Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0037 War Reserves
"Khan...are you going to let that rude guy go now?" After Strid left the hall, the minister in the robe looked at Nicholas Weiss and asked.
No one could be so rude in front of the Khan and leave alive. The brave warriors of the grassland who were frightened by the rifles all looked over at this moment, waiting for the Khan's order to rush out and skin Strid.
Nicholas Weiss waved his hand and ordered, "Come here! Drag the body out... Let's wait for some time and see. For the time being, don't go south to plunder the Northern County of the Vast Sea."
"Are we just going to surrender like this, Khan?" The minister in long robes frowned and asked unwillingly.
"Forget it? Forget it, it's actually nothing." Nicholas Weiss snorted coldly, then looked at his trusted minister and asked, "Who do we hate the most? Alante? No, our Grassland Empire has the biggest hatred against the Holy Demon Empire."
"Back then, our ancestors led 300,000 armored cavalrymen to the south, but what was the result? The dragon riders of the Holy Demon Empire easily shattered our dream of ruling Alante." Nicholas slowly walked back to his throne and reached out to touch the wolf head carving on it.
He turned around, looked at his generals and civil officials, and continued to ask: "You all think that we should not surrender, but I ask you, my warriors... do we still have the courage to go south and conquer Alante?"
After asking this question, the generals who had just clamored that Ailanhill must not be let go all lowered their heads.
The scene of a giant dragon breathing fire and charging through dense cavalry was painted on the walls of this hall. How could they dare to forget the despair and fear that was deeply rooted in their bones and blood?
"Since we have surrendered before, why can't we surrender again?" Nicholas sneered, his voice echoing throughout the hall: "If Ailan Hill is willing to trade with us and provide us with the necessities of life, why would we go to plunder?"
"If they can't keep their promise, how much time will it take for us to go south to rob them?" He sat back on his throne and said, "So we just have to wait, wait for a human emperor who is worthy of our trust to appear, or wait for a treacherous fool to reveal a flaw."
"Your Majesty is wise!" The leading minister in long robes bowed and praised: "We just need to wait. If Alante is not stupid, he will definitely conflict with Ailan Hill. The conflict between them is irreconcilable. As for us, we will only stand on the side of those who benefit us!"
"Your Majesty is wise!" All the generals and ministers bowed and praised loudly: "Long live the Khan!"
Amidst the overwhelming cheers, Nicholas Weiss narrowed his eyes. He knew he was gambling on whether Ailan Hill really had the courage and power to change the order of the world.
If Ailan Hill really succeeded, he would not mind helping Ailan Hill and using Ailan Hill's power to destroy the Prairie Empire's mortal enemy, the Holy Demon Empire. If Ailan Hill failed, he would not mind continuing to plunder southwards and returning to the old business of the Prairie Empire.
As for whether he would sit back and watch the rise of Elanhill, he really didn't care about this at all: the rising Elanhill would definitely conflict with the Alante Empire in the south, and who would be stronger would naturally become clear at that time.
The worst result is that Ailanthir defeats Alante, and then his grassland empire will not suffer any loss by forming an alliance with Ailanthir in advance... This is the true political strategy of a monarch, and his decision must be based on maximizing benefits.
Outside the hall, Strid, with his chin up, walked towards the post station with his followers without looking back. He knew that he had completed his mission this time, and the Grassland Empire could no longer threaten the north of Ailan Hill.
Once the dumping begins, countless materials will pour 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 Ailan Hill, and it will never be able to cause any trouble again.
As Ireland develops, its weapons and equipment will become more and more numerous and better. The 100,000 cavalrymen that the grassland empire is proud of will eventually disappear in the dust of history.
"Wait! We will be back soon..." Strid smiled knowingly as he recalled the time when he was waiting in the carpentry shed to buy tables, chairs and benches. At that time, he really didn't think that he would be able to become a foreign minister today.
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"Kill!" On the parade ground, thousands of soldiers who had just joined the army for a month were practicing assassination moves. Because time was tight, their combat skills were trained together with other skills such as formations.
It is different from the beginning. This time, because of the thorough preparation, every soldier is equipped with training uniforms and belts, and looks very heroic.
