Sitting on a sofa in the hall of the king's suite, Ryan met with Kislev Ugor Archer Marshal Beria Gulag.
Originally, Ryan should not meet Beria here, because the King's Suite is Ryan's private area on the Landuin. Except for Olica and Veronica, anyone who comes in needs to be notified. Even if something happens, Ryan
I would also prefer to be in a meeting room on the deck or cabin
and receiving visitors in the restaurant, but obviously Ryan was in a good mood today, and Beria took the initiative to express his allegiance, which changed the relationship of the Ugor horse archers under him from an employment relationship to a subordinate relationship, which made Ryan
I felt that I needed to meet with him privately.
Previously, Captain Ivan, who was tall, had rough features, and had deep-set eyes, gave Ryan the impression of a typical Kislev soldier. General Ivan had always only focused on the military, and his life was relatively simple.
Ivan rarely leaves the residence that Lane has arranged for the Ugor horse archers. Except for turkey, beef and vodka, Ivan rarely leaves.
Will consume luxury goods, and he even always misses his Ugor compatriots in the north of the Linsk River. At the end of every year, General Ivan will use part of his salary to exchange for supplies and send people to Eritrea.
Runglad was given to the Ugor tribe in the north so that these compatriots on the front line of fighting the chaos could get help and survive another winter.
However, unlike General Ivan who had died in battle, Beria gave Ryan the impression that he was more of a scholar and bureaucrat than a general. He had a face that was relatively delicate and handsome judging from Mrs. Keesler alone.
At around forty years old, he is already slightly bald and has a ridged nose.
A pair of frameless round lenses. When he opened his eyes wide, it was difficult for Ryan to distinguish the man in front of him from a nomad's child, a Prager construction engineer, and a former retinue and general of the Hussars Felix.
Former member of Kislev's NKVD.
There are two glasses of kvass on the cherry wood table. This drink from Kislev has a unique aroma of fermented malt milk and hops. It is brewed by fermenting bigleba rusks and has a color similar to that of beer.
Red in color, moderately sweet and sour.
"It's delicious and interesting. This is the first time I've tasted this drink called kvass. It's like wine but not alcohol. It's interesting." Ryan sat on the sofa chair, while Olica straightened herself up and put on her black face.
With silky legs, standing behind Ryan, the king said meaningfully: "If Admiral Ivan is like a bottle of hot vodka, then Captain Beria, are you this kind of mellow-flavored kvass?"
"Your Majesty Ryan is so complimentary." Beria bowed his head extremely humbly and respectfully. Although the Ugor man was sitting, half of his body was actually leaning on the side opposite Ryan, which made his position on the sofa
Sitting incorrectly and somewhat impolitely, as if to emphasize his identity, Beria wore his own standard military uniform made by a Britannia textile factory: "I just thought His Majesty might like it."
"That's it." Ryan nodded slightly and picked up the mug casually: "If it's just a drink, I can keep drinking it. Why didn't you bring vodka?"
"Compared to kvass and vodka, my lord, I prefer Brittany's wine. If possible, can I have the opportunity to get drunk with you before we stop?" Beria proposed very sincerely and humbly.
own request.
"If there is a chance." The King of Knights drank the drink calmly, and Orica brought over the exquisite desserts.
Beria knew that some of his meaning had been conveyed to the king in a very obscure way, so he immediately took the initiative to get to the point: "Your Majesty, the thing is like this, you know, the Ugor Horse Archers during this great expedition
The loss is not small, so when I return to the country, please allow me to take my people back to Kislev and summon more Ugor horse archers to serve you."
"Call more?" Ryan immediately caught the key words in Beria's words. He asked with a half-smile: "How many people do you plan to call?"
"How many people will your Majesty allow me to summon?" Beria immediately withdrew and asked the question to Ryan.
"I'm asking you questions, not you asking me questions." Ryan said calmly.
"If possible... Your Majesty, I would like to expand the Cavalry into a legion of one thousand people." Beria was thrown off the rhythm by Ryan's words, but the biggest taboo in this kind of question and answer in front of the king is that it is too long.
There was silence for a while, and the captain of the cavalry knew that he had to provide some useful information: "I have a way, Your Majesty, but I think I have to get your approval. I need some appropriate appointments...an appointment from you, as well as appropriate goods.
