Hall of Service.

"Your Majesty, at present, there are twelve destroyers and three battleships officially commissioned in Great Xia, and the shipyard and the project team have sent a report to confirm whether they will continue to build them. If it continues, it will need to be funded in the future."

Zhang Liang flipped through a report and quickly and concisely reported the main content to Xia Qi.

Xia Qi, who was dealing with a report, heard this, and said without raising his head, "Continue to make. If they need funds, they should first write an application form, send it to the finance department, and then allocate it."

"Your Majesty, there's a message from Xia Hai asking if he wants to build a lighthouse on the sea. At the same time, the Navy sent an application for night training of the fleet, asking His Majesty's approval."

The person who spoke this time was Du Ruhui.

"This Lu Meng."

Xia Qi muttered a little amusedly.

As the commander-in-chief of the entire navy, Lu Meng doesn't need to apply for things like training, and he can just make decisions himself.

He was like this when he was the governor of the navy, and he still is like this now.

But you must know that the military village of the Great Xia Navy is next to the Great Xia City, and it is very fast to send an application or something.

But now that the navy is so far away from the side of Great Xia City, if everything needs to be applied for as before, how much time will it have to be wasted?

Xia Qi raised his hand to take the report, and after quickly flipping through it to confirm that there was no problem, he signed his name and stamped it.

Then he said, "Tell Lu Meng that in the future, don't ask me about things like this again, just let him make his own decisions."

This hectic and quiet day lasted for a long time.

Xia Qi currently has only two development goals.

1. Complete the complete popularization of the power system and let Daxia enter the electrical society.

2. Enhance the combat power of the navy, level the threat of fish-men and dark elves in the coastal area, directly push the scope of their own territory out of this continent, and include this nearby sea area and the island into their own territory of Great Xia.

Neither of these goals can be achieved in one or two years.

Just when Xia Qi's plan was proceeding in an orderly manner, a system prompt suddenly sounded.

[Frank player "Jones Johnson" will use the item "War Token (Silver)" to launch you]

Soon, the old scene reappeared.

But whether there is a misunderstanding or a real hatred between them, these are not important, what matters is the next battle.

As the initiator of the prop, that Jones Johnson has the right to set it first.

In Xia Qi's view, under normal circumstances, the first set-up, either the selection of troops or the terrain, these two settings have the most obvious advantages.

I saw that Jones Johnson on the opposite side took the lead in setting up troops, 50,000!

Although 50,000 troops does not mean that there are 50,000 soldiers, there are quite a few troops.

Now Xia Qi has two choices, one is to set the terrain to grab another advantage and play against the opponent, and the other is to choose the time to set.

As long as he sets the time to the shortest one month, he believes that he can easily get through it.

Time was limited, and after thinking for a while, he finally chose time.

The other party's intentions are unknown, but it is safer to believe in some.

After seeing Xia Qi's one-month time limit, Jones Johnson immediately saw through Xia Qi's idea, and then directly set the battlefield map to "small".

From this moment, the confrontation between the players of both sides has begun. Xia Qi intended to avoid it, but the other party made it impossible for him to avoid it.

Although the battle time limit is only one month, as long as the battlefield map is small enough, that month is enough!

"Tsk!"

Xia Qi sighed lightly, since the other party had been forced to such a point, then he had no reason to retreat.

Originally, he was going to choose the terrain, but in the end, he chose the weather and set it to be winter.

Xia Qi's operation directly surprised Jones Johnson's expectations.

He originally thought that the other party would choose to set the terrain to ensure the terrain advantage, but instead chose the season, and set it for winter.

"Is this trying to avoid war through the cold weather?" Jones Johnson secretly speculated in his heart.

Eventually, Jones Johnson set the terrain into hills.

The undulating hilly terrain is actually very suitable for spreading out the rifle formation as long as you find the right position.

And then with the privilege of being a prop user, the military expenses can be halved, what kind of battle Jones Johnson will pose, Xia Qi almost knows in his heart.

But it doesn't matter, how to deal with this battle, he has already planned. After all, on this side, he had already planned it.

As the setting of the two ended, the system prompt sounded again.

[Strength: 50,000]

【Terrain: Hills】

【Season: Winter】

[Battle Duration: 1 Month]

[Battlefield size: small]

[All information has been confirmed, the battlefield is being generated, please wait for ......]

[The battlefield is generated, please allocate the troops of both players]

The snow on the battlefield is very heavy, which greatly affects the line of sight.

Jones Joseph did not personally lead the army, but appointed an officer to take charge of the battle.

