I Will Be The Crowned King

"...If there is a group in Clovis that is closest to the army, it must be the workers in the outer city."

"High-ranking officers are responsible for commanding, junior officers are responsible for conveying orders, and soldiers are only responsible for completing the actions required by the order; factory managers and workshop managers are responsible for formulating production tasks, foremen are responsible for squeezing workers, and workers are responsible for repeating the operation of machines - the two have a high degree of similarity."

"Because of this, as a fairly experienced officer, my suggestion is to use similar means to manage the military factory."

"As an officer, of course, I have to meet the various needs of the soldiers as much as possible, and even provide various incentives to keep them motivated; but on the other hand, it is impossible for me to satisfy all their wishes infinitely."

"The same is true of the workers in the arms factory. They must be terrified now. It is estimated that there are still many who want to escape from Beluga Harbor... It's a bit like troops with low morale and about to go into battle."

"In the face of this situation, on the one hand you have to dispel their most unrealistic ideas, and on the other hand, you have to provide them with realistic goals and tangible benefits - such as material aspects."

"I can make a promise on this point. The wages and subsidies of the military factories are definitely at the middle and upper level of the colony. The salary is on par with the legion. The skilled workers, mechanics and engineers are on par with the middle and senior officers, and they are better than they are in Clovis City. Just a little more time.”

"I know that researchers like you don't like to deal with ledgers, but there is a shortage of talents in the colony, and I can't find a second suitable head of the military factory."

"Of course, the above are just my personal suggestions. It's definitely not that simple in actual operation, but I still hope to provide you with even a little help in mastering the military factory..."

After the actual operation, William found that the commander-in-chief was really humble.

The situation was exactly what he said: the workers were terrified, but also practical, they knew that leaving the colony alone was almost suicidal, and had to act collectively to have any hope of success.

In this case, I just need to dispel their "delusions" in this area and turn their attention to other directions, so as to solve the problem of people's shaking and ensure the stable operation of the military factory.

Production plans, remuneration packages, health and basic living guarantees... As long as there are these, workers who work hard for at least ten hours a day can't have any other ideas other than rest and relax after get off work.

At the same time, it is also like the army will continue to absorb new recruits, and in the case of supplementing the loss of combat power, it can also prevent veterans from sitting on the ground and raising prices and coercing the army... Factories can also use the same method to fight against skilled workers who have certain production skills.

It just made William a little curious. Compared with an excellent officer and spellcaster, he is more like a successful factory owner who is proficient in maximizing efficiency and squeezing workers.

More importantly, he seems to have a good understanding of the process of industrial production.

It is not like the Saint Isaac's classics that church scholars like myself have mastered from books, and it is also different from many real property owners in Clovis City.

Anson Bach... To him, these seem to be natural and natural things - whether it is the tone of the story or the analogy, it is neither theoretical nor practical details, more like fragmented information Plus the product of mixed personal understanding.

But just that little fragment, the information density has greatly surpassed any church classics that I have read.

Apart from the possibility that he can predict the future, what kind of terrifying insight and information organization ability are needed to make a "little suggestion" that can be put into college textbooks as lightly as he does?

Could this be the reason the tomb keeper would target him?

They have to continue the big plan to resurrect the dead three old gods, and Anson Bach is the key to it... I am afraid it is not just because the spellcaster is also a gifted person.

Perhaps those "eyes" are what the grave keeper really wants...

In the noisy military factory, William gradually became fascinated by the blueprints hanging on the wall.

Pile of scribbled lines form more than a dozen shapes on the drawings, ranging from simple to complex shapes of "artillery" and "rifle", with stickers of different sizes marking "structure", "time". , "Cost", etc.

The walls around the drawing are covered with formulas composed of various runes and numbers left with chalk.

Time is limited, cost is low, and structure is simple... Under these constraints, he wants to design at least one company-level fire support weapon, as well as an infantry weapon that can be installed on a large scale and cost-effectively surpassing the Leiden rifle.

