"Here's 200,000." Zhang Cheng handed Liu Kuaizui a stack of large checks issued by the Daming Royal Bank: "You have served in the army, and you know the way to recruit people better than others. A month's salary was paid in advance, two silver dollars a day. With bright eyes, I want the best soldiers. Especially gunners, machine gunners and sharpshooters. Do you understand? ”

"Understood!" Liu Kuaizui nodded vigorously, "Boss, leave it to me!" ”

Now that he knows the sinister situation he may face, Zhang Cheng will definitely not sit idly by. It is imperative to expand our capabilities as much as possible. Those ordinary mercenaries recruited through the Governor's Mansion are too scummy in combat, and it is okay to fight a good fight, and it will be over when they really face a fierce battle. What is the strength of the Sardinians, Zhang Cheng has personally fought with them!

There are too many Chinese people begging for a living in the various colonies of Europa. Among them, there are many veterans who, like Liu Kuaizui, have served in the Royal Army. The elite of these people is Zhang Cheng's goal at the moment. Anyway, these veterans are better than the recruited mercenaries, right?

"If you have people, you still need weapons." watched Liu Kuaizui leave in a hurry with people. After Zhang Cheng muttered to himself in a low voice, he turned sideways and ordered He Laosan and Guan Kuo, "Let's go to Pfizer." ”

Zhang Cheng came to Pfizer to see Zhang Yao. He had in his hand a huge purchase contract worth nearly 50 million silver dollars! Now it's time to spend some of it.

"I'm here to buy something." In the reception room of Pfizer, Zhang Cheng glanced at the coffee cup that was still steaming and said softly.

"Yes." Zhang Yao nodded, leaned back in the chair, crossed his legs and looked at Zhang Cheng, with a sincere expression, "All the factories and companies of the Zhang family are open to you." As long as we have it, you can buy it. ”

Zhang Cheng has never been worried that the huge purchase contract in his hand will become invalid. There are too many people who know about this, how many pairs of eyes are staring at them? The larger the scale, the more important the reputation of the thriving families and consortia becomes. To their extent, fame is equivalent to the life of a consortium.

"I'm going to buy arms and something custom-made. A factory is also required. Zhang Cheng raised his eyelids and said in a low voice.

'Smack! Zhang Yao snapped his fingers, and the steward outside the door immediately walked in and stood aside respectfully.

"This is my Zhang family's steward in the London Concession. You can talk to him about anything you want. Zhang Yao stood up, tidied up his clothes, nodded slightly to Zhang Cheng, and turned around and left the reception room.

"Mr. Zhang." The middle-aged housekeeper with the smile of a professional manager sat opposite Zhang Cheng, chuckled and asked, "Is there anything that can help you?" ”

"Twenty-four seventy-five-mm field guns, seventy Maxim heavy machine guns, fifteen hundred Lee twenty-eight rifles, three thousand mines, three hundred Chicago typewriters, three hundred Winchester M1897s, and two hundred trucks." Zhang Cheng took a sip of his coffee cup, "All weapons must be equipped with an ammunition base of the battle share, including spare parts and maintenance tools. Artillery was to be equipped with additional tractors, and trucks were to be equipped with an additional share of fuel. There are also various medical kits for individual equipment and a field hospital capable of accommodating 200 wounded. ”

The reason for buying such a weapon was that Zhang Cheng knew that although Liu Yue said that he would supply it openly, he would inevitably kill the personnel of the Third Regiment to give it. In particular, heavy weapons are almost none.

As the king of the battlefield, artillery is the most important weapon in this era before the birth of tanks.

Even if Zhang Cheng was able to recruit more soldiers, he still only had one regiment in his hands. And too heavy artillery is also not suitable. Not to mention road traffic or anything, there are very few talents who can play with artillery of more than 100 mm caliber in the colonies. Twenty-four field guns were enough. The poor clanging Sardinians also had no heavy weapons.

Makqin was the most important infantry weapon of this era, and even a regiment of the regular Royal Army had only thirty-six. If Liu Yue can give Zhang Cheng ten points, it will be a joke.

Needless to say, mines are a weapon for defense in wartime. And the Chicago typewriter, that is, the Thompson submachine gun. There is also the Winchester M1897, a powerful melee decisive weapon. Zhang Cheng didn't know why the Royal Army wasn't equipped with these powerful weapons. These weapons, which are mostly used by gang members, are the most effective trench sweepers.

Speaking of which, it is necessary to briefly analyze the background of the war in this era. More than 100 years ago, when the United States was gaining independence, an Irish-American named Maxim invented the trench, an epoch-making work that changed the way warfare was conducted. The United States relied on its trenches to drive the Ming Expeditionary Force out of North America, thus winning independence. Stand.

