I Will Be The Crowned King

In the face of colonies across the sea, how to maintain control and influence for a long time, and avoid their increasing centrifugal force and eventually outbreak of rebellion and infinite desire for independence, has always been a major problem that the old world suzerains need to face.

Because it is far away from the homeland, any attempt to increase its control will pay a huge cost, and it is easy to turn the original wealth into a huge burden.

In this regard, the Empire and Clovis have gone to two extremes... As the suzerain that controls the largest range of colonies, the Empire's management method is simple and rude - repression.

Colonies are not allowed to have armed forces, and they are not allowed to have too much autonomy. Colonial governors and imperial ministers are set up, large fleets patrol the sea, and thousands of imperial troops are ready to land at any time, beating all disobedient.

This model has obvious effects, and the side effects are also obvious - the cost is huge, and it makes the colonies detached, and they desperately strive for the opportunity of self-government when they have the opportunity, but they have no self-protection power; they have promoted the establishment of the beast slave riot and the Free Confederation.

Clovis, who is weak, uses another routine: buying the upper class, binding interests, and high autonomy; Beluga Port, which has been flying the Unicorn King flag for decades, has its first place when it is about to be lost. A governor is still honorary.

The exact opposite of the Empire's approach allowed Clovis to gain a lot of benefits: extremely low maintenance and development costs, maximized revenue, and almost no responsibility.

As for the downside... The lack of local support leads to slow development progress, and the speed and efficiency are lagging behind the empire. The colonial parliament forms an interest group, which is highly separated from the bottom, and the gap between the rich and the poor is huge.

Because Beluga Harbor is extremely advantageous in geographical location, and the efficiency is low, the base is terrifying, so these problems are not very obvious; just look at the town next door, it is really miserable, and it is no different from the exiled abandoned people.

Both methods have their pros and cons, but in fact, to show the presence of the regime, there is another way, a very traditional but tried-and-true way...

"Boom-boom-boom-boom--"

The deafening cannon salute cut through the sky, and the legionnaires, who had put on brand-new rifles and winter clothes, walked through the center of the just-leveled road in a neat and uniform manner along with the cheers of the onlookers.

An incomparably grand ribbon-cutting ceremony was grandly opened outside Beluga Port City.

In order to accommodate the "New Year's gift" sent by the distinguished Governor Sophia Franz from the mainland, it really made the legion both excited and difficult to handle.

Excited that the factory solved the later problems immediately, but I don't know how to arrange these precious machinery and equipment, workers and mechanics.

After all, this is something that can fill an entire steam train. It got wet when it was dropped... The loss is unimaginable.

The best option is, of course, to send them into the workshop immediately, and to set up and lay the production line immediately; but this is also not a small project, it is already the harsh winter of December... God knows if there will be any problems.

So Carl Bain carefully went to ask Erich, the person in charge, how long it would take to build the entire military factory, and the other party gave him an answer that could stop his heartbeat.

One week!

Not a quarter, not a month, but a week - in seven working days, they can dismantle the military factory and restore it to its original state in Beluga!

After confirming again and again that the other party was not joking with him, the chief of staff, clutching his chest, found An Sen with an expression of angina, and repeated the other party's words exactly as they were.

Then An Sen also came up with a very bold plan: since the other party is so efficient, then simply lay the production line again and again, build the workshop at the same time, and strive to build the entire military factory before the end of the month!

For this exaggerated and unimaginable goal, the Storm Legion dispatched collectively, and at the same time mobilized more than 10,000 "shooting soldiers" who were still training to build this extraordinary military factory on a wasteland outside the city.

Of course, with such a huge momentum, it is impossible to avoid the attention of the Beluga Harbor Council, and Anson didn't even think about hiding... He directly announced the establishment of a project coordinator in the parliament, and organized various committees to provide sufficient steel and wood for the project. Various building materials such as masonry, temporary housing for planning and construction workers, food and fuel security, sanitation management.

At the same time, Reinhard, who received the news, also consciously announced the suspension of the bank project and provided the Legion with a temporary low-interest loan to facilitate the payment of various materials, labor and miscellaneous expenses during the construction of the factory.

So with the efficient cooperation of a civilized society, resource mobilization and overall management, an industrial crystallization symbolizing absolute violence rose up in the wild new world wasteland.

It only took twelve days.

The whole colony boiled over that morning when the Moby-Dick Good Guys spread the news of its official completion.

At the lively ribbon-cutting scene, the crowd who came to watch, whether rich or poor, high or low, were all dumbfounded, as if they were in a dream.

When they first heard about it, they just shrugged. When they heard that the factory was completed, they were very shocked, but when they saw it with their own eyes, they...

scared.

Facts have proved that the effect of hearing a legend and seeing a military factory suddenly appear in front of the house is absolutely different.

The moment they saw this huge munitions factory that spewed black smoke and produced rifles and cannons, the same content immediately appeared in their minds: the mainland could not only send a fleet, an army, but also Move the munitions factory that produces munitions to the colony and rebuild it there.

And it only took twelve days!

The direct effect of the amazing spectacle is to make the colonists feel for the first time that the relationship between the mainland and themselves is so close, and the distance between the two sides may not be as far as they imagined-the loyalty to the royal family can be said to have skyrocketed.

As the Chancellor of the Exchequer appointed by the royal family to the colony, Sir Akers certainly did not miss the ceremony that greatly enhanced his sense of existence... Not only did he personally preside over the ribbon-cutting ceremony, but he also took the initiative to endorse the military factory, comparing it to "the local will never Abandon the colony's grass and trees" symbol.

Another host, Anson Bach, declined to comment. He only hoped that Sir Ax would say more, so that when the Empire counterattacked, it would be more convenient for him to drag him out to sacrifice the flag and let the colonies vent their anger. .

