Chapter 1797 We need to make the best use of our people
This is actually the most important part of this alliance’s arms purchase plan.
President Nishita and this government are counting on regaining the ability to build their own dreadnoughts through the construction of the last two God-class ships. Of course, you can also use this to transform your own country's armed empire alliance into a pure alliance system with some self-produced and self-developed mixed-match styles from all nations.
But the problem is, how can it be so simple?
On this matter, Luo Zeshi, as an armaments expert, discussed this matter several times with his omnipotent commander. The final conclusion is that the Mars Shipyard may be able to obtain certain equipment upgrades, or it may be able to train tens of thousands of technicians with similar experience, but in the end it will only be able to build a ship hull or something.
As the most important core of large warships, everything from engines to energy terminals to main guns to radars, and even special armor plating, still have to be imported from the alliance.
Of course, even so, it is already the first step from scratch to something. In these days, who didn’t start from the slipway first?
Start with the hull, and then conduct reverse research and development on the remaining components step by step. As long as you find a way to prevent the Gonguns from picking peaches, it will take decades to complete this piece of work. I clicked the technology tree back again.
However, it is obvious that Marshal Ferragut just wants to quickly make the beautiful memories of his youth a reality again, which is not at all in line with the objective development laws of affairs. But who can blame an old man who is stuck in his memories?
The memories of the elderly and the imagination of children are the same beautiful spiritual world, which cannot be broken casually.
After a brief silence, Marshal Ferragu, who had climbed from a cook to the top of the military, finally returned to reality.
“When I first joined the army, the Liberty Flag, the last ship of the Independence class, stepped off the slipway. At that time, I was working as a security captain at the Mars Shipyard, watching the gongs and drums of the shipyard. The sky is crowded with people, and I heard with my own eyes that Marshal Li said to us , the Mars Shipyard must start building its own Titan in twenty years. However, it has been almost fifty years, and we no longer have the ability to build the Dauntless."
The scene at the Mars Shipyard. The inexplicable fire destroyed many people's illusions.
"Before the war started, who would have thought that there would be a Titan parked in the dock here?"
Rozeshi responded with silence. He knew that the other party didn't actually want an answer.
After a moment, Marshal Ferragu had come to his senses and looked directly at Rozez, with deep emotions flashing in his eyes: "Lieutenant Colonel Rozez, you must be very familiar with the Independence, right?"
This is natural, maybe no one in the whole community is more familiar with this ship than me. Luo Zeshi couldn't help but flash this sentence pattern in his mind, and he almost wanted to laugh out loud.
If that person were present, he would definitely say so.
However, Luo Zeshi does deserve this evaluation. When the ship was still called the Natural Crest, he was present during the battle to seize the ship. He even wore armor and personally participated in the landing. He also participated in the subsequent repairs, maintenance, transfer to the earth, and the final construction. Yes.
Now, the new leadership of the Independence is installed by the princes of various factions, but only he, the best friend of the "Dragon of Dawn", remains in office, and he is still a very important second person. Vice, it can be seen from this.
As an elite socialite officer with high emotional intelligence and a well-known family background, Lieutenant Colonel Chester Rozes showed a responsible smile: "If you want to appoint me as captain, it is my duty to be a subordinate, but this is not in line with the personnel system. It will surely cause an uproar in the army, right?”
Marshal Ferragut? He laughed angrily: "Ah, as expected of his subordinates, he should have such courage to sacrifice me for no one else! No, a real soldier should also have such courage."
He shook his head mockingly again. Shaking his head: "This is a courage that a person like me will never learn in a lifetime."
You are flattered. You are the marshal of the community and a role model for soldiers. Luo Zeshi felt that if he said this directly, he might be suspicious of yin and yang.
However, before he could finish his words, Marshal Ferragut interrupted and said: "Lieutenant Colonel, I am indeed not a qualified soldier, I am just a dirty politician who got promoted through special management. Haha, although I wear a military uniform and hold a marshal's staff, I know my background. My father and grandfather served the governor of the empire, and my father and brother served Mr. Mao. Then I had the opportunity to advance. Hahahaha, if old Paul hadn't been so handsome, maybe some people would have said that I got there by selling hooks. In comparison, chef is already a very polite title.”
