Data Wasteland

A reception is being held in Hall One of the Wrights Crown Hotel.

The crystal lamp illuminates the exquisite goblet, the golden champagne is bubbling with a trace of bubbles, and the ice cubes in the glassware are glorious. On the long dining table covered with white floral cloth, all kinds of snacks and snacks are readily available.

The well-dressed nobles gathered in twos and threes and communicated in low voices.

Since the princely princess recruited the local troops of the Principality, daily receptions have been held here to entertain the local nobles who came to participate in the war and provide them with a place to communicate.

"Viscount Blunt, I finally saw you!"

"Baron Prader, you are finally here!"

In the corner of the reception hall, the two middle-aged nobles hugged each other.

"I haven't seen you in almost ten years, you still look so young." "Oh, I'm old, the child has grown up."

"Seeing you, I remembered the days when we worked as a errand under the earl together." "Yes, every day after work, we will go to the bar to get drunk and rest."

"Ms. Xueli is okay?" "The body is okay, but I have some insomnia recently. You know, the war is about to start, she is very worried. What about her younger siblings, how is her health?" "Following me, I was wronged. The sunshine in the Northern Wilderness is too violent, you may not recognize it when you see it."

The two old colleagues recounted the past, drank a few glasses of champagne, and the topic shifted to face it.

"Viscount Blunt, I am here this time to join the army of the prince. I don't know if you can recommend it." Baron Prade said.

If local troops want to participate in the war, they must first join a certain group army of the principality.

The eldest prince Gavin Maris has a lofty status. He is the first person under the Grand Duke Salod. He is also the first heir to the throne and the future lord of the country. Not only that, he also has Ricardo, one of the four major military geniuses in the Red Earth Continent.

"Oh, it's not easy..." Viscount Blunt said with a sorrowful expression, "The quota of the First Army is full, and I am also in the Second Army..."

The meaning of Viscount Blunt was very clear, even he himself could not enter the first army of the prince, not to mention the local troops in the fringe town of Baron Prade.

"Then, what about the Second Army?" Baron Prader asked hurriedly.

"The Second Army guards the front line of the water ferret, and the leading general is Howard Martha, a cousin of the Maris family, who is considered the princess. The possibility of fighting among the three armies is the least. If your purpose is the same as mine, it's just that If you want to get some military subsidies and wait for the opportunity, then I will recommend you to General Howard." Viscount Blunt paused and said, "But if you want to do it with a real sword and use your military merits for the future, then I I suggest you go to the Third Army."

Baron Prader thought for a while, and asked, "What's the situation with the Third Army? Who is the leading general?"

"The leader is Earl George, who is mainly responsible for the front line of Chiyan. Your views are relatively close, and there should be many common topics."

"That's good!" Hearing the old-school nobleman Earl George led the army, Baron Prader immediately showed joy, and then exclaimed, "I have drank with Earl George before. He is really a noble old gentleman. ."

"If you think it fits, I'll introduce you now. I just had a drink with the Chief of the Quartermaster of Earl George, and I should still be here now." "Then there will be Lord Lao." "Look at what you said. We are all old friends, don't be polite with me."

Before long, Viscount Blunt took Baron Prader and found Cao Dexi, the quartermaster of the Third Army of the Red Dragon Principality.

Cao Dexi had a big belly and a face full of flesh. When looking at people, his eyes were narrowed into a line, and he looked a little arrogant and wretched.

"Chief Cao, this old friend and colleague of mine, Baron Prader." Viscount Blunt introduced.

"Hello, hello..." Cao Dexi put on a smiling face.

"Chief Cao, I want to join the Third Army and serve for Earl George." Baron Prader stroked his chest with one hand and nodded in salute.

"How many people did you bring?" Cao Dexi put away his smile, with a serious attitude.

"One hundred and sixty-two combatants, fifty-four logistics personnel, 16 mechas, comprehensively assessed as a quasi-lord-level battle group." Baron Prader raised his head and said with some pride.

