As one of the three major departments of the New Model Army, the technical department, which is as famous as the General Staff and the Military Constitutional Department, acts unexpectedly low-key.
There are neither high-end and fashionable uniforms specially designed as the latter two, nor are there any commendations and commendations that match their achievements.
As one of the three major departments, there is almost nothing but a small storefront hidden deep in the airport area and a cotton white robe that is extremely simple and not as good as an apprentice mage robe.
At least in Adair's opinion, that's it.
Walking off the carriage, he casually gave the driver a black silver coin. Adele patted the velvet red robe on his body, frowned, and looked at the wooden sign next to the door, "Technology Department", and the three crooked and smelly words written on it as always.
When he walked into the gate, the guard at the door held the musket in his hand and leaned lazily on the post. When he saw Adele coming in, he didn't even stand up, so he let him go.
That careless attitude was even worse than the recruitment of ordinary legions.
Adair resisted the urge to bounce a finger and a fireball blow the waste soldier away. He walked towards the equipment test workshop with a quick look.
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Generally speaking, the imperial military community has basically reached a consensus on the miraculous achievements of Yiwen Ian's new model army three months ago - the most important reason why his new military reform was successful was the establishment of three major departments.
Before Sir Silver Rose set up a staff system according to Wen Ian, the Imperial Army had only a supporting officer. However, it also played the role of sorting out combat information, formulating combat plans, and arranging combat tasks. The staff of the New Model Army surpassed the original auxiliary officer system of the Empire in terms of quantity and quality.
From the perspective of the basic personnel composition, more than one-six of the active staff members of the New Model Army are specialized in the Prophetic School, and one-quarter of the scholars proficient in the calculation and research. Most of the remaining people are low-level mages and students from the School of Literature. Staff members from officers account for only one-third of all staff members, and are often diligent and smart, but not very good at swordsmanship.
Such a staff team with less than 300 people, from the company level to the division headquarters, was scattered in all levels of the army, greatly liberating the officers' energy. This allowed officers to better concentrate on thinking about the movements of the enemy troops and detect the combat intentions of the enemy generals hidden therein. As for the specific orders and combat instructions, they can be completely handed over to the staff officers around them to improve.
If the officers of the New Model Army are the brains of the army, then the newly emerging staff position is the most efficient autonomic nervous system in the army, which quickly transforms every command of the brain into an electrical signal that the body can understand, thereby making tactical responses quickly and accurately.
Another famous department among the three major departments, the Military and Constitutional Department, and the interested people in the empire initially regarded it as Yiwen Ian's private spy unit. After all, the personal color of this department is too serious.
Since its establishment, the highest commander of its department was Yiwen Ian himself, and he was not promoted with his military achievements, but with his strength, which caused considerable controversy at the time. It was considered a typical proof that Yiwen Ian's military reform was like a joke, looking forward and dragging on the mud.
"Very good!" Adair's anger came up instantly, "You call such a good life!?"
(Crell is innocent: "It's 'pretty'...")
"Look at you! What have you become?!" Adal grabbed Crael's shoulder and asked him to face himself, "Do you know! The person Amichel liked the most back then was you, not me! It was you, not me who would become the Master of Flame back then! Then after becoming the Master of Flame, in the battle for the Twelve Cup of RO, representing the Master of Flame, defeating the Imperial Dragon, the Holy Dragon of the Covenant Church, and the Sevi Military Academy, and you will be the one who won the highest glory! Do you understand how much you have lost in the past nine years?"
Faced with the numbness on Creer's face, who was slightly shorter than him, Adele could no longer bear his anxiety: "Everything I have now belonged to you! If you didn't choose to give up, I should be the one who looks up now!"
"Adair..." However, even when Adair was so angry, Crael still looked like he couldn't lift himself up. "I know you have always liked Amichelle very much. I sincerely wish you all the best to marry her, but in fact I hate the smell of Amichelle - but you can't tell her this, otherwise it would be your fault if I go back to your house to be a guest."
