I will be crowned king

Military... military factory?

She wants to move an entire military factory?

From Clovis to…Moby Beluga? !

After hearing the girl's answer, the shocked Erich was as stunned as a chicken, as if his head had been struck by lightning, and he was stunned on the chair as if he had lost his mind.

Sophia, whose mouth was raised, hid her smile with a light expression and a coffee cup. The other party's reaction made her very satisfied:

"How about it? Do you have confidence?"

Confidence...what confidence, magic trick?

Did this young lady make a mistake? Did she think that a military factory could stuff her clothes and jewelry into some exquisite and cute leather bag or suitcase and drag them away?

That is a military factory, with countless equipment, workshops, warehouses and buildings, reinforced concrete structures, a military factory that devours steel and coal and produces black smoke all day long, producing rifles, cannons, lead bullets, gunpowder and explosives!

It took the frightened Erich half a minute to come back to his senses. He thought for a moment, and then asked in a very uncertain tone:

"Dear Sophia Franz...Governor-General, do you know what the size of a standard arms factory is? Or maybe I misunderstood your idea and just wanted to compare some weapons or everything more crucially." The equipment was secretly carried from Clovis City to Beluga Port?”

Eric, who was holding back his shock, tried to force a smile on his stiff face, racking his brains to make his words sound more tactful.

Looking at the extremely sincere expression of the other party, Sophia's raised corners of her mouth slightly converged, and she gently put down the coffee cup:

"That's it, I understand."

"Um?"

Eric, who was laughing so much, was startled...understand what?

"Dear Lord Erich, it seems that in your eyes, I, the colonial governor, is just a vase in name only and knows nothing about worldly affairs." Sophia said with a smile, but her voice gradually became colder:

"Since it's just a vase, it makes sense that you know nothing about a complex and large-scale organization like a military factory... right?"

"Ah yes...no! No, no, no, it's not like that, it's really not like that!"

Suddenly aware of the danger, Erich immediately denied it, shaking his head wildly as if desperately: "I absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, yes, yes... there is no such... such..."

"There's no need for this, and I don't need your apology...sir." Sophia snorted coldly:

"I am the eldest daughter of the Franz family. I am in charge of all business investments related to the family. I have seen countless types of industries...textiles, cement, railways, and of course military factories."

"Not only do I have a very good understanding of how military factories operate, I have even visited many factories. I know very clearly how workers turn a pile of parts into murder weapons on the assembly line. If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, Fran How could the Ci family invest heavily in Leopold's military factory and compete with Leiden, which has a large amount of royal sponsorship?"

"So you don't need to worry about this. Just answer my question exactly: If you want to move a military factory from Clovis City to Beluga Port, how sure are you of success?"

How confident...

Erich's expression was dazed for a while, but after repeatedly confirming that the girl in front of him was indeed not joking, he could only tentatively say: "This mainly depends on the scale of the military factory and... inventory."

"There is no doubt that the factory building does not need to be moved, but both the assembly line and the boxes of completed weapons and ammunition need to be transported by train. To be on the safe side, I think it is best to control the size of the factory to be moved... To the extent that it can fit perfectly on a train.”

"Hmm... you make sense."

Sophia nodded slightly... Indeed, inexplicable losses and thefts often occur in places like military factories, which can easily arouse others' vigilance; on the contrary, it is safer to go and evacuate them completely.

Her solemn expression actually frightened Erich. He originally hoped to make this eldest lady quit before the difficulties, but why did it seem that her suggestion had become the guiding light for the success of the plan? !

But now that he has spoken, it means there is no way out; although the Luen family is behind him, it does not mean that Miss Franz is a character who can be "offended a little".

"Since the entire train is on line, large military factories with more than 10,000 people can be ignored directly; small and medium-sized, more comprehensive military factories should be taken into consideration." Sophia said thoughtfully:

"It's best to have an arsenal that can produce artillery and artillery shells on its own and has a relatively high quality."