At this moment, the tank has not yet been invented. In fact, the English, who had been driving out the Chinese and regaining their land, had secretly invented the 'water tank' in order to break through the troublesome trenches, but it was not yet time to take it out and use it.

The airplane has also risen into the blue sky early, with 20 years of development. But it is still far from reaching the point of becoming an independent army. At the moment, they are all attached to the army and navy, and their main role is reconnaissance.

There are too many things in this era that can make Zhang Cheng lead the world.

"I'm going to find a factory to produce this, and in twenty days I'll have to see thirty-six mortars. Also, I asked for the factory that produced it. Zhang Cheng took a thick stack of drawings from Guan Kuo's hand and handed them over.

"Huh~~~" After taking a big sip of coffee, Zhang Cheng stood up and nodded at the middle-aged steward, "Everything must be ready within twenty days." All expenses are deducted from the contract. I am looking forward to seeing the strength of the Zhang family. ”

"Mr. Zhang." The middle-aged steward also stood up and looked at Zhang Cheng with a calm expression, "The reason why the Zhang family is admired is entirely because of strength!" The things you want will be delivered to your designated place within 10 days. ”

"Good." Zhang Cheng smiled and walked to the door. When he was about to go out, he paused, turned to look at the middle-aged steward, chuckled, and said, "I'm satisfied." ”

After temporarily arranging various things, when he came to the cold streets in winter, Zhang Cheng suddenly felt a little confused, and he didn't know where to go for a while. Strange times, living alone here. If he hadn't always been convinced that he was a Chinese and integrated into this era, Zhang Cheng estimated that he would be driven crazy by the feeling of loneliness.

Raising his hand, he swept his eyebrows, sighed and said, "Go to Alice Piano School." ”

Located in the northwest corner of the London Concession, on Canton Road near Central Park, there is an Alice Piano School.

It was originally a piano school established by a local English merchant couple in the concession decades ago for their terminally ill daughter Alice, who was very fond of the piano. Later, after Alice's death due to illness, the grief-stricken parents donated the school to the Doge's Palace. After several changes, it has become a privately owned private piano school. The name of the school has been inherited.

Zhang Cheng came here because he already knew that the long-haired girl who had appeared in Central Park a few months ago was a student at this school. So to say that money is easy to do, Zhang Cheng just briefly described the situation that day, and the private detectives sent the information of the long-haired girl to his desk the next day.

After getting out of the car, Zhang Cheng tightened the scarf around his neck, waved his hand to signal Guan Kuo not to follow, and walked into the campus alone. As for the doorman or something, naturally they should be allowed to settle it.

It's not a big school, it's just a piano school. Even in the highly developed modern time and space, piano schools are synonymous with expensive tuition. The people who can go to school here are basically the rich and noble people in the concession area.

Walking into the European-style two-storey teaching building, I walked slowly with the sound of a piano like a spring, and finally came to a large classroom window on the second floor. I watched more than a dozen young girls of all hair colors gather around a long-haired girl with a pair of clear and pure eyes, listening to the beautiful melody.

Zhang Cheng stood silently outside the window and listened for a moment, his heart was quiet.

A gentle and melodious song to Alice was about to end, Zhang Cheng pursed the corners of his mouth and turned to leave. "I'll come when the war is over."

As if sensing something, the fingers of the long-haired girl pressing the piano keys trembled slightly, and the final radio was not put away, which brought a little regret to this song.

Confused, he turned to look out the window, only to see the back of a tall figure when he left.

'Da Da Da Da~' Zhang Cheng, who was walking up and down the stairs, was still immersed in the sound of the piano, but suddenly heard a rush of footsteps. Before Zhang Cheng paused, an eager figure rushed out from the corner!

"Oops!" Not surprisingly, the two collided.

"Are you alright?" Zhang Cheng's reaction was very fast, and he found that the girl who ran up in a hurry was hit and almost fell, and instantly stretched out his arm and took the girl into his arms.

"You, you, you." The girl who was in a hurry to the classroom, never expecting to bump into someone, looked at the man who was close at hand with her big beautiful eyes, and felt the man's breath, and her whole head was suddenly in chaos.

Although the great defense of rituals and religions in this era is not as terrifying as it was in the early Ming Dynasty, it is definitely not as open as modern time and space. It is rare for young men and women to hold hands, let alone hugging each other.

"Huh? It's you? Zhang Cheng was originally thinking about it, but he didn't want to go down the stairs and suddenly rush out of his arms. It was a completely instinctive reaction to be afraid that the girl would fall so he hugged it.,Didn't think much about it.。 It's just that I didn't expect it to be an acquaintance.

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