As he answered this question, Gastens hunched his waist slightly, raised his head, and looked squarely at Prince Eliot. His eyes were sincere, his expression was sincere, and everything seemed to come from the bottom of his heart. But deep in his heart, the thumping heartbeat became more and more violent. If, only if, Prince Eliot saw through his trick and retreated into advance, and really agreed to him, then his revolutionary cause that he had just launched in Elena would have been devastated.

His Royal Highness, what kind of answer will he give himself?

"Good, good!"

Prince Elliot slapped his thigh and stood up, "Although you are from a humble background, you can still see clearly in terms of right and wrong. Whether it's that factory, Elliot rifle, or you, it's all for me and for my father. All things that are not conducive to achieving this goal, should not be wanted, absolutely not wanted! ”

"Your Highness commanded."

Gastens saluted again, a little anxious in his heart. Although he still has a hole card in his hand, if His Royal Highness the prince doesn't give him an opening, it will be difficult for him to play out and turn the tables.

"Hmm...... I want to think about ......"

Elliot was silent again, and this time, Vincent had an objection instead.

"Your Highness, if you really want to give up the Elena factory, it's a little inappropriate", Vincent glanced sideways at Gastens and decided not to hide Roninger's affairs anymore, "We are likely to fight Ronninger in the spring, if we can't get a sufficient supply of advanced weapons and use the old Type 27 rifle, although there is no disadvantage compared to the other party, but the casualties will increase a lot out of thin air." When the time comes, the team we have cultivated with great difficulty will die a pity. ”

Good assist!

Gastens, who was listening from the sidelines, secretly applauded, and he was worried about how to guide His Highness to realize the shortcomings of not taking the supply of weapons into his own hands, and the old and serious chief of staff helped him to say it. In this case, the effect is much better than what he said.

"Yes, but now my father obviously doesn't want me to use the Elliot rifle", Elliot said halfway, and scolded Gastens again, "Tell me about you, what is the name is not good, such a high-profile name, it is not easy to do now!" ”

Were you happier than anyone else when you came up with that name, and you forgot it so quickly?

Gastens smirked in his heart, and quickly bowed his head and apologized. Elliot just said it casually, turned around and began to ponder the matter of weapons supply. If you want to maintain your independence in the supply of weapons, but you can't mess with your father, the balance between this is very difficult to grasp.

"Your Highness", Gastens saw Elliot hesitate, and Vincent didn't seem to have any idea, knowing that his chance had come. The hole cards in his hand rely on a flash of inspiration, and the two in front of him are old fritters, even if he can't remember it for the time being, it is difficult to guarantee that he will get the same answer as him after a while. Therefore, he must throw out his thoughts as soon as possible and deepen the impression he left on His Royal Highness.

"You say."

Elliot paused and looked sideways at Gastens.

"Actually, it's not difficult to solve this problem", Gastens lowered his head and said respectfully, "What we want now is a stable supply of weapons in our own hands, and what the Emperor wants is for the Glory Rifle to replace the Elliot rifle, and not let Your Highness get the credit for designing a new rifle." In fact, the two are not completely contradictory, as long as we stop producing Elliot rifles and start producing Glory rifles instead, won't we meet the requirements of His Majesty the Emperor and give us our own weapons security? ”

"Hey!"

Vincent slapped his thigh and glanced sideways at Gastens. He was obviously also shocked by this idea, and his face suddenly realized.

"yes, that's okay!"

Elliot was also awakened, "Anyway, we want weapons, not names." What my father didn't want to give us was not a weapon, but a name. Wouldn't it solve all the problems if I let Elena Factory modify the Glory Rifle? ”

"Your Highness is wise."

Gastens began to shamelessly pat himself on the back.

"Very well, indeed very well, this really solves our problem", Vincent also began to speak, "And, Your Highness, there is another advantage to having the Elena factory produce the Glory Rifle, which is that we can meddle in the supply of weapons throughout the country. Now that our factories are producing the largest, and the Central Theater of Operations is about to be established, the demand for weapons is definitely high. If we can collect some more money from the munitions, we will be more financially well-off. ”

"Ridiculous", Elliot pretended to be angry, "this is all for us Ankenrein to fight, how can we talk about money!" ”

"It's reckless."