Luo Zeshi said sincerely: "You are an excellent commander. Even if Commander Yu is here, he will say the same thing."
"Although he is a disobedient boy, he is still a Good boy. Oh, Lieutenant Colonel, you are too." Marshal Ferragut was quite sincere, and his subsequent self-deprecation became more sober: "But I am the same kind of person as them."
< br>he pointed Looking at the blue star outside the porthole: "I know very well that whether to fight or not to fight this so-called battle to defend the earth is just a political show in the final analysis. My Titan...our Titan should be wasted like this. In the battlefield? Lieutenant Colonel, you are his first adjutant. What would he do if he were here? "
Is this a sincere question, or is it fishing on behalf of someone else?
Luo Zeshi looked directly into the marshal's eyes and hesitated briefly.
However, Marshal Ferragut did not wait for an answer. In other words, he didn't want an exact answer now, but suddenly changed the topic: "The alliance's advisors fought side by side with us to the end, and more than a dozen people died in the battle. They proved the friendship between the two countries with their blood. And the remaining Those below They are all talented people, but they are much better than the rabble under my command. As for Major General Claire Belmont, he is even more talented in martial arts and very handsome."
Roze said: "He is talented. People who have the potential to become great leaders, These are the exact words of Commander Yu. "
Marshal Ferragu glanced at the second officer of the Titan ship with a meaningful look in his eyes: "That's good. He is also on the Titan ship now. I don't have it. Stop it. Lieutenant Colonel, if Brother Yu is here, They will definitely make the best use of them, don’t you think?”
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At the same time, the mercenary Claire Belmont was walking as briskly as if he were walking. , walking in the corridor of the rear cabin of the Independence.
He is just a mercenary without official status. In theory, he should not enter the core of the community's largest battleship, but it is obvious that no one is prepared to restrict the movements of their group.
In fact, he walked through at least ten levels of checkpoints and encountered patrol robots and guards no less than five times, but no one raised any questions.
There was even an officer he knew, who claimed to be Colonel Rondel, and exchanged a few words with him.
"General Bei, are you going to board this ship too?"
"Uh... we are now mercenaries, obeying your country's National Defense Commission, and Fela Marshal Gu's order. "Marshal Ferragut can't live without you." Colonel Rondel nodded: "Doesn't that mean that I can always listen to your teachings?" ”
Colonel Lundell spoke meticulously in business politeness, and then saluted and said goodbye meticulously.
Of course, when they were saying goodbye, Krel couldn't help but look at the other person's back.
Listening to that tone, it was as if he was an old acquaintance. Perhaps he was a member of the local fleet, who had been on the New Asia front line with him and then was defeated and returned to Earth together. If this is the case, he can be regarded as an old comrade-in-arms.
However, it was hard for Krel to be sure whether he knew this person for a while.
This uncertainty is enough for me to be very vigilant. Although Lord Claire Belmont is a cynical and fun-loving person, after all, he is also a psyker with a family background. Not only does his memory far exceed that of ordinary people, but he has also been systematically trained in intelligence. There is no reason why he cannot remember what he has seen. People who have passed.
What's more, the colonel is also a senior officer, so he can't be a background character anywhere.
Is this Londel using psychic powers to distort his cognition? Krell made this judgment.
"So, whose will does he represent by showing up at this time? And what opinions does he intend to convey to me? Hey, is there anything you can't say directly? I don't know, young master, what I hate most is riddles. "Human?" The eldest son of the Belmont family put his hands on his hips. Looking at the distant earth outside the porthole, his eyes wandered:
"This hellish place, the earth, looks like a jar, but it is actually a deep well. Brother Yu Lian, if you want long-term peace and stability, you have to work hard. But there are many.”
Of course, no matter how deep the water in this jar is, it has little to do with me. Be wary, but Krell's first priority right now is not to compete with an unidentified Earth psyker. He put this little incident behind his mind for the time being and continued to move forward, soon descending to the second engine control room on the lower floor of the Independence.
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Of course, it is said to be the second "engine control room" of the Titan ship, but the atmosphere inside is not high-tech at all, and even a little anti-civilization.