In fact, William already had a complete idea the day he heard Anson's request, but...

"It's not enough..." Staring at the wall of formulas, William muttered to himself: "Anson Bach, what you and your army need is not the kind of toy that can handle things casually."

"Once the church is supported, the empire's counterattack is not something that the current Beluga Port can resist, and if the Rune family is exposed to the world..."

"Unless you can resist the counterattack of the whole old world, you will be wiped out in ashes."

"But...you, who have those 'eyes', should have been aware of this possibility long ago, right?"

After a slight pause, his eyes fell on the corner of the wall; a series of complicated formulas seemed to have life in William Gottfried's pupils.

"We mortals can't describe this world better than this... Saint Isaac said." A smile appeared on the corner of William's mouth:

"May it bring you some unusual 'surprises' like when I first came into contact with mathematics!"

………………

Beluga Harbour Council, small smoking room.

Reinhard had just pushed the door and walked into the house, his radiant expression instantly revealed exhaustion that could not be concealed, and said weakly:

"The council representatives in Long Lake Township and Red Hand Bay have agreed, and they will urge the colony as soon as possible to send a shipment of grain and pickled products at cost as aid to Beluga Harbor."

"That's great."

Standing in front of the wine cabinet, the young secretary's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly handed over the glass of wine that had just been filled: "Thank you for your hard work, Your Excellency President."

"No hard work, they took the initiative to agree."

Reinhard, who took the wine glass, shook his head, sighed and sat down on the sofa beside the fireplace: "In the end, these are all thanks to Lord Anson Bach - even Black Reef Harbor and Grey Pigeon Castle intend to lend a helping hand. come."

"But on the one hand it was too far away, and on the other hand they themselves did not fully recover from the Revolutionary War, so I rejected them."

"However, even if the relief supplies can arrive smoothly, it is up to us to find a way to solve the current situation."

"But with the appeal of Lord Anson Bach and the resources in his hands, it is not a problem at all."

"Yeah..." The little secretary nodded slightly, agreeing with Reinhard's words.

Whether rebuilding ports or rescuing thousands of victims, what is needed is not just supplies, but forces that can be quickly mobilized, transported and rationed.

In the current new world, only the Storm Legion...or Anson Bach has such power.

Since the sun rose, the young secretary, who was also extremely exhausted, began to communicate and negotiate with the Beluga Harbor Council as the "representative of the commander-in-chief" to discuss coordination and management.

The Storm Legion has more than 5,000 soldiers, but the well-developed Beluga Port is already a port city with a population of tens of thousands. Without the cooperation of administrative machinery, it is impossible to effectively solve any emergencies.

Baron Ax, the "colonial tax officer" who has turned into a fanatic, came forward in person to purchase enough fuel and building materials for thousands of people to spend the winter from the "Heating Committee" and "Timber Committee", and asked the "Livestock Committee" and "Food Committee" to guarantee Bakeries and meat markets in the city are open as normal, and malicious price increases are strictly prohibited. The chamber of commerce is mobilized to set up cheap grocery stores around the square where the victims gather, and provide a batch of daily necessities for free... All costs are borne by the council.

This is the immediate response of the Beluga Harbor Council after the disaster.

Just a year ago, the so-called "Council of Five Hundreds" was a standard colonial self-governing council - neither knew what it was nor had anything to govern.

As a witness to everything, in addition to being proud that the colony was making great strides towards bureaucracy and proceduralism, the little clerk occasionally felt a little inexplicable panic.

Because if you are just a colonial governor, too efficient management may not be a good thing - efficiency means costs, and to maintain the current parliament, you have to pay a huge cost.

The reason why colonial parliaments are so incompetent is because of this "small government" and "inefficient" state, which can maximize the interests of everyone and concentrate wealth in the hands of very few people.