Vincent bowed his head and apologized, but in his heart he knew that he had spoken the mind of His Royal Highness. Sure enough, Elliot turned around and asked Gastens.

"Can your factory increase its maximum output? Now several official factories are pressing output, and it is also a foreshadowing for us to make a little more and make a name for ourselves at this time. ”

"It will take a little time to transition to the production of Glory rifles, and if the workers are skilled, 600 rifles a day will definitely be fine. Any more, I'll need more people. ”

"Don't you have a solution to the manpower problem? What kind of production charge, you can continue to do it, don't go too far, you know? ”

"Yes, Your Highness."

Before Gastens engaged in the production charge to solve the identity problem of the serfs, he had reported to His Royal Highness the Prince, and looking at this posture, His Royal Highness recognized his approach. In this way, he will attract the surrounding serfs in this way in the future, and there will be a legitimate reason to expand the population of the base area, and this time he and His Royal Highness the prince returned to Roseville, and the harvest was indeed not small.

"Alright, you go down, I have something to talk to Vincent about."

"Whoa!"

Gastens was ordered to leave, and Elliot and Vincent watched him exit the room and were silent for a moment before they began to talk.

"What do you think, how is he?"

Although it was not specified, Vincent knew that Elliot was asking Gastens.

"Your Highness, this person has a smart brain and specializes in weapons, the key is that although he has been a serf since he was a child, he is a skilled person and seems to understand the rules of the nobility, which surprises me and makes me a little worried. You must know that some children from aristocratic families who can't be supported may not be as proficient in aristocratic etiquette as he has been educated at home for more than ten years. ”

"It's all trifle, he can climb up from a serf, there must be two brushes. What I asked was, do you think this person is available? ”

"Yes, but use it with caution," Vincent suggested almost immediately, "and the one he did on the Plains of Elena has been sued by many people." ”

"He climbed up from the bottom and knows the mentality of the scum at the bottom very well. His choice to solve the problem through the bottom layer also seems reasonable to me. He used that way of production to give many serfs a free identity, and those serfs are now scrambling to give him their lives, can you think of this kind of thing? If you can't do it, even if he's just a small serf, you should admire him, you still have to admire him. ”

"Your Highness is wise, but if you only deal with these scum, you won't be able to get on the stage after all. If you want to take him under your command, then he will be pointed at you for these things that he has done to win over serfs. After all, we are royalty, and we can't afford to be labeled as co-opting serfs against slavery. ”

"I didn't expect him to come on stage," Prince Eliot thought for a moment, "you have a point, you can't get too close to this man." And he was still guilty of treason before, and it seems that he has something to do with communism. This person can be used, but you can't be unguarded, the manpower you arranged, can they be safe? ”

"Naturally and safely," Eliot nodded, "and he's now trying to master that kid's production as soon as possible." Gastens called the assembly line, which is much faster than our traditional factory, and when my people learned it, Gastens's task was basically completed. ”

"Production technology is one thing, and this kid's mind, you have to keep your people watching. He was a man who was crawling in the mud, and it was not so easy to give up his ideas. The pot of communism is too big, and whoever carries it will die. ”

"I see, Your Highness."

Vincent nodded, and then moved on to another topic.

"Your Highness, I've inquired about it in the past few days, and Ronninger seems to be really the opposite. The recruits previously called by the Southern Military District, His Majesty the Emperor ordered to be disbanded on the spot. But Ronninger asked these people to go back, and the emperor's people did not stop them. ”

"It's not that I didn't stop it, but I didn't dare to stop it, now Your Majesty doesn't have many soldiers in his hands, what can I stop? Ronninger has always been short of people, this time there is such a good opportunity, Charlie Roning, that old fox will definitely not let go, and when the spring of next year begins, we will have a fight", Elliot obviously has his own opinion on Ronninger's affairs, "But you just said this in front of that kid, do you have any considerations?" ”

