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The cost of training a mage is prohibitive, and the class itself is quite brittle, making it unsuitable for regular use as a regular class, and occasionally being sent out on missions at unusually critical junctures. Most of the time, mages are more like ace spies in charge of wet and dry work than soldiers who charge into battle.

It often takes a dozen or even decades for a good mage to really come in handy, and it is likely that it will only take a few minutes to lose them on a dangerous battlefield, what is the essential difference between this and the countries of the Old World melting high-precision CNC machines to make cannonballs? It's not worth the loss at all!

For example, at the end of World War II, the exhausted footbasin chicken was faced with the dilemma of depleting the domestic military resources, and the military department simply broke the jar and conscripted college students into the army, and many people did not notice that a detail was the key. The college students who received the enlistment notice and were called up to the front were all liberal arts students majoring in law, literature, and history, and there was no news of forced conscription until the footpot chicken ate two poached eggs and declared defeat. Therefore, when the footbasin chicken completed the miracle of the post-war economic rise on the ruins of a scorched earth after the war, things became easy to understand, it doesn't matter if the bald eagle godfather blew up the plant equipment, as long as the talents who know how to build the factory and restore production are still alive, it is naturally a qiēok!

With the vision and life experience of the old and new worlds, even in the most tense and tragic moments of the battle, Luo Zhengdao was not crazy enough to consider throwing the two mage advisors on the battlefield. That's right, the magic thing is very gorgeous and magical, but it's a pity that it's far less cheap and easy to get than cannons, not to mention that the combat power of the two of them is not worth mentioning, and they can't reverse the defeat when they are really exhausted.

The blazing gaze swept over the subordinates with different expressions, and Luo Zhengdao, who usually likes to laugh, straightened his face at this time and said in a deep voice:

"Ahem, I have decided to establish two new institutions, one is called the General Staff and the other is called the Military Academy, do you have any opinions?"

Zola Hegel turned his head to look at his colleagues who were thinking about it, and he was the first to say:

"Your Excellency, what is the purpose of these two new departments?"

Hearing this, Luo Zhengdao smiled tiredly, supported his chin with one hand, and said:

"Hehehehe, of course there are many uses, and it takes time and the hard work of all of you to be effective."

There is no doubt that as a hardcore descendant, the instructions issued by the leader are understood to be carried out, and those who do not understand must be understood in the process of implementation. Faure Chopin immediately stood up and expressed his support for Luo Zhengdao, and said loudly:

"Lord Earl, you said it is very important, please tell us what needs to be done, and we will definitely support your decision."

After explaining to his subordinates the composition and purpose of the two new institutions, Luo Zhengdao then began to consider the right manpower, he raised his hand and pointed at the quartermaster, and then said to the boatswain:

"Old Pop, you are in charge of the formation of the General Staff. Zola, put down your work these days and give it to others, and you will be responsible for the formation of the military academy. ”

Hearing this, Haile Pop did not say anything, and Zola Hegel could not help jumping to his feet, and he propped up the conference table with both hands, and said with a red face:

"What? Are you kidding? I can't even spell a few words, and you asked me to set up the academy? To teach students how to cut people? ”

Seeing this, Luo Zhengdao couldn't help laughing, nodded again and again and said:

"The military academy pays attention to practical subjects, and being good at cutting people is, of course, a practical course, and cultural classes can be taught by others. Zola! ”

Even Zola Hegel was a little embarrassed to hear that he was praised in public, he touched his head and laughed dryly, and said:

"Hehehehe, that's right!"

At this time, Luo Zhengdao restrained his smile, stood up and said:

"Our war with the goblins will continue, don't let up, it's a long war, adjourn!"

The palace and the senate are located on seven hills, and the night view of the goblin capital is even more splendid than that of the human imperial city built on the plains, relying on military plunder to pocket most of the wealth accumulated by human dynasties for thousands of years, and then amassing wealth from human commoners, even the lowest-ranking goblin families can be classified as middle class.

At nightfall, the street lamps lit on both sides of the street are like a fire dragon, winding from the bottom of the hill along the road to the heights, and under the cover of this endless prosperity is the heavy labor of tens of millions of human slaves, who have to work under the whip until late at night, get up before dawn to continue work, and can only eat two meals a day, the quality is not much better than the feed of livestock, this is the fate of being a slave of the country.

While militarism advocates a tilt of resources toward armaments, that any problem should be resolved violently, and that rest and pleasure are unacceptable depravity, the goblins are relatively tolerant of warriors who have just emerged from the bloody killing vortex. Those soldiers have already shed their blood and died for the country, isn't it reasonable to take a little rest?

“…… Is Zheti Hakusan dead? Why am I still alive......"

