"Your Majesty, you should lead the 1st Regiment back to Serris immediately! With our troops in the south, we should be enough to cope with the counterattack of the Holy Demon Empire." Wilkes suggested: "If their counterattack intensity is not nearly as strong as it is now.
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"It can't be nearly as small. If the opponent still only mobilizes such a small number of troops, then the commander is out of his mind." Chris shook his head and said: "The route the opponent is most likely to choose is from the direction of the Higgs Kingdom.
Attack Siris directly."
"We cannot base our victory on the premise that the opponent's commander is out of his mind. We must be fully prepared. Only in this way can we ensure that we will not suffer losses in any direction!" Chris said here and looked towards
Wilkes.
"The six divisions we first formed have already entered Alante, and the only defense in the rear is the teaching regiment and the 7th and 8th divisions... This is indeed very dangerous." Wilkes looked at the map and said: "So the first
The return of the 1st Division to Serris is necessary."
"Actually, after we have been south for so many days, the 9th and 10th divisions in Serris should have been formed. Their weapons should also be fully equipped." Chris counted the time and said to Wilkes: "
I will lead the 1st Division to the north, and then order the 10th Division to go south to help you stabilize the defense line."
"There is no need to send the troops south. We still have General Waggron's 2nd Division as a reserve force, and at least ten garrison regiments as reserves and reinforcements. They are capable of fighting." Wilkes shook his head.
At this moment, the door to the room was pushed open from the outside.
"Your Majesty! Cisse, the commander of the Prairie Empire, wants to see you." An officer came in and reported the news that the commander of the Prairie Cavalry asked to see Chris: "They said they were going to return to the Prairie Empire, and they wanted to see you before returning.
one side."
"Are they so eager to talk to us about compensation? I know they suffered heavy losses this time. Almost one-fifth of their troops were annihilated by the Dragon Knights..." Chris smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Shake your head.
"I think, as an ally, it would be better for you to meet these cavalry from the grassland. At least, we need to know how much money they want." Wilkes advised Chris.
"Okay! I'll just meet them and let General Cisse come in. I'll wait for him here." Chris ordered helplessly.
Bourjos walked out, and soon a middle-aged officer wearing traditional armor followed him in. He had the traditional hairstyle of the Prairie Empire and an unevenly trimmed beard.
He walked in front of Chris, then suddenly knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and performed the most noble greeting ceremony of the prairie people: "His Majesty, the great Emperor of Airan Hill! Your most loyal friend on the prairie, Cisse, salutes you!
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"..." Being a little overwhelmed by the scene in front of him, Chris took a long time to realize that the other party was expressing his respect to him, and then he said: "General Cisse, please get up! I can gain your friendship.
I am very happy."
At this point, he paused, and after the other party stood up, he continued: "But you seem to have called me wrong. I am not the emperor of Elanthir, I am still just the Grand Duke."
"Your Majesty! I have seen the results of your victory with my own eyes. There are still giant horse corpses and broken magic armor in the wilderness. If you can defeat the army of the Holy Demon Empire, you are already the greatest monarch of the mortal empire!"
After Cisse stood up, he explained to Chris.
He looked at Chris as if he were looking at his most admired idol: "I have completed my mission and will return to the grassland with my troops tomorrow. Every warrior on the grassland will remember your greatness and generosity!
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"Your trade has changed the barren status of the grassland empire, so that we no longer need to rely on robbery to feed our children, so everyone on the grassland will be your friend!" After saying this, Cisse
He nodded in greeting and then respectfully exited Chris' room.
Chris looked at Wilkes beside him and shrugged: "I thought he came to me to ask for a commission."
"As time goes by, you will see how far-reaching the impact of Maritsa's battle is." Wilkes said to Chris: "There will be countless people fighting for you and praying for you... It won't work.
How long will it take before you can get everything you never thought of before?"
"I hope so!" Chris felt that this matter could be used. After thinking about it, he looked at Bourgeois and said, "Since this battle will have such a huge influence, we should take advantage of it.
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"I announce that the city of Maritsa has officially been renamed Dragonfall City! This is a great city where countless dragons have fallen!" Chris said with a smile: "I want people all over the world to know that there once was a dragon here.
A great army, a mortal army that can defeat an army of magic!"