Exclusive license.”
"Goods exclusive license? What kind of goods exclusive license do you want?" Ryan narrowed his eyes.
His feeling was indeed correct. This Ugor man named Beria was more like a bureaucrat than a soldier.
"Food, textiles and daily necessities, of course, it would be better if there are some other things, such as... dwarf equipment, medicine." Beria whispered: "This will help me, no, us,
Help us gain more favor with Mrs. Keesler and win the favor of the Tsarina, my majesty."
"It's just conscription. It doesn't seem to be so troublesome, right? Mr. Beria?" The king said with some humor: "Ivan's prize has never been so troublesome."
"Yes, if your Majesty only needs to recruit troops, of course you don't have to go to such trouble, but... if I guessed correctly, your Majesty has already begun to plan to industrialize Britannia, right?" Beria asked cautiously,
He tried to sound as humble as possible: "Don't forget, Your Majesty, Kislev carried out industrialization twenty years ago."
"Haha...what can a failed industrialization mean?" Ryan sneered: "Kislev's industrialization was doomed to fail from the beginning."
"Yes, you are right. My Majesty, Kislev's industrialization will definitely fail from the very beginning." Beria nodded with conviction, and then he began to reveal his real plan: "Please
Listen to me for a moment, Your Majesty, can you let me finish?"
"Okay, go ahead." Ryan nodded slightly.
After the Great Holy War, the entire Kislev had been reduced to ruins under the hands of the second Chaos Eternal Chosen "Anointed One" Aissa Kuvar. The residents were massacred, and the Tsar's army, wealth, and power were no longer enough.
In order to rebuild the former glory of Kislev, Mrs. Kisler could only linger on her own land. To make matters worse, after the death of Tsar Romanov who fought against Chaos, he succeeded him as Tsar.
The real person is Katarina, the "bloody" Katarina. The true identity of this female czar is a female vampire of the Lahmian family. She carried out an extremely cruel and bloody rule and massacre of Kislev. Internal Affairs
The committee was established at that time. The female tsar ruled for more than a hundred years until her own son, Pavel, stepped forward and sealed Katerina in a block of ice, finally ending this terrible period.
history.
But Pavel was old, and he soon died without heirs. The position of Tsar fell into the hands of Vladimir Bokha. The new ruler finally decided to stand up and face the threat from the north.
Threatened, and he soon died on the battlefield as he wished.
The son of Vladimir Bokaha is the famous "Red Tsar" Boris Bokaha, the father of the current female tsar, Ice Queen Katalin. His deeds include rebuilding the Esun faith and vigorously introducing people from the empire.
Advanced technology and gunpowder weapons, emptying the tsar's treasury of all the money and treasures, vigorously carrying out infrastructure construction, rebuilding bridges, roads, towns, importing large amounts of black powder, and hiring imperial engineers.
Boris finally died in the Troll Kingdom at the end of the "Great Purge Campaign". This has been mentioned before and will not be repeated here. However, it is worth mentioning that although this tsar was great, he had no influence on the basics.
Slev's efforts to industrialize almost completely failed. In addition to shouldering staggering national debt and paying a huge price, all industrialization efforts and infrastructure construction went bankrupt with his death.
And Ryan was not surprised by this.
Industrialization is of course a shortcut to making a country rich and powerful, but rapid industrialization cannot be started immediately with a few words or a decree. It has several prerequisites. To summarize, they are roughly as follows.
A good agricultural foundation, sufficient large working capital, good technical guidance and professional talents, sufficient population surplus, and relatively abundant sources of raw materials.
Only with the above conditions, industrialization can become possible. This is not something that the monarch thinks so in his heart, then presses a button, and the entire country transforms instantly, and industrialization starts with a "whisk".
It also took Ryan more than ten years to prepare for industrialization. The southern part of Britannia has a good agricultural foundation. The Blood Dragon Ancestor and the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition brought him extremely generous funds. He signed an agreement with the Empire.
The Treaty of Friendship and Mutual Assistance can ensure technical guidance and training of professional talents from the empire, immigration from the empire and the serf household registration and redemption system ensure sufficient population surplus, and finally bring raw materials from the Gray Mountains and trade.
So the question is, what does Kislev have?
