Duchamp was so fluent when she cried, she was very smooth, strong and righteous. In the imperial naval system, only calves who could cry had milk. Forty-two colonial stars meant that there were forty-two colonial garrisons. The task of garrison naval was not very heavy. Most of the time, their positioning was to "fight against star pirates and smugglers". Compared with "soldiers", their positioning was closer to the "coast guard" that Dusand knew in his previous life.

However, the garrison and navy are also an absolute armed force. At least no country's coast guard will equip three battleships - that thing is not suitable for chasing star pirates and smugglers.

The main opponent of the main battleship is always the enemy's main battleship. Only after destroying all the enemy's main battleships will the fleet consider turning to cut melons and vegetables to eliminate the large cruisers and destroyers.

So Duchamp began to cry and became poor.

The men in the Navy are really too stingy. The ship maintenance funds distributed every year are never enough. In order to ensure that their fleets can maintain good operation, the Nuesar Garrison Navy had to misappropriate maintenance funds from auxiliary facilities again and again, and concentrate the funds on the maintenance and repair of main ships and large cruisers.

It is a very helpless fact that other ground facilities in the garrison naval lack sufficient maintenance. Other maintenance services of the garrison naval are now basically handed over by Duchamp to his son's industry, a vehicle repair factory under the Belford Automobile Manufacturing Plant.

Dusande's repairs are basically a loss of money. The IOUs of the Nuesar Garrison Navy are piled up and higher in the accounting room of the automobile manufacturer. The expenses are all shared by Dusande's own dividends.

"In order to drag down the repair money, Dusand has been angry with me for a long time." In order to show that he is really poor and sorrowful, Dushang did not hesitate to pull out his son. "Your Excellency General, even for the sake of my family's integrity, the Admiralty Department must support me at least five main battleships as soon as possible!"

"Even if Lord Dusand agrees that you use the main ship to replace the debt, the Empire will not do such a thing." General Horn was amused and crying. He really didn't expect Dushang to cry so unreasonable. "I can urge the maintenance funds when I go back..."

"I can't do the grant, anyway, all the renovated items have been repaired." Duchamp waved his hand, "Main ship, I only want the main ship! Give me five main ships, I can make that little thing Dusand willingly repair the garrison fleet for ten years!"

General Horn looked at Duchamp with an excited expression and suddenly asked, "I have read the application and report you submitted to the Admiralty before. Your enthusiasm for the main ships was not as high as that now."

Duchamp has been in the position of commander of the fleet for twelve years. During these twelve years, Duchamp has been calling for more large cruisers and destroyers to equip the garrison navy with more large cruisers and destroyers.

"This is because the threats we face are different - for the past twelve years, at least around the Nuesar Star Domain, our opponents and main threats have been star pirates and smugglers." Duchamp said helplessly, "But, Mr. General, the situation is completely different now than ten years ago."

"I personally understand your concerns, and you also understand your desire to strengthen the strength of the garrison as soon as possible." General Horn sighed, "but the accountants in the Admiralty who are responsible for placing the fleet are not so reasonable--they need strong evidence."

"Unless you throw evidence that the Alliance fleet had appeared near Newar directly on their faces, these accountants would never agree to the request to allocate five more battleships to a garrison fleet." General Horn sighed helplessly, "As long as you have evidence, I can even help you smash the evidence in their faces."

Duchamp showed a meditative expression. After a while, he asked carefully, "As long as... there is evidence?"

"As long as there is evidence." General Horn nodded solemnly and said in a more stressful tone, "As long as there is evidence."

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"They may not recognize such evidence." In the office of the House of Commons, Dusande and his father met urgently. He looked at Dushang, who had a somewhat tangled face and advised him, "The attack on that intelligence has been achieved in total so far, but the Heraldry Administration is still reserved about the source of this intelligence."

The alliance's main fleet attacked the two imperial colonial stars as scheduled. Their attack was the same as before - suddenly and without warning. After the Allied fleet launched an attack, the blockade of the colonial stars also unfolded at the same time. Up to now, the Imperial Navy could not even determine whether the two imperial colonial stars were still under the control of the Empire.

"This may still be a very bold strategic deception," Dusand explained to his father seriously. "With the size of the alliance's main fleet, it is not particularly difficult to instantly destroy the local garrison navy after a leap."

