted!" Chris, who had already felt the pressure of defense, smiled and waved his hand.
What he lacks now is not money, but time for development and defense forces. If these problems can be solved, then it will definitely be cost-effective to spend something.
"One last thing... Sir, the parts you asked for yesterday have been made... Mr. Chris from the blacksmith asked me to bring a message saying that the steam engine is ready to be assembled." Wageron seemed to have remembered something.
He spoke again.
"Let these artillerymen continue training! Seize the time! What we lack now is time!" Chris stood up, patted Wageron on the shoulder and ordered: "After all, there is more good news than bad news, and this is the best.
News!”
After saying that, he walked off the platform, got on his horse and ran towards the factory.