The officer in charge of the battle could not have allowed the soldiers to brave the snow in such an environment, the risk would be too high.

Fortunately, this was a typical hilly terrain, and officers who were familiar with this type of terrain quickly found a leeward side to shelter them from the wind and snow by leaning on a high ground.

At the same time, he prayed in his heart that the heavy snow would stop soon.

When he learned that the season of this battlefield was winter, although Jones Johnson equipped his soldiers with winter clothes and a series of corresponding equipment, even so, it was definitely not easy to deal with such a heavy snow in the field.

I don't know if the officer's prayers worked, but the snow lasted only a little more than a day, and it stopped the next morning.

However, the amount of snowfall on this day was enough to turn the world in front of you into a silvery white.

The sunlight that shines like a refrigerator light falls on the snow-white hills, and the reflected sunlight greatly affects the vision.

But now there was no other choice, and after taking a sip of hot soup to dispel some of the cold, the officer pulled out a map.

As a player, you can have a system map, but it is obviously impossible for a general under your command to have it, so when the player does not go into battle in person, the system will give a map in order to make up for this shortcoming.

However, this map is very ordinary, and it is only a small piece of the original area, and the terrain of the area needs to be explored slowly by the soldiers themselves.

After confirming a general direction through the map, the officer gave the order and began to send scouts to explore the surroundings to search for traces of enemy troops.

This small battlefield is really not big, and considering the number of troops on the other side, it should not be particularly difficult to find the target.

In the cold sun, Jones Johnson's army moved slowly.

The sound of the soles of their feet stepping on the snow constantly echoed in the ears of every Frankish soldier, and the thick snow made them directly cover half of their calves with every step they stepped on, so that every soldier clearly felt the difficulty of marching in the snow.

Little did they know, however, that in the midst of such a snow-covered hill, a pair of eyes were already fixed on them.

At nightfall, the soldiers gathered around the fire, drinking hot soup and wondering in their hearts when such a day would be over.

On the periphery of the camp, through the night, the figures that almost melted into the surrounding snow had quietly touched the vicinity.

A snow-white figure flashed quickly on the periphery, attracting the attention of a Frankish soldier guarding the periphery of the camp.

The soldier rubbed his eyes and said to another soldier on duty beside him, "Did something pass just now? I'll go and see."

The other soldier who heard this frowned, then glanced at the snow field outside, and said cautiously, "Wait, I'll go with you."

The two soldiers turned on their flashlights at the same time, and the Frankish soldier who spoke first walked in front, while the cautious Frankish soldier followed five or six paces behind.

There was no moon tonight, and after being a little away from the camp, the surrounding light suddenly became a little dim, and the cold wind that blew like a knife made people's skin hurt, so that the Frankish soldier walking in front couldn't help but shrink his neck.

The light provided by the flashlight quickly swept across the snow in front of him, and the Frankish soldier who was walking in front noticed it, and he beckoned to his companion behind him, "Hey, Peter, come and see this.....

As he spoke, the Frankish soldier subconsciously looked back at his partner, only to find that there was no one behind him.

Peter, who was supposed to be following him, disappeared silently, which suddenly shocked the Frankish soldiers, and they opened their mouths and immediately called Peter's name.

As a result, before the words could be spoken, under the cover of the cold wind, an arrow was plunged directly into his neck.

Therefore, instead of calling out the name of his companion, the Frankish soldier coughed lightly and fell heavily to the snow.

A large amount of blood flowed from his mouth and from the wound.

Returning to the calm snow, two snow-white figures slowly appeared, which were the snow fox clan in the bitter cold land of Great Xia.

The two snow foxes stood in two different directions, and the fox man who was closer quickly disposed of the corpse of the Frankish soldier, walked in the opposite direction for more than ten meters, and then the corpse of the Frankish soldier named Peter appeared in front of him.

Of course, it was the corpses that appeared......

This Frankish soldier, named Peter, was shot through the throat by another fox man with a clean arrow from behind!

At this moment, the plans of the two fox guerrillas were already clear.

One was responsible for attracting the other's attention, while the other was in the opposite direction, silently sniping the two soldiers from behind with a bow and arrow.

It has to be said that at this stage, when used as a hidden weapon, the value of bows and arrows cannot be replaced by firearms.

And at the same time, the same drama was being staged around the camp of the Frankish army, and the guards arranged by the other party around the camp were quickly cleaned up by the snow foxes one by one.

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Chapter 461 Battle in the Snow Free Read.