102 Peace is precious

"Do you think our dragon knights have brought nothing back to the Holy Demon Empire? We've got the guns your soldiers are equipped with in Maricha! ”

"I have to correct you, Mr. Archon Bakalov, it's no longer called Maricha, it's called Falling Dragon City."

"Hah! Where do you dare to call it Falling Dragon City? On the battlefield in the west, we risk losing hundreds of dragon knights at a time! ”

"I know that, but I like the name, so I'll use it for now."

"Humph! Let's not talk about the name! We're talking about weapons now! Your kind of weapon, called a gun, we have actually studied it. ”

"Although most of them were destroyed by Long Yan, a small number of them were still brought back to the Holy Demon Empire! We already know how this weapon works, it's subtle, and that's why I'm here alone. ”

"Then what are you talking about, go back and imitate, I can't sue you for infringing on my patent rights." Chris pulled up a word that Ellen Hill had been working on lately, and Desel almost burst out laughing.

This patent law was a joint idea of Irlanhill Military Industries and Imperial Industries, which they believed that Illanhill's knowledge had reached the point of invaluable value, so they believed that it should be more strictly protected.

They are actually monopolizing the right to use patents, after all, most of Illanhill's innovation comes from Chris's tech tree, so this patent law protects the large factory that holds Chris's technology.

However, everyone has selfish motives, and with the deliberate promotion of vested interests such as Desser, this law is now being revised. But Chris said it now, and he has a funny feeling of mocking the other party.

"Don't challenge our patience, if the Holy Demon Empire really wants to start a full-scale war with Elanhill, we can dispatch thousands of dragon knights at a time, you know that!" Bakarov was a little out of breath, when had he ever whispered so much to a mortal?

You know, he's in his own territory, and that's also a notoriously tyrant. It's just that he, a tyrant, is a more feared rational tyrant. He is brutal and powerful, but rarely shows his cruel side. Most of the time he used his brain to solve problems, otherwise he would not have sat in the position of consul of the eastern provinces of the Magic Empire.

"Hmm, but your Thousand Dragon Knights may not be able to capture my Seris City." Chris retorted with a smile.

With a gloomy face, Bakalov said coldly: "If I didn't need your knowledge!" I'll leave now! When the time comes, I will personally take the dragon knights to Iran Hill, and I will not attack any large cities, but will block your communications, slaughter your people, burn your farmland, and destroy your mines! ”

He saw Chris's dark face and continued, "Don't think you're the only one with a brain! We have been using dragon knights for thousands of years, and when bullying the weak, dragon knights are a weapon to destroy cities, and we naturally have other tactics when facing the strong. ”

For the first time, Chris has a new understanding of the natives of these other worlds, and the other party is obviously not a bunch of stupid people waiting for him, the protagonist, to conquer and slaughter. The other party also has its own wisdom and experience, and it has also developed and accumulated valuable wealth for thousands of years.

"But because you have to guard against the Eternal Empire, your thousands of dragon knights can't stay in the territory of mortals for long, can they?" Chris argued, "Dozens of days of wreaking havoc on us, you must leave!" ”

"So, do you have to fight to the death like this?" Bakarov thought for a while and said: "Isn't it good that you supply us with more advanced weapons and equipment, and we give you room for development?" ”

Frankly speaking, Chris is actually very interested in Bakalov's proposal, and others don't know, but Deser and he know that Iran Hill can't support a protracted war now.

Modern warfare needs the support of resources and productive forces. Chris was unable to produce enough ammo and weaponry for his consumption in a short period of time, so he was unable to go to full-scale war against the Holy Demon Empire.

On the other hand, it was the structure of Alan Hill's economy that constrained his decision-making. From the very beginning of its rapid development, Iran Hill has followed a deformed path of borrowing, which ends in expansion, using war to pass on the economic crisis at home.

Therefore, on this deformed path, it does not matter how much expansion wars are fought, because as long as there is money to be made in expansionary wars, the country's economy will not collapse. But when faced with the Magic Empire, Chris found that he could only fight defensively.

It's fateful, once the war doesn't end in a short time and spreads on its own soil, then Chris and his followers will not be able to repay those loans, and his country will go bankrupt and will be reduced from a savior to a deceiver.

Therefore, Chris really wants to make peace with the other party. All he wants is two years of peace of mind, and all he wants is to use these two years to annex other countries and level out his current borrowing economy.