"According to common sense, the encounter between the two imperial colonial stars is enough to prove the value of that intelligence. But the 'men' of the Heraldry Management Office has other opinions. They believe that this is the strategic deception of the Allies - by blocking the two colonial stars, mobilizing the empire's strategic reserves to support the next four colonial stars. After the strategic mobilization is successful, they will immediately launch an attack on the completely empty empire hinterland behind." Dusander rubbed his head and said, "This speculation is terrible, but the most terrifying thing is that you have to admit that it is possible."

This is the most terrifying thing about strategic deception. It is more like a "kill" in chess than ordinary "deception". It is extremely annoying, and you still have no good idea about it.

It is still unknown whether the Allies have mastered the coordinates of the empire's hinterland and even Orin, but the Imperial Army cannot take this risk no matter what.

With the blessing of the Ipsilon Mine, the traditional "layer defense" plan has no value at all. Allies can easily pass through the light and run for several years to a long distance, and then instantly appear on the orbit of the star in the capital of the empire.

And throw all the heavy firepower on their ships to the capital of the empire.

Under the war training that lasted for hundreds of years, both the Empire and the Allies had a new understanding of "war". Strategic deception and intelligence operations were just the most common links - more incredible tactics and combat methods were applied to the battlefield every day.

Decades ago, the Allies even poisoned smuggled goods, trying to murder a large number of nobles at one time and triggered imperial unrest.

Dusander had no hope for the value of this intelligence. It was hard for him to imagine that the Empire would add support to Dushang because of this intelligence.

But Duchamp looked confident, "Don't worry about this - the Emblem Management Office just needs to issue a warning. Even if this may be a trap for the Allies, it is always possible for you to make a warning based on this information."

After getting the guarantee from his son, Duchamp then told the subsequent "question", "You pack up your things and go with me now."

"What are you doing?" Dusander immediately became alert. When did his father learn this sudden attack?

"Go to meet someone." Duchamp smiled slightly, "an old friend."

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On the training ground, Rosen was shouting loudly.

Rosen is expanding rapidly, and the security department alone now has more than 800 employees.

The vast majority of these employees are only equipped with ordinary revolvers and batons, responsible for the safety of paid users in the Albin area. Their usual task is to wear conspicuous uniforms, walk around the streets, and enter all the back streets and alleys, investigate or drive away the rats and beggars gathered there.

Among these employees, the group of people who are not tall but strong but have been specially selected. Now, more than two hundred people are conducting queue training in the training ground of the Belford Automobile Manufacturing Plant.

The training "equipment" is initially modified trucks. They are replaced with tracks and differential steering gears that the tank will be equipped with, and "adaptive devices" that will block vision in the cockpit.

According to Dusand's request, before the first officially installed tank left the workshop, Rosen's company had to have at least fifty drivers capable of driving such strange vehicles.

At the same time, there must be fifty commanders who know what they are doing, one hundred and fifty gunners and one hundred loaders.

In other words, Dusand is preparing to create a tank battalion of fifty tanks.

Of course, two hundred armored soldiers alone cannot support a battalion-level unit with combat capability. In order to give this team sufficient maneuver and assault capabilities, Dusand is also recruiting large technicians and technicians, and using tank turf to design a special maintenance vehicle, boat and bridge vehicle, as well as fuel and ammunition transport vehicle with a small steam engine driven crane above it.

A battalion-level combat unit composed of 200 armored soldiers requires at least 400 logistics personnel to ensure operation.

So, Luo Sen was so busy that he almost died of anger.

The training of fifty commanders and fifty drivers was tied together. The 100 people drove the rumbling track car and were so loud that Rosen even wanted to shoot two shots in the sky.

And he had to command fifty tracked cars to drive according to the prescribed route under this noise and stop or accelerate at the same time.

The difficulty is simply outrageous.

On the other side of the training ground, fifty gunners and fifty artillery loaders were undergoing training. This set of training equipment came from the artillery unit of the Imperial Army. As the army with the highest technical requirements in the entire army, the army has made a lot of hard work in order to make the conscripted illiterates qualified gunners.

This includes this set of "steam cannons" driven by high-pressure steam, which can make huge noise and are completely in line with the back seat of the shelling.