"Also, in my opinion, the battle for the Twelve Cups of Dec is boring. It is not my style to bet on life for this and crawl back in a scarred way - did you forget how you fell from the podium with the Cup of Dec? Adale, you are a person who can seize opportunities and are willing to fight for opportunities. I am different from you. So you can do this, but if I do, I will definitely not - I will abstain from the middle of the journey."
"So Adair, to put it bluntly, all this was your own fight for and it has nothing to do with me."
Crell raised his hand and gently tapped Adair on his shoulder and grabbed his hands: "So, can you let go of your hands now? I will continue to fiddle with my water cabinet."
"But... you gave me the first chance..." Adair let go of his hand with a pale face, "If you hadn't given me that chance, I'm nothing now..."
"I was the one who made the choice at the beginning. No matter whether you were the 16th place or not, my choice will not change, so you don't have to be upset about it." Crell said lightly.
Then he turned around and continued to look at his subordinates, surrounding the strange steel golem in the center of the workshop, and occasionally shouted a few times to remind a rash guy to be careful.
Looking at Crael's back, Adale's lips squirmed, but in the end he didn't say anything-
"Creer... Do you understand?! Now the mentor Arut has decided to attack Yiwen Ian and the new model army! If this continues, you will only follow him and his new model army to become funeral objects!"
Taking a deep breath, Adair did not give up. He was sandwiched between his friend and his mentor and could not tell Krell these words, but after careful consideration, he decided to use other methods to save the country.
"Creer... I mean, I am now one of the most valued great wizards in the Fire Master Tower. As long as I beg for Master Arut, it will be absolutely fine to make an exception to you even if you make an exception. I know that you have always been better than me before, and now you may feel uncomfortable if you want to surrender to me. But with your strength, as long as you change your mind and stop making these messes, which damage the image of the mage, and are of no help to your strength, it only takes a few years and only a few years to break through the threshold of the initial level of truth and enter the middle level of truth. At that time, our strength is equal, and you will even surpass me, surpass Master Arut, and enter the realm of legend. Do you really want to think about such a bright future with extremely glorious and brilliant glorious future?!"
Crael turned his head and looked at his friend: "...Adair, the future you described just sounds so hard..."
Adair's anger could no longer be suppressed: "Creel! This bastard! That's a legend! The realm that all the empire mages dream of! You kid can't say such a great thing is so great! So what can make you feel excited?! Like now, squatting in an unknown place, squatting in a place where no one knows, throwing away all the glory and dignity of being a mage. Even if you can't even step into the threshold of truth, can you get it all up??"
However, Adair did not expect that Crael's eyes swept away his fatigue and answered his question instantly. It seemed that this answer had been prepared for a long time in his mind.
"What is so exciting? Of course it is the black blood of the earth! Oil! And the physical objects of coal!" Krell's tone seemed a little excited.
"shi...you!?" Adair was stunned. Is this new alchemy substance?
"Yes, oil does not require magical energy or alchemy synthesis, and can extract a large amount of wonderful substances of acid and alkaline substances and alchemy gel from it. Its refined oil can also be used as a high-purity, impurity-free industrial oil to power machines and vehicles, and also a mechanical model called internal combustion engine. It's amazing! It doesn't even need a trace of magic energy, but can provide continuous and stable power and horsepower!"
When he mentioned oil, Crael suddenly became excited and said a lot of chatter: "That bastard Yiwen Ian! He had promised me that he would give me a maid when I arrived at the place, and he would definitely let me see the black blood of the earth and the magical 'oil'. But what happened? Ying Nuo stayed in the dormitory for two days, and then resigned and ran away on the ground that "it was simply not a place for people to stay!" and he also took two imperial gold coins in my hand! And what about the promised oil and coal!? I searched in Nanling for almost ten years but couldn't find it, forcing me to continue to use magic crystals and earth kinetic energy so stupid!"
"That bastard has never been completely realized once! If it weren't for the idea of the online cabin fixed-mounted musket, gunpowder pushing cannon, and the 'water cabinet' armored golem, I really want to just follow Adele and you'll change jobs!"
At the end, Crael said hatefully.
Then, immediately afterwards, a voice came from a distance outside the door—
"...What's going on? I just came over and heard my dearest technical department manager... seem to be scolding me...?!"