I Will Be The Crowned King

"Anson Bach... Commodore?!"

The little maid Angelica's mouth widened in shock, her jewel-like eyeballs protruding as if they were about to fall out: "The ring of order is on... This is a lie!"

"Either it's true, or the father is lying."

Although it has been a long time, Sophia's eyes still have the aftertaste of extreme fright in her eyes, not much better than the little maid: "Father never lies, so this matter is absolutely true."

"Anson Bach, this **** is about to become a brigadier general!"

The fast-moving four-wheeled carriage swayed slightly with the rotation of the wheels, but the two of them, whose thoughts had already flown to the sky in the carriage, were completely unaware, and even their attention was no longer on the seat below them.

"But even if it's true, it's surprising." Angelica couldn't help twitching her throat like a frightened rabbit:

"If I remember correctly, he seems to be only twenty-four years old this year. A twenty-four-year-old brigadier general... Since Clovis implemented the military rank system, he can count such a young brigadier general on one hand..."

"It's not that exaggerated."

Sophia snorted coldly, her face a little ugly: "Not counting the heirs, if members of the royal family of all dynasties want to serve as army commanders, the brigadier general is just the beginning, and it is not unheard of to directly confer the title of marshal... There are also a few royal capitals, It is also not uncommon to be appointed brigadier general at a young age."

"Of course, there are only a handful of people who start out as a captain like him and can be promoted to brigadier general within two years."

The Franz family is not a family of military achievements, but even with a handful of knowledge, she also understands that the second son of a small aristocrat from the countryside like Ansen, the middle-ranking officer is their best destination, and the meddling of the stars is comparable to the sky.

After all, there are only so many troops in the army. After removing the royal family, the wealthy family and a bunch of old veterans, there are very few "pits" left for the newcomers - even the top nobles, if he is purely illiterate, there is no chance.

It sounds a bit funny, but it is true; what's more, Anson has long been hated in the Army, how could anyone be willing to nominate him for honors?

Thinking of someone's notoriety within the army, the corner of Sophia's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly: probably because of the exaggerated military exploits in Hantu, coupled with her tireless publicity, it has reached Ludwig on the battlefield of the Western Front. The elder brother will occasionally hear about it.

The tabloid God of War... This is relatively polite, because the storm division first became popular because of Leon François's "The Battle of Eagle Point City", and then he held several charity sales activities, similar to "Diary Famous General", "Crowdfunding Legion"...even more malicious monikers are not uncommon.

The only explanation must be that there was an event of great influence in the New World that made Ansen Bach be awarded the title even if the Privy Council and Carlos II had to offend the army.

Sophia instinctively raised her head and looked meaningfully at her little maid.

"No! Absolutely not!" Angelica shook her head quickly to show her loyalty:

"All the letterheads from the New World, I handed them over to you without looking at them. Absolutely, absolutely... I definitely didn't deduct a letter and secretly give it to the master!"

"Of course I know this, but I'm just a little skeptical." Sophia wrote lightly, signaling the little maid not to be nervous:

"Just if there is no accident, it means that that **** Anson Bach has not written me a single letter for at least two months."

"Could it be that something happened to Ice Dragon Fjord?"

The little maid tentatively said: "It just so happens that Colonel William Cecil is about to arrive at Clovis City. You can invite him to your house privately in the name of the Franz family, and learn about the new world before the ceremony. condition?"

"Of course." Sophia nodded slightly, her face gradually solemn:

"The situation in the new world has to be figured out as soon as possible, and I even suspect that about Anson Bach, father maybe he didn't tell the whole truth..."

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New World, Sail City.

In the study room of the Governor's mansion, the young knight standing in front of the window stared at the bustling street outside. He recalled in his mind the scene when An Sen, who was wearing a pair of dark circles in the early morning, suddenly came in to ask for help.

The thing to help is also very simple: after the war, many officers of the storm division accumulated a large amount of loot, hoping to sell them in Sail City for cash or other hard currency.