"Indeed," Vincent nodded, "that kid is smart, he can see it even if he doesn't say it." Instead of letting him guess and affect production, it is better to tell him directly, which can also make him feel trusted. In this way, he will not miss us. ”

"Well, too", Elliot said, draining the tea in the pot in one gulp, "What do you think about the movement after the beginning of spring?" ”

"Your Highness, I think that as long as there are no major problems on the Negro side and the chaos continues, Your Majesty will definitely move eastward. And judging from the information obtained now, this matter is basically a certainty, as for the thorny hills, His Majesty will leave one or two legions in Tulucas for defense at most. The focus next year should be on Ronninger. ”

"I see", Eliot nodded, "Any news from the other princes?" ”

"I heard that His Royal Highness will serve as the chief of staff of the First Army Corps of the Central Military District, which will be established soon."

"My second brother, Wenfeng Gibson?"

Elliot thought for a few seconds and laughed, "The second brother has always liked to watch opera, and his temperament is very weak, so he pushed him up to fight against me, and my father really bothered." ”

"Your Highness, several highnesses have hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and they should not be taken lightly."

"I know, you can help me keep some snacks and see if I can put some people in the Central Military Region, I'm looking forward to the upcoming spring offensive......"

After Prince Elliot finished speaking, he picked up the teapot on the table and wanted to drink it, but found that there was no water in it. He smacked his mouth twice and stood up.

"Let's go, let's go eat something good, we've been talking for so long, I'm really hungry."

"Whoa."

Vincent bowed his head in agreement, and the streamers on the roof swayed slightly, casting colorful light and shadow on the ground.

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When Karim Ronin, the third adopted son of the Grand Duke of Glacier, pushed open the heavy wooden door of his father's study, Charlie Ronin was sitting by the pyroxene fireplace baking pyroxene. The huge bearskin cloak wrapped him so thickly that he looked unusually small.

"Father," Karim took a few steps forward, standing in front of Charlie Ronin's side, bowing his head and saluting.

"How's it going?"

Charlie Ronin's voice was low, as if he was a little sleepy.

"It's been found out, and all the evidence points to the Western Theater."

Although he had expected it, when he did get enough evidence, Karim was still shocked by the audacity of the Western Military District, so much so that when he reported to his father, his voice was still trembling.

"Oh?"

Charlie Ronin sat up straight, "Paul, that bastard, for the sake of his position, is he going to kill even the son of my old friend?" ”

"It could have been an accident," Karim added in a low voice, knowing that his father was in a bad mood every time he talked about his dead son. But what he wants to report now is the fundamental problem that determines the next life of Ronninger's nearly six million people, and he can't be careless, "The information we have only shows that the people in the Western Theater killed Prince Daun, and there is not enough evidence to prove that they deliberately killed the fourth brother." ”

"This kind of thing doesn't need to be proven", Charlie Ronin smiled softly, "If he dares to kill Dawn, he won't dare to kill my Charlie Ronin's son." And such an obvious technique has always been his style. Now that the Grand Magus has lost his magic, everyone in the world is the same, and he Paul Zhong wants to change his taste, but has he forgotten that I, Charlie Ronin, am also a person who loves to eat? ”

"Father, the preparations for war—"

"Continue to prepare for war, and all the newly recruited serf soldiers, take out half of them to familiarize me with the environment and prepare for farming. This year's food is going to be tight, and I don't want Ronninger to have anything happen to the food. ”

"Understood, Father," Karim bowed, "when will we begin the negotiation with the other side?" ”

"In the winter, you can't fight anyway, it's better to fight," Charlie Ronin thought clearly, "and when spring begins, we will naturally let them know that they have made a big, big mistake-"

As he spoke, Charlie Ronin stood up, his dark brown bearskin cloak sliding off his shoulders and melting onto the floor.

"I, Charlie Ronher, am not one of those chicks who hasn't seen snow in 800 years. He Paul Chung wants me to help him get out of the fire, so let's see who can laugh the best at the end! ”