"Yes, you are absolutely right!" Erich nodded seriously:

"When I came back, the rifle workshop in Ice Dragon Fjord was able to produce Leyden rifles and general-purpose lead bullets on its own. On the contrary, there was a serious gap in artillery."

"The Leyden rifle...it's hard for that kind of weapon to gain an advantage in a direct battle with the Empire. Leopold is better."

"But as a breech-loading rifle, the Leopold consumes almost five times more ammunition than the Leyden, but causes less than twice the number of casualties - this has been verified on the Western Front battlefield."

"This is because those idiots are so reluctant to part with ammunition that they can even skip the soldiers' monthly shooting training! My brother Ludwig and I have complained countless times that the stingy logistics cannot even provide the regular monthly ammunition supply. .”

"Speaking of logistics, the terrain of the new world puts pressure on logistics..."

"That's true... do you think that for the Storm Legion, which one is more important, artillery or rifles?"

"Well, Brigadier General Anson Bach is from the Skirmisher Division, so..."

"Yes, that guy definitely prefers infantry, so we have to find a way to get him more rifle production lines?"

"Yes...no, it's best not to drop artillery. So far, there is no arsenal in the New World that can produce artillery - if they can also be called a munitions factory."

"Or, should we find a way to transport more finished artillery and high-quality artillery shells?"

"Or...should it be both?"

"That makes sense!"

The two of them were talking to each other, as if they were discussing the fabric, buttons, textures, and color combinations of the dress in a clothing store, discussing which of the military factories near Clovis City was more suitable for them to rob.

Erich also showed off his professionalism as a representative of an arms dealer and seriously argued with Sophia which arms factory was more cost-effective and less likely to be noticed; but he obviously only had "somewhat understanding" in this regard. The girl only cares about how much stuff can be transported and the quality of the product.

"Okay, I admit that the quality of the rifles produced by your August Military Factory is acceptable, and the grenades are said to have a certain reputation; but you have no experience in manufacturing artillery, especially convenient field artillery, infantry artillery, let alone large artillery. ”

Rubbing her temples slightly, the girl raised her hand to interrupt the conversation; the discussion lasted for an hour, and even though she was experienced, she was a little overwhelmed:

"In summary, we agree on the size of the military factory."

"Yes, if you insist."

Eric's voice was slightly hoarse, and his mouth was dry. He glanced at the coffee cup next to him, but he didn't dare to move without the other party raising the cup.

"The next step is to move it." Sophia breathed a sigh of relief:

"The train problem can be solved by me - of course, nominally this is still a large-scale arms purchase by you. I will ask Mrs. Catalina to reduce various random checks and inspections, but the rest must be done by you. Take responsibility.”

"As for the factory itself, to pack and move the entire factory at once requires the mobilization of a large number of skilled workers, plus transportation equipment. It is also necessary to ensure that there will be no traffic jams around the day. In addition, appropriate disguise is also necessary..."

"Uh... wait, wait a minute!"

Looking at the girl who was getting more and more excited as she spoke, Erich had to raise his hand to interrupt even though he knew it would make the other party unhappy: "Before discussing this, should we first discuss whether we want to steal... or move out? Which military factory?”

"Which one?" Sophia looked suspicious:

"I thought we had discussed this?"

No, we only discussed the size of the military factory; but even if we want to steal or deceive, we must determine the target... Erich complained several times in his mind, and said with a twitching smile:

"Yes, but it is more appropriate that this kind of thing should be settled as soon as possible."

Seeing his doubtful but still pretending to "trust" her, Sophia, who had seen similar expressions on countless people, sneered inwardly; these men...as long as they don't show their absolute strength, they will never believe.

So she smiled slightly: "Okay, then let's do it."

After saying that, the girl stood up under Erich's blank gaze, walked to the door of the box and knocked lightly a few times. A lively and cute figure wearing a half-top hat and a men's tuxedo appeared outside the door.

"Miss, what are your orders?"