But it is obviously a very dangerous thing for the military to do business, so he hopes that he will organize the Chamber of Commerce and the rich in Yangfan City to specialize in acquisitions—of course, it is not impossible to understand it as a disguised charge for the protection of Yangfan City.

Although this incident has the element of making money from war, it is also a practice in a sense; and it is better to let the rich lose, than the soldiers and officers to forcefully buy and sell, or even loot along the street to cause damage to the city of sailing... So Louis is very happily agreed.

The second thing is a little more complicated: because of the casualties and various losses in the war, the Storm Division hopes to recruit a part of the manpower in Yangfan City; and the "manpower" to be added is slightly special - that is, the naturalization in Yangfan City Indigenous peoples.

More precisely, the beast slaves.

Louis had a natural aversion to this kind of enslavement, but as the heir of Adelaide, he knew better how prosperous the animal slave trade was in the New World. Even Port Adland could see shackles on his neck and ankles. New World natives beaten with whips for hard labor.

In the colonies, these alien races regarded as "livestock" are more common, and can even be called pillar industries; there is no prosperous animal slave trade, most plantations, mines and large workshops rely on the colonists, even normal Operation is impossible.

So when Anson made this request, the young knight could not find anything but surprise to refuse; the liberals of Sail City were said to have objected, because if these beast slaves were recruited and taken away by the Stormmaster, their labor force would be lost. But it was reduced.

But Anson also gave a reason they couldn't refuse - the ratio of beast slaves to colonists.

According to the most scientific statistical results at present (God knows who made the statistics, and why is it scientific) If the number of immigrants in a colony reaches more than 1,000, and the ratio of the number of indigenous people is almost one to one, then unless there is some Unexpectedly, otherwise the local security will be very stable.

If the ratio reaches one to two or three, then as long as the number of immigrants exceeds 3,000 and there are still a steady stream of new immigrants, there will still be no problems.

A one-to-four ratio would be a little dangerous; cities and outlying plantations, farms, or mines must be fortified, armed with colonists, and limited the range of movement of natives and beast slaves.

And now the ratio of the vast majority of imperial colonies is basically more than one to five.

If it weren't for the fact that the colonial militia organization had been established, and the previous colonial riot had been severely suppressed once, those beast slaves and the naturalized natives in the city would have rebelled long ago.

In fact, the use of this word is not very accurate. Events like the remote farms or the beast slave riots in the mines have always appeared one after another, but they were only covered up by the war between the Empire and the Confederacy.

In Anson's theory, the recruiting method of Storm Masters reduces the ratio of natives and colonists, not only is it not the loss of Sail City, but it can even improve local stability and speed up the recovery of the colony.

Not only can't I stop myself, but I should thank him instead?

Thinking of the guy's righteous expression at the time, Louis couldn't help shaking his head; a win-win result that seemed to be mutually beneficial was not Anson Bach's style of doing things.

What we can see now is to weaken the potential strength of Yangfan City and increase the strength of the Storm Division. In the face of the Free Confederation after joining him, he and his Storm Division can no longer maintain absolute crushing as before. It is a normal idea to improve the strength.

"But...why does it have to be aboriginal?"

The puzzled young knight looked out the window and muttered to himself.

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"Because of balance."

Anson, who was severely sleep deprived, held a large mug of hot coffee and yawned as he explained to the bewildered Carl.

"Now that the war against the Empire has just ended, the various colonial councils must be thinking of quickly withdrawing their militias back to their own territory. It is pure fantasy and impossible to continue to hold them in their hands."

"As for robbing people from the colonies, it's even more impossible. These are the basic plans of all parties, and even Grey Pigeon Castle will not agree; under the balance of left and right, animal slaves or indigenous people are our best choices. ."

"But don't you still have the Faithful Alliance?" Carl raised his eyebrows, unable to take his eyes off the two dark circles on his face:

"As far as I know, this organization is very popular in the eastern colonies. As long as the Bishop of Rebo calls, it will definitely not be a problem to gather tens of thousands of people in minutes."