"There are a lot of people, at least it's an independent

Set up camp, but..." Cao Dexi glanced at Viscount Blunt, and said with some embarrassment, "Now there are a lot of local troops who come to join us, but the Third Army has a limited budget..."

"In this way, you talk first, I have a few friends over there to entertain." Viscount Blunt left wittily, leaving the two to communicate separately.

"Chief Cao, look..." Baron Prader sent two hundred gold coins without being noticed.

If you don't join the group army, you must be incorporated into the reserve army and wait for recruitment. The reserve army has very low subsidies, only enough to eat, and it is very exhausting. Some reserve forces squatted, they all grew fat, and their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.

After receiving the money, Cao Xide glanced around, showing a greasy smile, "Oh, my lord, you are too polite."

"I have to trouble Chief Cao to take care of him in the future."

"Okay, come to me if you have any difficulties in the future." Cao Xide resumed his serious appearance, "I will report tonight. When the earl approves it, I will arrange to take the oath at the earl's mansion. When the oath is finished, you can do it. Tell me, I will give you a troop number."

"With the number, you can log on to the website of the military department to report. Soon the earl's gendarmerie will be stationed in your army, and after they have checked it, military subsidies will be issued."

"Although it's a little troublesome, it's all necessary procedures." Cao Xide concluded.

"My Excellency." Baron Prader nodded and saluted.

"The members of the military police are not as easy to talk as I am, so please bear with me." Cao Xide reminded.

The role of the gendarmerie is to ensure that the orders of the group army can be carried out and to supervise the war during the war.

"understand…"

On the morning of the third day, Baron Prade brought his two sons to the residence of Earl George.

Earl George is a veteran nobleman of the Red Dragon Principality, with tall and luxurious decorations, and has a history of nearly two hundred years.

"Brother, when do you think we can live in this kind of place?" Peter Prader couldn't help asking as he looked at the sculptures, the elaborately gardened vestibule garden, and the white mansion behind the fountain with embossed exterior walls. Tao.

"Kill a few earls on the battlefield, and we can live in." Sean Prader said lightly.

A moment later, under the jujube tree in the back garden, Earl George was wearing a formal suit, and standing next to him was the pastor of the Holy Light Church as a witness.

The state religion of the Principality of Longhong is the Holy Light Church, and they are invited to attend every major ceremony.

The oath-sworn put his right hand on the holy word book and began to take the oath.

"I am John Prader, the baron of the kingdom, and the mayor of Prad. I now solemnly swear that I will always be loyal to the royal family of Maris and voluntarily join the Third Army of the Red Dragon Principality led by Earl George. I will do my duty, obey the command of the highest commander of the group army, and never retreat in front of the enemy until the end of my life..."

In the afternoon when the oath was completed, Baron Prader received the troop number from Cao Dexi.

[The 79th Independent Battalion of the Third Army of the Red Dragon Principality]

Baron Prader used a black watch to log on to the website of the Red Dragon Principality’s military department, find the page of the Third Army, and upload the list of personnel and armaments of the independent battalion.

Military subsidies are evaluated according to the number of personnel and individual strength, as well as the overall situation of armaments. The more people, the stronger the strength and the more expensive the equipment, the more subsidies you will get.

In short, it is how much money you have for how much strength you have.

[The information has been uploaded, please wait patiently for the military police to settle in]

The day after the application, a six-member gendarmerie squad came to the camp of the Prade Town troops.

These gendarmes were all personal soldiers of Earl George. The uniforms were brand new and uniform, and compared with the old country troops in combat uniforms, they made judgments higher and higher.

They looked arrogant, and looked at ordinary soldiers with a condescending look.

"The 9th Squadron of the 3rd Squadron of the First Military Police Brigade of the Third Army was ordered to enter the 79th Independent Battalion!"

After the military salute, the gendarmerie began to inspect personnel and equipment. They were wearing white gloves and holding register books, and they swept around with keen eyes.