"Nothing, just help me run a long distance." Sophia smiled and said:

"Angelica, do you remember a military factory at the second intersection in the southern suburbs of the outer city?"

In the southern suburbs... the little maid's eyes turned around a few times: "Is it Old Mr. Hemmer's factory, the one authorized by Leopold?"

"After discussing with several banks, I want to insure old Hemer as an 'anonymous sponsor' - if, I said, if there is any 'accident' in this military factory, the loss will be fully paid by the insurance deposit." The girl. Eyes moving:

"Let them give an estimate within one day and complete the insurance within one day. I want to see the policy issued by them before I go to the club on the weekend. Is that okay?"

"Hmm, Angelica thinks there's no problem." The little maid shrugged with her hands behind her waist.

"Then go." Sophia chuckled:

"After we finish, go to Red Brick Street. There is a newly opened cake shop there. I want to buy some for my father to try."

"Yes, miss."

The little maid said briskly, not forgetting to bow as a gentleman before leaving.

After watching Angelica leave, Sophia calmly turned around and sat back down under the stunned Erich's gaze, not forgetting Yun Danfeng's gentle smile: "Sorry, this is just my little habit; Always think carefully before buying something.”

"Now that the goal has been finalized, let's continue discussing the next steps - where did we just talk?"

……………………

Beluga Harbor, Loon House.

After being comatose due to blood loss for three hours, Anson opened his eyes in the bedroom that was temporarily converted into a ward; he found himself half lying on the bedside, with his upper body covered with bandages.

There was also a pile of blood-stained cotton balls, hemostats, lancets, tweezers, suture needles and other medical instruments placed in the trolley next to the bed, as well as laudanum and alcohol bottles for labor pains, all arranged in categories. Neatly.

"Oh, you're already awake?"

Hank, the military doctor sitting next to him, was smoking his pipe boredly. He was startled by the brigadier general who suddenly opened his eyes. He instinctively put down his pocket watch: "It's not even dinner time yet. Isn't this too soon?"

"Mainly thank you for your superb medical skills." Anson praised, and couldn't help but glance at the pipe in the corner of the other person's mouth.

Well, thank you for it by the way...otherwise I might have slept a little longer.

"No, no, no, this has nothing to do with me. It should be the effect of the power of your bloodline - compared with ordinary people, the self-recovery power of the Holy Grail Knight's bloodline power is already very strong."

Hank shook his head and blew out the smoke ring softly: "Also, it may have something to do with the wound itself. I have been a doctor for many years, and this is the first time I have seen such a weird gunshot wound. I always feel that something is not right, but I can't say. come out."

There must be something wrong. I "cut" it from the wound on the attacker's neck and "pasted it" directly. It's okay only then there is a ghost... Anson, who was complaining in his heart, smiled slightly:

"Maybe it's because I have better luck?"

This is also a reminder that although [Wound Canvas] can be seamlessly connected, it will look very weird due to issues such as angle and depth. It is okay to deceive ordinary people, but the flaws are obvious in the eyes of professionals.

"Probably?" The military doctor shrugged and stood up from the chair:

"Fabien... Colonel is outside. He has been waiting for almost an hour. Do you want him to come in?"

Anson nodded slightly: "Then it will be hard work."

Hank silently saluted and left the ward; a minute later, a heavy-faced Fabian walked into the room. After closing the door tightly, he stepped forward and said:

"Your assassin has confessed."

"Oh, so fast?"

Anson looked a little surprised. He had been unconscious for three hours, and Fabian came almost an hour ago - so the assassin had just been caught and had all been killed?

No, isn't this guy quite stubborn when confronting him?

"What did he recruit?"

"Uh..." Fabian's expression suddenly froze, looking very unnatural:

"I have no idea."

"You don't know?!" Anson was even more surprised:

"Then who is responsible for the interrogation...Ah, needless to say, I probably know."

Fabian glanced at the commander-in-chief who suddenly realized something profound, and they both recited the same name in their hearts:

Thalia August Rune.