They all wore M42 steel helmets, stood under the scorching sun, sweating profusely while holding wooden training guns, and stabbed forward again and again. Their tactical movements were very simple, with only three movements: blocking, stabbing, and stabbing, which were coherent and easy to master.
Although many grassroots commanders believed that the possibility of close-range attacks by the enemy was very low after being equipped with rifles, the bayonet training link was still retained and even strengthened at the suggestion of Modler.
At the shooting training ground at the other end, soldiers who have been in the army for more than three months have to conduct shooting training every day - loading and unloading the empty gun a hundred times, and then shooting at the target twice, each time with one bullet.
This is the best training condition Chris can prepare . Even with overtime production every day, the arsenal cannot meet the increasing demand for bullets.
Originally, the shooting training requirement for more than 1,000 people was 2,000 rounds of ammunition per day. Since the use of assembly line machinery to produce bullets, the supply of 2,000 rounds of bullets per day has been met.
But now, Ireland Hill has expanded the grenadiers, and three regiments and 3,000 rifles are consuming bullets. If the cavalry regiment and the new infantry regiment that may be formed later are included, this will be a huge pressure for the arsenal that has just achieved semi-automatic production of bullets.
According to the plan of Chris, Wagron, Wilkes other generals, Ireland Hill should form 25 infantry regiments and more than 37,000 armed forces. To equip these 25 regiments, at least 500 cannons and 25,000 rifles are needed...
In addition, in order to deal with the threat from the Magic Empire, at least 10 anti-aircraft artillery regiments should be formed, and ensure that each infantry regiment has enough anti-aircraft weapons and flat-firing large-caliber artillery...
In addition to the bullets consumed in training, they also needed to reserve bullets for possible wars. According to Chris's conservative estimate, he would have to reserve at least 10 million bullets before the war with the Alante Empire to be on the safe side.
It was actually very difficult to accumulate so many bullets while consuming them. Moreover, these bullets were made of real money. If they were produced and piled up in the warehouse, it would be like squeezing out so much money in vain - it was painful to look at.
If we use this money to develop industry and invest it in other areas, we might be able to gain more benefits.
It's like playing a game. After collecting money, it's a decision and a choice whether to build troops or upgrade technology. Taking the risk of upgrading technology can give you overwhelming power in the later stages, but in the early stages you will risk being killed by the opponent.
However, blindly building up troops would cause the population and economy to take shape prematurely, and would delay the realization of their technological advantages until later - Chris felt that no matter what choice he made, he would not be satisfied.
What's even more depressing is that this number is an estimate based entirely on rifle consumption, and does not take automatic weapons into account. If Chris equips the troops with weapons such as machine guns a year later, this number may increase tenfold.
A full 100 million rounds or even more of bullets, and tens of thousands of artillery shells, to guard against the defensive artillery of the Holy Demon Empire's Warcraft Cavalry and Dragon Knights... The pressure on the arsenal was unprecedented, and the production plan was changed again and again.
You know, in a real large-scale battle, as the number of troops on both sides continues to increase, the consumption of ammunition will become an astronomical figure. During World War II, hundreds of millions of bullets were consumed every day, and during the Vietnam War, more than 5,000 bullets were needed to kill each person.
If this continues...even after three years, Chris won't have enough bullets to fight a war.
Because it was impossible to ensure that every unit had enough weapons and equipment, Chris could only focus on traditional training. He had to let the troops practice bayonet fighting more so that they would have a certain combat capability after running out of ammunition and food.
Unfortunately, when fighting the Alante Empire and the Holy Demon Empire behind it, the only effect of this kind of training was to give the soldiers courage. As for the actual effect, everyone knew that it did not exist.
Looking at the soldiers who were training seriously on the training ground, Chris still had no idea about the future battle with Alante. His troops were too small, and it was troublesome to expand them, which was really a headache.
What he lacks now is time, but there is no time for him to grow and develop in peace and stability. After this winter, a war is likely to break out next year.
"Kill!" A mighty . Chris looked at these young faces expressionlessly, but what he was thinking about was the southward march of the Alante Empire.