"Your Valkyrie was produced in 2586. It has been thirty-one years old. Isn't it a scrap product?"

"Performance is still very good. If you don't believe me, I will show it to you."

"I don't care if you can open it or not, but I can only calculate it based on the 70% new shoulder gun."

"Well, this is wrong, the fuel consumption is several times worse..."

"Then count as scrap, there is no one at all."

"Okay, okay, you are the army master, you have the final say."

The captain of the mecha unit dared not offend the captain of the military police, nodded and said yes, while secretly sending someone to tell the baron's youngest son the situation.

When Peter Prader learned about it, he ran over angrily and asked the captain of the gendarmerie to make sense.

"Why do you count according to the shoulder anti-cannon? This is the Valkyrie, and the fuel consumption is three times that of the shoulder anti-cannon."

The gendarmerie captain frowned, and the volume increased a little, "It's pretty good to count your half-shoulder anti-cannon. It's been thirty-one years, and it should be scrapped long ago!"

"Our Valkyrie is often overhauled. I don’t know how many times the parts inside have been changed. Now it’s no different from the new one. If you don’t believe me, let me show it to you. If you check it out, I’ll be alone. Don't either." Peter argued for reason. This Valkyrie is my father's favorite. She is usually a baby bump, and she fixes it herself if there is a small problem. No one knows the state of this mecha better than him.

"I said it is a waste product, it's a waste product, what is it, don't you understand people!" the military police captain cursed impatiently.

Peter suddenly became angry, "Why are you unreasonable!"

"Who do you like to reason with, go away, don't get in the way!" the captain of the military police yelled.

"You are discriminating against our local troops." Peter cried excitedly.

"Okay, you don't cooperate, are you? Let's go!" The gendarmerie captain slammed the registration book, "If you are not convinced, you can go to the military to make a complaint. We are welcome at any time." He threw a word, turned and left.

"Hey, don't don't, military man, don't go..." Xiao En saw that his brother was in conflict with the military police, and hurried over, pulling the military police captain.

"Let go, don't pull it!" the military police captain shouted.

Xiao En hurriedly let go, and then said with a smile, "Military Lord, the child is not sensible, don't care about him. If you have anything, you should discuss it well and discuss it well."

"Brother..." Peter hesitated to speak, but was yelled by his brother, "Shut up!" Then he pointed to the distance, "Go away, don't get in the way here!"

Peter was a little aggrieved, but left.

"Soldier, can you be more accommodating." After his brother left, Xiao En stuffed a purse into the hand of the military police captain.

"What do you mean!" The captain of the military police immediately threw the purse back, "What do you think I am!"

"Master, what are you..." Xiao En looked at a loss.

"Forget it..." The gendarmerie captain's tone eased, "Seeing that you are a sensible, don't embarrass you." He lowered his voice and asked, "Do you understand the rules here?"

"Big brother, please." Xiao En hurriedly leaned over.

"The above points, you know." The military police captain hinted.

Xiao En quickly understood that he wanted to deduct money from the subsidy, and then asked, "How many points?"

The gendarmerie captain compared two fingers, "20%, this is the rule." Then he emphasized, "Everyone is the same."

Sean hesitated for a while and nodded. The army has a long tradition of deducting salaries from the army, and he has heard of it a long time ago. Since everyone is like this, they can't help it.

"Okay, sensible!" The gendarmerie captain smiled and patted Xiao En on the shoulder, turned his head and said to the registered man, "Remember, 90% of the new Valkyrie."

"Thanks, thank you, brother." "I didn't collect the money, I just changed hands." "I understand, I understand..."

The next day, the military subsidies were issued that month, and the gendarmerie captain took away 20%.

Back to the Gendarmerie Headquarters of the Third Army, 70% was turned over, and the remaining 30% was shared with his brothers.

The reason why military expenditures are distributed through the system is to avoid private fraud. But in fact, as long as there are people, it can't be avoided. There are policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom, but it's just another way.