Chapter 762

The war preparations for the Kingdom Government began early before Rodney XVIII summoned Giles' envoy.

The busiest thing during that period was the various logistics units in the army.

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The cast iron alley in the southern part of Jingyao City is still shrouded in gray-blue morning mist, and logistics officer Edmund White has kicked open the door of the third blacksmith shop.

The unfinished breastplate on the anvil was covered with dark red warmth. The old blacksmith wrapped in a leather apron raised his head from the pile of charcoal, and his turbid eyes suddenly contracted after seeing the emblem on the chest of the visitor.

"You have to deliver two hundred passes in three days," Edmund's cowhide boots over the subway filings, and the metal file folders are heavily slapped beside the forge. "I want to ask about your progress."

"Sir, the fire in the stove has never been extinguished!" The strong old blacksmith raised his burned hands, "But..."

Edmund frowned immediately, and his two thick eyebrows were almost tucked together, "But what? I reminded you that there should be no mistakes in this job. His Majesty the King is very concerned about the logistics of the army."

"The iron ingots are not enough."

Edmund said angrily: "You really can cause trouble for me! You are really concerned about paying money from His Majesty the King's pocket. Didn't you expect to encounter such difficulties when you received this order? If you can't complete the scheduled quota, you and I will be in trouble!”

"I'm sorry, sir!"

The quarconian was walking back and forth on the ground with his hands behind his back, and finally said, "Let's do this, a batch of iron ingots will be transported from Xigang soon. This was used by the army. Can I try to apply for it to your store. Some of the transfers are required, but some final payment must be deducted as a fine.”

The old blacksmith is so amnesty, "Thank you, Lord Edmund, the final payment is easy to discuss, I will deliver the goods on time!"

In Jingyao and its nearby towns, many blacksmith shops received military orders similar to those above. Many military supplies are ordered directly from the Northwest Bay, where the workshops are large in production and good quality, but some not very important accessories, such as the bars of musket barrels, were handed over to workshops under their control by the Kingdom Government. We.

You can't spread all the white silver coins to the Northwest Bay.

Despite this, most of the materials used directly for combat are transported from the western bay by cargo ship.

Large-scale material transportation from Xigang to Jingyao has lasted for half a month, including swords, spears, armor and other weapons, as well as important raw materials such as iron ingots.

To reduce movement, most transportation work takes place from night to early morning.

The morning mist has not yet dissipated, and the last convoy drove into the White Oak Camp outside the city. Silhouettes in and out of the army warehouse, four-wheeled baggage trucks lined up into winding iron snakes, and newly cast steel bearings on the axles were under the moonlight. Glowing faint blue light, it is said that this kind of truck is a secret invention of the Northwest Bay, which can increase the load efficiency by more than four times compared to traditional horse-drawn carriages.

The maroon-colored horse-drawn nose sprayed white mist, the horseshoes smashed the ruts of thin ice, and the wooden boxes on the wheels made a clanging sound as the bumps were bumping.

The material reception work is very busy, and the soldiers responsible for transporting are like worker ants, carrying iron and wooden boxes to shuttle back and forth in the warehouse.

Logistics officer Horn pulled open the wool scarf, and the white air he exuded condensed into ice flowers on the copper-framed glasses. The sheepskin gloves he held the list were already covered with frost, but they could still accurately poke the cracks with a wool pen: "The fixing buckle of this wooden box has loosened three teeth! Let the blacksmith come over and strengthen it - now!"

The soldier next to him responded and hurriedly ran out.

If it were in the old army, such things were not a big deal at all, but the instructor from Arda established a strict accountability mechanism for the new army of the royal family, so Horn was dedicated and did not dare to have any of the materials he handled. Neglect.

"Be careful of that box, don't walk next to the torch!" He suddenly shouted, and the soldier carrying the box was so scared that he almost fell down. Several soldiers next to him hurriedly supported the tilted wooden box, and some black powder oozed out of the corners of the box. Gunpowder, it's no wonder Horn gets angry when he sees the soldiers so close to open flames.

After repeated consideration, Paul lifted the restrictions on selling firearms to Jingyao, but only the smoothbore guns and smoothbore guns eliminated by the Arda army.

In addition, the gunpowder has also modified the raw material ratio and mixed some impurities, which reduces the power and increases the difficulty of cracking its formula.

The inventory of supplies requires careful care. After a busy period, Horn took off his hat and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead.

The officer responsible for transporting the goods opened the list, and the edges were soaked with sweat, "This batch is the goods I am responsible for, twenty boxes of muskets, four six-pound cannons, fifty barrels of gunpowder, if there is no problem, please put it on it Sign up.

"Calculate correctly." Horn took the list, spread it on the table, signed his name and returned it to the other party.

In the army warehouse near Jingyao, similar scenes are staged every day. Under the orders of King Rodney Eighteen, the royal war machine rumbles.

Or it was a road roller that would drive straight to the southern border and crush the sluts there.

However, Giles, who was the target of being crushed, was not very happy.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

The moment the golden cup hit the fireplace, the splash of wine splashed hideous blood claws on the tapestries. The Grand Duke Giles held the gold-edged book of slaughtering, and the edges of the parchment were shattered into falling gold foil between his fingers, as if he was about to crush Rodney Eighteen's crown that made him sick.

"That young bird with unblemished breasts dared to declare war!" The veins on his forehead stormed, and his amber eyes were burning, "Hmph! Look at the strength of the stamp, the coward's seal is brighter than the previous king!"

The silver plate brought by the maid was chopped in half by the furious Giles with a long knife, and honey-stained cherries rolled into the delicate carpet.

Giles said viciously: "I can't believe that three months ago he wrote a letter to please me like a dog, and he shouted at me so kindly."

He suddenly froze in place, and he remembered that it was a marriage with the Marquis of Gleman in the Northwest Bay. Yes, it met the royal family's determination to attack him.

The bronze mirror suddenly reflected the corner of his twitching mouth. He had forced the royal army to retreat to Jing Yao, and he was trembling like an old horse who encountered a pack of wolves on a snowy night.

There was hallucination in front of Giles's eyes, which turned out to be Paul Gleman's annoying face.

Gleman was laughing at him fiercely: "Your Highness, I remember you asked me to teach me how cruel reality is."

"Damn it!" Giles waved his arms forward fiercely, dispelling the hallucinations.

"Rodney, Gleman, since you have chosen war, then go for war! See if it is my undead army powerful, or your toy soldiers powerful?"