Agricultural basis? All the land in Kislev is covered with permafrost, and only a very small amount of land blessed by the ice witches can be cultivated. Where is the agricultural basis to support industrialization?
Sufficient large amount of liquidity? Even if the Tsarist royal family emptied every gold coin in its own funds and every treasure in its treasure house, it was not enough. Kislev himself could not even afford to raise a hussar.
In the final analysis, technical guidance and professional talents are also a matter of money, so we will not discuss them here.
Sufficient population surplus? It is no longer necessary to emphasize the dilemma faced by Kislev. With such terrible military pressure and extremely harsh geographical location, where can the population surplus come from? The Ugor people north of the Linsk River are happy.
If you don't go down, you will rush to become a mercenary!
So after all the calculations, we can only count it as close to the raw materials, but even the raw materials are basically controlled by the Greenskin Tribe in the Roof Mountains of the World, the Chaos Tribe and Greenskin Tribe in the Troll Kingdom, and the Ska in the Pit of Hell.
In the hands of the Ratmen and the Aislin tribe in the Mourn Mountains, why did Kislev prefer to lose 20,000 people before driving away the Aislin tribe? Wasn't it just to open up the trade route with Dulong City?
Therefore, Boris Bokahar's failure is inevitable, because Kislev simply does not have the conditions for industrialization.
"But there are a group of excellent engineers, workers, and scholars in Kislev. They are the precious legacy left in this industrialization and the most precious gift left by His Majesty Tsar Boris, but it is of no use to Her Majesty Katalin."
Well done to them, Your Majesty, an excellent Kislev engineer, his salary is actually two big Leba plus five dollars a day.
Copper coins, do you think this is ridiculous?" Beria said seductively: "We should not let the talents of these people go to waste in the ice and snow of Kislev. They deserve a better platform to display their talents, and they deserve a place.
A more decent job with better pay is worth living in a better house and a safe environment for your family.”
"Hehehe~" Ryan smiled, smiling very happily. The King of Knights touched his chin and said to Beria: "Is this talking about you? Mr. Beria, I remember you used to be Prager
Construction Engineers of the Society of Engineers.”
"No one wants to be alone all day long, relying on the glass of vodka after get off work every day." Regarding this question, Beria was very candid: "Your Majesty, this is the truth."
"Well..." Ryan understood this. Indeed, as Beria said, this group of engineers, workers, and scholars are the most valuable asset after the failure of Kislev's industrialization, but the female tsar Katalin is of no use at all.
Well and settled them.
In fact, it’s not Katalin’s fault. How poor has the Tsarist royal family become? So poor that even the Faberge eggs, which are national treasures, are sold for money! So poor that the Tsarina herself began to make magic weapons and magic scrolls by herself.
Sold out to the imperial electors!
If we can take over these engineers, workers and scholars, future industrialization can avoid many detours, and we can quickly obtain a high-quality population, but their requirements are very low, including bread and milk, higher wages and security.
environment, they can be satisfied.
Ryan was moved: "What do you want to do?"
"I need you to canonize me as the envoy of Britannia, give me a small elite guard, a military fund, and the exclusive right to sell goods. I can do it, believe me." Beria repeated himself.
requirements.
"Very good, I promise you, the decree will be issued after returning to China!" Ryan had already made up his mind.
Beria's body was trembling uncontrollably. The archer captain's hands were shaking slightly. He suppressed his excitement. Beria took a big sip of kvass and then whispered: "Your Majesty, the Tsarist Family Rules Keith
Loew has been here for so long that everyone has forgotten that it was once the land of the Ugor people."
"Huh?!" Ryan opened his eyes wide.
"The Bear God should give Kislev a tsar with a humble background, and a commander like Boris who can command the three armies! Kislev needs..."
"Is your kvass really just a soft drink? Why do I feel a little drunk? I didn't drink too much." Ryan said lightly: "I'm sorry, I was a little dizzy just now and I didn't hear clearly. Can you say it again?"
"Oh, no, it's nothing, it's not an important matter." Beria understood immediately. He smiled sarcastically, bowed his head respectfully, and then exited the room: "Sorry to bother you."
When Beria went out, Orica said sarcastically: "If you don't look at his appearance, Master, I think he is more like an ambitious Druchi noble."
"A dog, a dog that can bite, if used well, maybe it will really work."