"But that's the problem." Anson took over the topic and tapped the table with his coffee cup:

"Ecumenism is a sect known all over the world for its religious fanaticism and jihad. Although Bishop Rebo himself seems to be very restrained in this regard, we have to guard against it and keep it as much as possible at the level of a mutual aid organization among community-level believers. Have too much armed force."

"So you're going to turn a bunch of savages who used to shovel hoes and move minerals into the Clovis Legion of the Ring of Faith and Order..." Carl, who was exhausted, let out a long sigh:

"Okay, I have no opinion on this matter. Anyway, it sounds quite compatible with our storm division."

Anson was stunned: "How do you say?"

"Don't you think they have a lot in common with a group of beast slaves who were bought and sold and a group of cannon fodder thrown into the ice and snow?" Carl laughed at himself:

"Like nobody cares if they live or die - neither us nor them."

Anson Bach: "…"

Sometimes he really felt that, rather than a staff officer or a lieutenant, the real career for Carl was that of a tavern talk show actor - a dejected, humiliating person from appearance to personality to make the audience laugh.

Of course, at least now, besides the function of self-deprecating, his staff skills are also full: "Well, now even if you have a sufficient source of soldiers, the instructors have me and the officers' corps as free voluntary hard labor, weapons and weapons. I can think of a way to build a new military factory and textile factory from Beluga Port, such as military uniforms, but…”

"What about the money, where does the money for the formation of the army come from?"

It's an eternal problem - money is not a problem, because the problem is money.

As Chief of Staff (Adjutant) Carl is very clear that it is absolutely impossible for the officers of the Storm Division to agree to the commander-in-chief's use of public funds to assemble this army of cannon fodder.

"Don't worry, I didn't think about that kind of thing that damages morale at all." Anson smiled nonchalantly, raised the cup and took a sip of coffee - without adding sugar:

"I'm going to do this myself, it has nothing to do with the storm division."

"Um?!"

Carl's eyes widened instantly - not only was he shocked by Anson's private treasury, but also this courage.

Looking at the pair of dark purple eyes and someone who had been slumped in the chair, he even felt that he was about to discover the truth.

"You, you last night..."

"Don't ask!" An Sen made a direct steal, his face instantly stiff:

"Whoever asks who will die in this matter."

Looking at his right hand that was already reaching for the holster, Carl took a deep breath and raised his hands in a standard "harmless" posture.

"Okay, don't ask." The loyal chief of staff showed a false smile:

"But have you ever considered that it is illegal to form a private army as a Colonel as a Colonel - if the news is returned to the mainland, the War Department is likely to..."

"It is very likely that I will be dismissed, and then send another unlucky person who is willing to die in the new world?" Anson rolled his eyes:

"I'm fine, but we'll have to wait until they find the scapegoat first."

"But, even if not, this is also a stain on your resume. They will be able to charge you with this in the future." Carl is still worried:

"For example, this battle against the imperial army has expelled all the empire's power in the new world in one go... Even if you can't be promoted, there will definitely be awards; if you are lucky, you might even be able to get the noble title of a court baron. !"

"This kind of thing should be discussed later. The premise of UU reading www.uukanshu.com is to survive first." An Sen waved his hand, with a posture of serving the country without seeking fame and fortune:

"All in all, don't worry about the money issue, I'm responsible for the incident... What's the problem?"

Carl sighed, and he could see that the commander-in-chief had the backing of the Rune family and the eldest lady of the Franz family, that he dared to be so unscrupulous:

"The last one - this army must not be included in the establishment of the Storm Division. What name do you plan to name and how many?"

"In preparation...for the time being, let's take the scale of ten to fifteen infantry regiments, and see if there is a chance to expand in the future."

Anson thought about it seriously, and tried to let his barren creativity show some initiative:

"As for the name, um..."

"What do you think of being called 'Shooting Army'?"

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