Compared to the spacious spaces of the main power control room and several sub-engine rooms, this place does seem a lot darker. Although circuits and energy pipelines are also laid inside the walls and floors, and artificial light occasionally dances, the pedestal in the center of the house that seems to be made of ancient jade is naturally quite a dramatic scene.
This is a scene that should appear in a fantasy world like Gaboa OL, not a space battleship in the Galaxy Age.
Of course, Krell himself is emotionally stable. The Titan ships of the Alliance actually had these nagging tunes, and he had seen them many times when he was twelve years old.
The stone platform is carved with a variety of complex and delicate runes, full of ancient charm, like the crystallization of ancient wisdom that has been cut off.
The spiritual light quietly lights up in the direction of these characters, and shines into this dark and quiet room, just like the mottled stars in the night sky. Along with the extremely rhythmic flickering, the air in the room seemed to be becoming more solemn and grand. However, this is just Belmont’s own experience.
If you were an ordinary person here, you would be dazzled by the rhythm of the aura, but you would not be able to experience any changes in the aura. He opened his terminal, put on the glasses-like instrument, and scanned all the scenes in sight. The picture fed back by the terminal perfectly restored everything at the scene, except for the vivid halo that could not be captured.
Krel secretly sighed "Sure enough", and carefully took out a piece of golden paper from somewhere deep in the gap of his waistband, pasted it on his terminal, and coughed twice more , and then dialed a number.
After the terminal rang three times, a small holographic half finally popped up, but it was none other than Amida Berenkeist.
"Oh? Isn't this Major General Claire Belmont, the defeated general?" She folded her hands expressionlessly, her eyes looking like she was looking at garbage.
Belmont closed his mouth and said distressedly: "Have I not already reported the specific situation? No one can survive such a situation."
"So Is it because a whole fleet was hit by a ship? It made the orange... female dragon famous again?" Yani snorted.
So do you blame me for being hung and beaten, or do you blame me for allowing King Su to become famous?
"Here, wasn't this imperial fleet also attacked by Yu Lian's ship?"
Yani's eyes were suddenly filled with indescribable sadness, as if she saw the child she had raised. The sad old mother whose son has fallen into becoming a cowherd.
"Krell, ah, Krell, I thought that an adult with sound mind and body shouldn't engage in such a trick. Even the slightly ambitious Tassel Sandpiper wants to be a bad person. A lord male should not indulge in the humble life of a satellite male selling hooks. Ya Zhong. But looking at you now, you are not even as good as a clam. Are you really intoxicated by the flavor of the earth? "
I was humiliated very thoroughly, but I still used Na Na, which is not very courageous. The voice retorted: "This, this can't be blamed on me... Even if she was not defeated by King Su's ship, her follow-up reinforcements would continue to arrive. I at least convinced Marshal Ferragut to be decisive Withdraw, the fleet formation is also complete. How can I do my best if I don’t take care of you?”
Yani smiled: “Yes, I know you try your best, that’s why. I didn’t order you to commit suicide to thank the world.”
Why have you reached the point of committing suicide? Krell is not very good at judging this girl, ah no, this special defense assistant lady of the Azure Palace is joking. Anyway, as the situation in the community took a turn for the worse, and after Yu Lian and the dragon ship disappeared, her condition seemed a little unstable.
Fortunately, the current instability is only reflected in the harsh words. Generally speaking, Miss Bei's attitude is quite natural when dealing with business matters.
"How is that Titan now?"
Krell coughed and reported: "Their spirit sub-engine is encrypted with a secret configuration and cannot be photographed, so it can only rely on My naked eyes and brain memorized it by rote. However, I can confirm that it is indeed an era ahead of us in terms of stability and endurance. Yani, we have to admit that the empire is actually ahead of us in terms of military technology. Especially in terms of the combination of mysticism and science."
Miss Bei admitted this frankly: "I know that the decision-makers of the alliance also know the reason why we can form an empire. Strategic balance relies on physical strength. If we cannot bring this advantage into play, we will only suffer losses in the confrontation with the empire. The alliance is currently in a turbulent moment."
Speaking of this, Yani couldn't help but spit, gritted her teeth and said: "That little enemy really gave me a big eyedrop."
Those franchise countries who are afraid of you should really Leaders, look at what you look like now. Claire wanted to raise his eyes and roll his eyes vigorously, but he didn't dare at all.