With the completion of the munitions factory, the previous legion reform and training of the shooting corps can finally begin to go on track; 3,000 Leopold rifles and 20 brand-new six-pounder infantry guns have all been put into service.

Speaking of which, the handling mode of the factory is very neat... In order to save space as much as possible, almost all the parts that the colony can complete by themselves are omitted, and only the most critical parts and equipment are loaded - including inventory.

Taking the artillery as an example, the gun carriage was gone, and all the additional parts were gone. Only one of the six-pounder guns was left with a dark, slender, bare barrel, and nothing else remained.

But Anson didn't have any thoughts of complaining. On the contrary, it made him even more curious about William Gottfried.

Because according to Erich, the reason why they were able to package the entire factory to Beluga Port and rebuild it in a week is all thanks to this technical consultant...and his "train factory equation".

If his theory is true, then the meaning is not just as simple as moving a factory, but a new and more efficient logistics system.

The final result of the war may not depend on logistics, but excellent logistics can give one side in the war higher initiative, more opportunities for choices, and it is less likely that the enemy will see through its strategic goals.

A factory can be easily relocated, so can an army be moved from one location to another in the same way?

The answer is obvious.

And this is only his talent in "mathematics". According to Sophia, this "technical consultant" is also quite good at invention and creation, and is proficient in "ancient rune literature".

A former associate professor of St. Isaac's College who was proficient in ancient rune literature and was hunted down by the trial, um...

Anson couldn't wait to meet him and exchange his learning experience about some "ancient knowledge".

………………

Beluga Harbor, wharf.

After more than a month's voyage, the tattered Nomad colonial merchant ship finally arrived at its destination, furling and anchoring.

William Gottfried, dressed in a whitish bachelor's uniform and a soft hat, carried a thin suitcase, and followed the colonists in twos and threes, with happy faces on their faces, and walked down the deck.

There were more than twice as many passengers on board when they departed from North Harbor; now, they are the only colonists left alive to reach their destination.

And this is not the end... It is also the official statistics. Even if it is calculated according to the best record, it is possible to survive the plague, severe cold, starvation, acclimatization, and death in the colony... Less than two-thirds of the people who have survived for more than a year .

The colonists who finally arrived at their destination after a lot of hard work did not know that the new world is not a so-called ideal land, and their suffering has just begun.

Just as he set foot on the pier, William, who was struggling to drag his suitcase, noticed a look in the crowd looking at him.

Pretending to be indifferent, he narrowed his eyes, pretended not to notice the other party's figure, huffed his head and accelerated his speed, trying to use the surrounding crowd as a cover to avoid the other party's attention.

But the result was the same as his worst guess—the other party came to him.

"You must be His Excellency William Gottfried?"

He was stopped by a young man, who was only up to his waist, but was wearing a dress that was more formal than that of the nobles in the inner city of Clovis, with a formulaic smile that he was familiar with on his tender cheeks:

"I heard that there will indeed be a colony ship arriving at the port today. I didn't expect you to be on this ship. You are really blessed by the ring of order. I thought it would take a long time to wait for your arrival!"

"Sorry, but..." William looked at the young man in front of him and couldn't help frowning:

"We know each other?"

"We... oh, of course we don't know each other. Today is the first time we meet, Your Excellency William Gottfried."

The teenager smiled and shook his head, his expression as if he was greeting an old friend for many years, which was completely different from what he said: "I'm just instructed to meet you at the port, a technical advisor personally appointed by the Governor of the Ice Dragon Fjord Colony."

"Introduce myself, my name is Alan Dawn, and I am a humble clerk beside the Colonial Legion Commander-in-chief; if nothing else, we won't have many opportunities to meet in the future, so you don't need to tell me Too polite, everything is just routine."

"And you... Governor Sophia Franz has appointed you as the technical advisor of the colony, theoretically the same level as the commander-in-chief, but because we don't know which ship you are on and when you will arrive, so I haven't prepared too much for the welcome ceremony, so please ask Haihan for this."

"Of course! If you don't think it's disrespectful to you, we can arrange it all - a grand welcome ceremony, a gala reception at the Governor's level, a band, a guard of honor... Guaranteed to satisfy you, what kind of style do you prefer? ?"

"..."

Facing the little clerk's pipe-organ cannon-like question, William froze in place.

After spending a minute to figure out his current situation, and knowing that he was being targeted and could not escape, he finally asked the first crucial question:

"You guys are going to clean me up~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and then send it back to Sophia Franz?"

"Ugh?"

The secretary was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Look at what you said, it must be because I said too much, which caused you some unnecessary misunderstandings."

"Please forgive me if there is anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. This is a negligence in my work. You can complain to the commander-in-chief later, and I believe you will be given the most satisfactory answer."

"That's it! I'll take you to rest and relax first, and then I'll report to the commander-in-chief to discuss matters related to cleaning up the dust for you; during this period, if you have any needs, you can directly contact the deputy commander, Colonel Fabien."

"why?"

"Sorry... what?"

"Why are you looking for Deputy Commander... What's his name?"

"Colonel Fabien, he is the commander-in-chief's most trusted deputy, responsible for the colony's city security, prisons, daily operations of the army, logistics and daily meetings of the officer corps." The little clerk explained:

"Oh, he is still your direct contact person for work in the future, so if you have any questions, you just need to find him. Of course, the deputy commander may be a little busy now and is dealing with a small dispute, so it is more convenient for you to contact me directly for the time being. ."

"Dispute?" William raised his eyebrows and asked casually:

"Civil Dispute or Military Dispute?"

The little secretary thought for a moment, and for the first time replied in an uncertain tone:

"Family disputes."