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The man sneered, not caring at all about the excited women around him:

"Don't believe me? Like the authorities, you underestimated the people's dependence on alcohol, and instead of curbing bootlegging, they have resulted in the death of as many as 10,000 people, not only the common people, but also the military.

Our GIs began to drink by any means they could, such as running into the infirmary and threatening the doctors, or sneaking out of the barracks to buy moonshine.

In the process, there were also various violent incidents, which led to chaos within the army.

To make matters worse, our maritime troops actually stole the fuel of the bomb to make cocktails, because they found that some of the fuel contained 90% pure grain alcohol.

For those drunkard navies, this is tantamount to a gift from heaven.

They began to steal fuel in a variety of ways, which they then used to mix with pineapple juice and make it into a "fuel cocktail".

You certainly haven't drunk it, it's a very stimulating wine, and when you drink it, you feel like you've been hammered.

And the consequence of the theft of large quantities of fuel is all kinds of accidents during the war.

To stop the sailors from continuing to steal fuel, the top brass added 5 to 10 percent methanol to the fuel, and the consequences of this were predictable, with more than 5,000 sailors blind or killed.

Hehe, don't ask me how I know, I used to be one of them! ”

Now that no one is heckling, who would question a man who has paid for the country's blood?

Silence began to spread, some lowered their heads, others looked melancholy and dazed.

Carly knew she couldn't let this situation spread, so she quickly spoke:

"Mr. Officer, I know you have been wronged a lot Chinese in the past, but this is not the whole of life, you should look forward..."

The officer interrupted coldly:

"Put away your hypocrisy, don't think I don't know about the fact that you are making money through the Women's Federation."

What?

The uproar rang out again, and this time, everyone stared at Carly in amazement, and some people's eyes roamed over the officer, his words like lukewarm boiling water, not seemingly hot, but enough to cook the meat.

Damn, what the hell is going on? Carly's face changed dramatically, and her expression was a little flustered.

However, what made her even more nervous was still to come, and the officer pulled out a thick envelope from his bosom, pulled out a stack of photographs from it, and sprinkled it wantonly into the air.

The chaotic photos are falling like snowflakes.

The crowd of onlookers went to rob one after another, and those who didn't know thought they were robbing money.

Immediately afterwards, the expressions on everyone's faces were like a 30-episode series, how exciting and exciting, and especially the kind that was forbidden by the nineteen.

It's really nineteen bans, and I haven't played mosaic yet, and the male protagonist in each photo is different, 1v is dozens of pro, brave enough!

Li Yaoyang burst out laughing and said to Hendry, who had just arrived:

"Are you sure there's no you there?"

"Am I crazy to put a picture of myself in it?"

"Anyway, where did you get the news in advance? Such a person was arranged? Li Yaoyang was curious.

"Cecil called me and told me that he was looking for this officer."

Speaking of Cecil, Li Yaoyang was curious again:

"What is his background? Can you tell me? ”

"Uh~ He didn't tell you?"

"No, he said I better not know."

Hendry reluctantly spread his hands:

"Since he won't say it, I can't say it."

"So you know?"

"Yes!"

"Say, tell me, I owe you a personal favor!" Li Yaoyang also fought hard, in order to satisfy his curiosity, he did not hesitate to take a favor.

"This..."Hendry was tempted, and he could make Li Yaoyang owe him a favor, and the deal seemed to be worth it.

"Say, I promise not to tell anyone!"

"Well, his father is Soden Sims."

"Who?" Li Yaoyang's eyes widened.

"Come on, man, you hear me."

Li Yaoyang felt that his heart was beating half a beat, no wonder Cecil was so awesome, it turned out that his father was Soden!

Although Sims was born in Canada, his father was American.

He moved with his family to Pennsylvania, graduated from the Naval Academy, and spent the last 20 years of the 19th century serving in the Atlantic, Pacific, and Asian waters.

During the Spanish-American War, he conducted intelligence activities in Europe and into the 20th century, and even though he was still a naval captain, he was recognized as a spokesman for the radical naval officers of the ugly country.

This was largely due to the fact that, despite his low rank, he knew how to express his rich ideas for reform, so that those who were much higher than him were willing to listen to him.

Of all the radical officers, he was also the most daring and willing to write directly to the boss of the White House, if he thought it necessary.

That happened just a month after Boss Luo took office.

Sims was thinking about shipborne artillery, and an analysis of the Battle of Manila Bay showed that almost all of the Spanish ships were anchored at anchorage, and the weather conditions were favorable, and the captains could choose when and where they could shoot, as if they were practicing target shooting.

In total, 6,000 shells were fired, and only 141 hits, or 2.3% of the total number of shells.

This, in turn, means that out of every 100 shells, more than 97 are false, wasting both time and money, and having no effect on the outcome of the battle, except for making a noise and causing smoke.

The Ugly Nation won the battle at Manila not because of their high combat effectiveness, but because of the low combat effectiveness of their opponent, Spain.

The potential consequences of continuing to fight in this way are obvious.

The average hit rate of the Royal Navy fleet of the Sunset Empire is 30%.

Therefore, if a Royal Navy warship encounters 12 similar American warships, it may be able to defeat them all.

At that time, some of the more thoughtful commanders of the ugly country painfully saw that if the fleet had encountered an enemy who was better than the Spaniards, the outcome of Manila Bay would be very different.

Sims was particularly aware of this, for while on a mission in the Far East, he had met a naval officer of the Sunset Empire with a similarly unique insight, a naval colonel.

On the "Terror", the opposing side fully demonstrated to Sims a system of naval gun fire known as "continuous aiming".

This firing system reached 80% of the hits.

Sims concluded that the firepower of the "Terror" was equivalent to the firepower of more than 30 similar warships of the Ugly Country combined, and the firepower of just one "Terror" was more than the firepower of most of the Ugly Navy's ships combined.

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.