"Tell me what kind of weapon you want." Chris made a listening face: "I also believe that peace is the most precious asset, and we should try to avoid war." ”

"You are such a wise monarch." Bakalov returned to a more peaceful state and said, "We need your ranged weapon, a weapon called a cannon that can shoot explosive ammunition, but only twice as powerful!" ”

Infantry guns of 75 mm caliber do not meet the requirements? The ground forces of the Eternal Empire are so difficult to deal with? Chris thought about it in his heart, he felt that if he provided a 130 mm caliber gun to the Holy Demon Empire, it would not seem to be an unacceptable thing.

Although it is possible that the other party has developed a lot of modern weapon technology as a result, after all, the other party cannot complete the ultimate evolution path alone. What made him more concerned was actually the level of force of the Eternal Empire, and he was weighing whether he had the ability to challenge an existence more powerful than the Holy Demon Empire.

Although Frentsberg told Chris about the Eternal Empire, Frentzberg was a great magician after all, he was not a warrior. Therefore, his understanding of the combat power of the Eternal Empire is not as good as that of the consul Bakarov, who has been to the front line.

Logically speaking, Bakalov's description of the Eternal Empire's combat power should be more accurate...... Wait a minute! Chris suddenly realized a serious problem. This world has always been the law of the west being strong and the east is weak, the easternmost mortals are the weakest, and the Holy Demon Empire is weaker than the Eternal Empire, so what about the west of the Eternal Empire?

He suddenly had an urge to laugh, it turned out that this world was a world like steps, and the closer to the west, the stronger it became. But now that the lowest step, the Mortal Realm, has risen, this pyramid-like structure is almost gone.

After thinking about it, Chris felt that there was no need for him to hand over more advanced weapons to the Holy Demon Empire, he just needed to give the other party some weapons that were more in line with the other party's requirements. Thinking of this, Chris groaned for a moment and pulled a famous weapon out of his mind.

"I can give you a cannon that is more powerful than the artillery we use now, but because the shells are larger, the weight is very exaggerated, and the cost of shells is greater." Chris's face doesn't change color when he lies.

Bakarov is not an easy character to deceive, he shook his head and said: "Don't lie to me with the method of deceiving the Arant! I want to compare it myself and receive it when I am satisfied! I understand the principle of this weapon, so you'd better not play any tricks. ”

"......" He actually made up the class before he came...... I even have to inspect the goods in person! I haven't had time to equip a larger caliber gun yet! Buddy! Chris complained inwardly.

But he didn't think there was anything wrong with that. After all, as long as he completes the mechanization of the troops and equips them with large-caliber howitzers or howitzers, it will only be a matter of minutes.

Now the bottleneck restricting the large-caliber artillery of Irlanhill is the lack of production capacity and transportation capacity of the pit father, and it is not a technical lag at all, if it is not for the fact that the 75 mm caliber infantry gun is still enough for the time being, Chris would have been on the 105 caliber cannon a long time ago.

Until today, Iran Hill had been desperately trying to produce more anti-aircraft guns. The pressure of air defense was in front of them, and the ground forces had sufficient firepower with the support of rifles and machine guns, so the development of infantry artillery stalled.

Now the Holy Demon Empire has higher requirements, which are just used to expand the production capacity of artillery. Chris nodded, and agreed to Bakalov's request: "You can send someone here, or you can supervise it yourself, and we will provide our existing artillery for comparison until it meets your requirements." ”

"Also, I want 1,000 of your guns, finished products, for testing. If the conditions are met, I will purchase 100,000 of these weapons from you. Lion Bakarov opened his mouth.

"100,000 sticks...... OK! Chris didn't refuse, but his price was very insidious: "Five knowledge balls for a rifle!" Fair price. ”

"Ahem, ahem!" Hearing this offer, Frenzberg choked on saliva, and he coughed incessantly for a long time before he stopped in embarrassment. His cough caught Bakalov's attention, making him realize that there might be something wrong with the price.

So, the archon thought about it and gave a price that he thought was reasonable: "1 stick...... Step, rifle! Two orbs of knowledge! ”

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"Four!" Chris bargains.

"Three!" A little impatient, Bakalov compromised.

"Deal!" The smirking Grand Duke of Iran Hill made the final decision.