Since they are all novice, the efficiency of the gunner and loaders is extremely poor and stumbling. At the beginning, the "volley" training ended up becoming an "irregular and long 50-acoustic cannon sound", sometimes 49 sounds, sometimes 48 sounds.

The other 100 gunners and fifty loaders were conducting simulated shooting and ammunition replacement training on the side - the rapid-fire gun training could not be left behind.

Rosen was furious, but he really lacked management skills for everything that happened on the training ground. Just when he couldn't help but want to touch the pistol at his waist, he stopped training by firing the gun at the sky. As a result, when his finger touched the pistol, he suddenly saw an old white-bearded man standing next to the training ground, looking at the scene inside curiously.

Rosen immediately found a way to vent his unhappiness. There was no way, the whole audience knew him. Compared with them, the "old acquaintance" who came out of the industrial area yelled at an old white-bearded man, asking him to get out quickly, which was obviously a more peaceful venting plan.

So Rosen did this. He quickly walked to the old man who had one arm missing and shouted with all his might, "Get out of here quickly, can you hear the firing?"

But what was unexpected was that the old man was neither afraid nor angry after hearing Rosen's words. He looked inside curiously, then pointed to the experimental tank and asked, "What is that?"

"Don't ask random questions if you shouldn't." Luo Sen said angrily, "Go away quickly, the shells have no eyes!"

Although he was not angry, Rosen was still not a bad person in essence. On the one hand, he drove the old man to vent his anger, and on the other hand, he was a little worried about the safety of the old man who lacked one hand.

The sound of cannons rumbled in the training ground, and those guys who drove the tanks were still novices. If one of them was not controlled, it would not be new to the tanks hit the wall. The surrounding walls were already shaking by the novices. This is really not a good place to watch the fun.

The old man ignored the young man who was half a head taller than him and covered in muscle mass. He squinted his eyes, looked at the "soldier" training ground inside, and then made a judgment, "You kid have never been a soldier, right? This training method is nonsense!"

Rosen's thought of disdain for the old man suddenly disappeared. His eyes changed violently when he looked at the old man.

With one arm missing, a firm expression and a calm and calm eyes, isn’t this just a retired veteran officer who has been through the battlefield for a long time?

Rosen had long suggested to Dusande that he would definitely have to find an officer to help train these young people. But Dusande refused to find someone - whether it was an active or a retired officer, he did not intend to pull him to the training ground.

If you want to shock everyone with armored weapons like tanks, you must first make sure that the news will not be revealed.

However, Rosen's request was not to take the initiative to find the officer. He did not say that Rosen was not allowed to catch a veteran who came to ask for advice.

Rosen changed into a flattering "flattering" smile. Although such a smile was a little strange to him, he was still trying hard to "flatter" and asked in a flattering manner, "You... are you a retired veteran?"

Horn was stunned, then laughed out loud, and patted Rosen on the shoulder with his remaining arms, "Good boy, have vision!"

Rosen was overjoyed and grabbed Horn's good arm and walked into the training ground. "You're here too time. You have to teach me how to train these new recruits. I've been struggling for more than ten days, but they still can't even follow the order!"

Horn nodded with a smile. He did have extremely "enriched" interest in the new toys inside, and he was willing to convey some of his own experience in leading troops.

"Tell you well, but I have to find someone first." Horn followed Rosen two steps, suddenly remembering his purpose of arriving at Belford Automobile Manufacturing Factory. He said embarrassedly, "Why... what's the rubber research center here?"

According to Duchamp's intelligence, Dusand appears in the Rubber Research Center much more frequently than appears in the Chairman's Office.

"You can't leave here now." Rosen smiled embarrassedly, "According to the order of the Chairman, no one who enters the training ground can leave here within a month - a group of observation teams from Orin will arrive in a month. After they have watched our display, you can leave."

Rosen also knew that his "request" was very unkind, so he quickly added, "Of course, we won't let you work in vain. In the training camp, we will meet all your needs for free. And, after the training is completed, I can personally give you a reward of 30 pounds. Your income is equal to the active Navy Lieutenant Colonel."

Horn was stunned when he heard this. He was a major general of the Imperial Navy Commando. Was he kidnapped in the colonies of the Empire?
Chapter completed!