In this tavern, which was open until late at night, the drunken Modo Black Water poured various alcoholic drinks one after another, and its gray face was almost as ugly as a dead man. For the big goblins, who have always valued the honor of the military, the two paths of defeat and death are in front of them at the same time, and they prefer to choose the latter. Now, the big goblin commander can't help but face the fact that his old enemy has probably sacrificed his life for the country, and he has suffered the great humiliation of defeat but has brazenly survived.

The goblin lieutenant, who had been silently drinking beer, watched Modo Black Water pour himself down like this, and he couldn't help but persuade:

"Your Excellency Commander, please drink less, we have come to the Imperial Capital this time to report the battle situation to the military headquarters, and Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief will receive you tomorrow, drinking like this will delay things."

After the remnants of the defeated goblin fleet entered the inland waterway, Modo Blackwater, who was holding the lead of the team, was never able to lift his spirits again, and lived almost all day with a wine bottle. Fall asleep when you're drunk, wake up and continue to drink, even goblins who aren't familiar with it can see that Modo Blackwater is really decadent this time, isn't it pretending, isn't it the legendary mourning more than heart death?

"I'm not drunk! I'm not drunk......"

The majestic goblin commander was unsurprisingly dragged back to the post station by the adjutant like a dead dog, and when he made an appointment the next morning, Modo Blackwater, who was still not fully conscious, stood in front of the chief of the military department, his sluggish expression could only be described as facial paralysis. He was already dissatisfied with the results of the battle, and when he saw this dead appearance of it, His Excellency the Chief Commander, who was doubly angry, was about to go berserk.

"What kind of report is this?"

With a "snap", he threw the report written on the parchment directly into the face of Modo Blackwater, and loudly rebuked his subordinates for his incompetent military chief, whose face was not much better than that of the big goblin commander who had been drinking heavily for days, and slapped the table indignantly and said:

"Modo, remember that you are a goblin soldier, not a gambler. Losing and winning on the battlefield are normal results, and we must calmly accept defeats and learn from them, and look for the next opportunity to defeat our opponents. Look what you've become, like a leper dog with a broken back. ”

After being scolded, Modo Blackwater finally cheered up at this time, and said weakly:

"I'm sorry, sir!"

"I'll give you three hourglasses of time now, go take a shower and change your clothes at once, and report back when you're fully awake."

"Yes, sir!"

After spending two hours in the bathroom, the reinvigorated Modo Blackwater reappeared, and there were many more figures in the palatial office of the military chief, who was as spacious as a hotel banquet hall, and they were all the backbone of the Goblin Second Emperor's ** team. When the big goblin commander strode into the office, even though his military boots did not make any noise on the intricately decorated soft carpet under his feet, he could not help but become the focus of the attendees' attention at first.

With his right hand striking the shiny forged steel cuirass, the goblin commander said loudly:

"Your Excellency, the Acting Commander of the Raiding Fleet, Modo Blackwater, has come to report for duty!"

The noncommittal military chief raised his eyes to look at Modo Heishui and said:

"Please describe the course of the battle."

"Yes, when our current pirate fleet tried to break through the blockade at noon, they began to harass the first wave of air raids in the morning......"

Halfway through the oral report, the chief of the military department suddenly interrupted Modo Heishui's narration and said:

"Wait a minute, you said the pirate fleet uses a lot of new weapons? Where did these new weapons come from? Haven't we blocked the trade lanes of Wake Reef? When did the Yaling Empire deliver weapons to Will Needham? ”

At the mention of this question, Modo Blackwater said that he was innocent, and the military chief was obviously not satisfied with the answer, and before he could explain the difficulty, another goblin boss interjected:

"No, the kind of battleship covered in iron armor is even more terrifying, our battleship is no match for pirates at all, this news is terrible."

The bigwigs who were watching also joined in the discussion, and Modo Heishui, who was not qualified to participate in the discussion process, had to stand there with an embarrassed expression, waiting for the military chief to give further instructions, but it seemed that this noisy scene like a vegetable market would continue for a long time, and it was estimated that for a while and a half, it would not be necessary to expect His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief to take the time to consider his position and whether he would stay or not.

After a few minutes, the commander-in-chief of the military department finally remembered the big goblin commander, waved his hand and said:

"Alright, Modo Blackwater, go back and rest! During this time, they were not allowed to leave their residences without authorization, and they were ready to wait for summons and questioning from the military headquarters. ”

"Yes, sir."

Regardless of the objective reasons, the plan to besiege Wake Reef had once again failed shamefully, and needless to say, the Goblin Navy's losses would be ruined, and the already low morale would be even worse. Thus, the troubles of Modo Blackwater have just come to an end, and the troubles of the goblin bosses have just begun, and the questions they will face are much more severe than the farce of this vegetable market.