Bourjos felt that his hair was standing on end. His battle would be recorded in the annals of history because of this name change, and Dragonfall City would become a "holy place" in the hearts of mortals because of its defeat of the Magic Empire.
"Another thing is that starting from today, all offensive operations will be stopped and the defense line will be reduced as much as possible. This is what all troops must do!" Chris continued to order after announcing that Maritsa was renamed Dragonfall City.
road.
The large amounts of ammunition carried by the Irish troops heading south have been almost used up, and many troops are waiting for supplies to be shipped from the rear. These supplies can only replenish their ammunition consumption, and cannot support Chris anymore.
An expanded war.
In fact, shortcomings in logistics supply have always existed, and the pressure on rear production is indeed a headache. There are more and more new weapons, and the output of ammunition will naturally be greater.
With the popularity of revolvers, the demand for pistol bullets is increasing. Because of the intention to promote submachine guns, the production of pistol bullets has been expanding, which also takes up a lot of raw materials.
At the same time, the production quantity of rifles has also increased. The number of troops to be equipped with Mauser 98k rifles is ten times that before. Almost all infantry regiments need Mauser 98k rifles, and the weapons that have been eliminated due to training consumption also need to be replenished.
Some of the new weapons were even exported. About 1,000 Mauser rifles that had been replaced due to training wear and tear were exported to the Grassland Empire. The cattle and sheep exchanged for these new weapons allowed the meat canning factory in Ireland to start production at full speed.
I canned my own beef and mutton.
Supporting an army of 200,000 or more is not an easy job. The provision of weapons, equipment and materials is a very delicate and meticulous job. Now, no matter what kind of weapons, it is very important to the soldiers of Elanthir.
Machine gun carriages are in urgent need of every unit, and the produced weapons are basically distributed to newly formed units. Although the machine gun production line has expanded its production capacity after expansion, this type of weapon is still in short supply.
As the number of machine guns and rifles increases, there is another problem with the supply of bullets. Dozens of bullet factories are now producing day and night, and they still cannot meet the consumption and training needs of the front line.
What is even more depressing is that as production continues to expand, raw materials are also in short supply. Due to the rapid construction of railways, the demand for steel is also constantly expanding. Now Ireland's steel production capacity has begun to increase again.
Being stretched thin.
The reserve of raw material copper is infinitely close to zero. Even if the copper mines in the Prairie Empire and Tubao and other places are desperately supplying, they still cannot meet the needs of production. Synthetic rubber can only barely maintain the type of raw materials required by industrial civilization.
There are too many, so many that people always focus on one thing and miss the other.
This means that winning the war has brought unlimited benefits. Otherwise, Elland Hill's economy would have collapsed on its own without anyone else having to do anything.
In addition, due to the constraints of transportation capacity, the supplies in the rear are piled up like mountains, but the supplies on the front line are never enough. The consumption on the road is so much that it makes people laugh or cry. To transport one carriage of ammunition to the front, another carriage of feed is required...
"Next time, our war cannot be fought like this! We will open new factories in Naaru, Dragonfall City, and Volavo to increase production capacity... and we will also lay more railways to save transportation links.
consumption!" Chris summed up a few words angrily, and then ended such a victorious summary meeting.
On the same day, he left Dragonfall City with a regiment and returned to Seris. Without the excitement of defeating the Magic Empire, nor the joy of winning the war, he embarked on the road home worriedly.
On the other side, three giant dragons landed outside a magnificent castle. Knight Commander Ildo jumped off the back of the dragon and quickly walked into the gate of the castle. On both sides of the huge wooden door, the guards looked at Feng Chen strangely.
Ildo looked a little embarrassed. I didn't know why he looked like this.
Ildo ignored their gazes and went straight to the door of Consul Joseph Bakalov. Without even bothering to straighten his clothes, he opened the huge door.
"Sir! General Moss ordered me to send news from the front line!" Ildor walked up to Joseph Bakalov, knelt down on one knee, held up General Moss's letter, and reported the report loudly.
"Why are you so embarrassed?" Putting the young dragon hanging on his arm to his feet, Joseph Bakalov stood up, walked to Ildo, took the letter from his hand, and read it
Looking at the dusty Ildo, he asked majestically.
"Mortals have developed new weapons... My dragon knights suffered heavy losses..." Ildo did not dare to hide it and spoke of his losses: "I only brought back 3 of the 25 dragon knights."