The painstaking efforts to make Beluga Port prosperous seems to have brought a lot of profits to the Storm Legion and the Rune family, but if the cost is included, it has only maintained a situation of neither loss nor profit.

The same is true of the Free Confederacy... Anson didn't need to march into Sail City, let alone liberate all the Empire's colonies.

It is in the interests of a colonial governor to vassalize Longhu Town and Red Hand Bay, and control Winter Torch City as a strategic fulcrum for a long and long confrontation with the Empire.

Colonial Governor... Colony... Governor...

As the clerk, Alan Dawn has always prided himself on being one of the people who knew Anson Bach best; so as more and more information emerges that Anson's ambitions may be more than the Governor of Ice Dragonfjord, or even more than When Colonial Governor...

He was a little flustered.

If this kind of panic in the past was just a guess in the bottom of my heart, then after the disaster, the background and strength of Beluga Harbor began to explode completely, and the guess began to gradually become a reality.

The little secretary doesn't mind abandoning the Franz family and switching to Rune, and doesn't mind being an enemy of the empire, or even the Kingdom of Clovis to some extent, but...

"Guru..."

Swallowing the drink in his mouth, the silent Alan Dawn continued to flip through the thick documents in his hands.

His expression and reaction were completely seen by Reinhard, who was sitting opposite him.

Sure enough, the situation was exactly as I thought... Reinhard shouted with excitement in his heart.

The original panic completely disappeared at this moment, replaced by unprecedented ecstasy.

Although he has always regarded the foray into the Free Confederation as the success of the New World Corporation, to be honest, whether as a member of the Roland family or the president of the New World Bank, Reinhard never took the Confederacy seriously.

After all, aside from the size, it is at best a large autonomous council - relying on it, the New World Company has no real help or benefit in its name, and it is even more impossible to control any unceremoniously like a church bank. Financial and real industries within a kingdom.

But if it's a kingdom, then... it's totally different.

Yep, that's it... Reinhard is now completely convinced that this is what Ansen Bach really wanted.

What is a Legion Commander, what is a Colonial Governor, what is a Confederacy?

Compared to a kingdom, they... huh, what are they? !

………………

"It's simple, it's nothing."

Facing the soldiers whose faces were full of hope and expectation, Carl Bain, who had just returned from the headquarters, said angrily:

"Your commander, Brigadier General Anson Bach, is neither a 'savior chosen by the Ring of Order' nor a demon heresy who can summon a purple moon."

"He's just an ordinary man - of course, an ordinary man with bloodline power - no different from you, me, and any healthy, able-bodied Clovis!"

"But he saved Beluga Port!" Before he finished speaking, a soldier immediately stood up and retorted:

"If it wasn't the savior chosen by the Ring of Order, why was he able to save Beluga Harbor alone?!"

"He didn't, so he wasn't!"

Without giving others a chance to shout, Carl Rico, who is experienced in this regard, retorted:

"It's you, it's me, it's all of us who save Beluga Port!"

"Without the **** battle of the Second and Third Infantry Regiments, it is definitely not only the port area that was destroyed; without the timely response of Fabian and the rest of the Corps, thousands of mad believers would have killed half of the living people in Beluga Harbor."

"I don't deny that Brigadier General Anson Bach made some contributions~www.wuxiamtl.com~ But as his subordinate, his comrade-in-arms, I will never say that Moby Dick was saved by him alone!"

"I know that many of you have 'heard' some rumors." Carl looked around:

"But remember, rumors are rumors because they are not officially certified!"

"So I stress again, this is the end of the matter, if any soldier is found to spread rumors, he will be immediately engaged in military law - hear clearly?!"

"Yes--!!!!"

"Very good! Remember, Brigadier General Anson Bach is just an ordinary person, and a soldier who is loyal to the kingdom, no different from you!" The chief of staff said:

"It has nothing to do with saviours, heretics, devils, anything!"

"Well...at least that's it for now..."

Carl, who had a weird expression, couldn't help muttering in a low voice.