Chapter 1043 I want to buy 100,000 tons of Yueming Sand. Where can I buy it?
"How many troops can we mobilize?"
Before deciding to send troops, of course, you must do a thorough research. Governor Martinez asked the young priest to go back and pass on his message, asking the archbishop to calculate the strength of the church system, and he also called in the staff of the Governor's Palace:
"How much can high-level soldiers use, how much can ordinary knights use, and how much can soldiers use? In addition to people, how much power can be extracted from related war materials?"
After the governor gave the order, of course the staff went to work like crazy. If an operation succeeds, they may not get credit for it, but if the operation fails, the blame will definitely fall on them:
Who said your intelligence collection was incomplete?
Who said your plan was imperfect?
It’s not your fault, but is it still the fault of the powerful, glorious, legendary swordsman Governor Martinez who is the pillar of the kingdom?!
Look at the failure of the Storm Islands operation and what happened to those unlucky staff officers!
In view of this, the 15-member staff team of the General Staff Department of the Governor's Palace turned over and over the map of the Governor's Palace, the tax information, the army roster, and the material list.
The chief of staff kept urging:
"Hurry! Hurry! The governors of the Holy See have asked the archbishop to do statistics! If we can't come up with the numbers when their results come out, the governors will skin me, so I'll skin you first!"
"Work! Work all night long! You bunch of useless civil servants are not spell casters, how can you be so delicate! Even if you stay up all night for two consecutive days, you still have to come up with the numbers for me!"
"But Lord Balvik," a young staff officer who had stayed up all night and had red eyes protested weakly. As soon as he opened his mouth, there was a strong smell of inferior coffee mixed with his breath:
"With this little time, we don't even have enough time to check the warehouse! If the things written on the schedule are not in the warehouse, wouldn't we be unlucky in the end?"
"this……"
Chief of Staff Balvik hesitated for a moment, just for a moment, and then he immediately continued to curse:
"Idiot! Who asked you to check the details of the warehouse! We just make plans according to the things in the book. If we can't hand over the things when we set off, it's the pigs in charge of the warehouse! If we need to explain, they have to explain it to the headquarters.
!”
"oh……"
The staff members exchanged subtle glances with each other. I understand, it has always been the fat men who manage warehouses, and those who can manage warehouses have various backgrounds——
It's completely unworthy to go check the warehouse now and offend those people with backing for no reason.
Anyway, if you can't hand over anything at that time, whether you find a scapegoat or perform a fire dragon to burn down the warehouse, it's all the business of those fattened pigs themselves and has nothing to do with their general staff.
Under the guidance of this all-paper work, the entire mobilization plan was written back in three drafts, revised in two drafts, and finally submitted before the Governor's patience ran out. Governor Martinez frowned after taking one look at it:
"Only 3,000 people can be used? I remember that the kingdom has at least 50,000 people stationed here, right?"
"The kingdom's garrison in the governor-general is indeed 50,000 people." Chief of Staff Balvik opened a pair of blood-red eyes and calmly explained to the governor:
"But these 50,000 people are scattered across millions of square kilometers of land from the Storm Islands in the north to the edge of the indigenous kingdom in the south. At least 10,000 of them are navy. These navy certainly cannot allow them to climb the plateau."
Governor Martinez nodded reluctantly. The chief of staff continued to explain:
"Among the remaining 40,000 people, there are 5,000 troops stationed at Polosi Yinshan and Polosi City. Yinshan is the foundation of the governor-general. Unless it is a last resort, this army can only be strengthened, not weakened."
"Then there are still 35,000 people." Governor Martinez sat down across from the heavy teak long table, crossed his fingers, and bent his palms to support his chin. Under his thick black sword-shaped eyebrows, his eyes had softened slightly:
"It's not necessarily possible. We can only draw 3,000 people, right?"
"Sir Governor, you want to see how many cities and minerals we have in our hands." Mr. Chief of Staff sighed helplessly:
"Come on, let's do it one by one
Come to think of it... Kama Port is the largest port nearby, and it is responsible for transporting products from the Governor-General. There are 1,000 troops stationed in this city, which is not much, right? It can't be any less, right?"
"really……"
He counted cities, mines, and fortresses one by one, and drew 100 people, 50 people, 30, and 20 people. After drawing a circle, he sighed to the Governor:
"This is already the maximum number of troops I can calculate. Including the guards of the Governor's Mansion, it is exactly 3,000. If you still don't think it is enough, you can only recruit veterans and adventurers who are never satisfied."
"Those people... let me think about it again." Governor Martinez frowned. The Pellu Governorate has been established for decades, and there are indeed many veterans who have retired from the army, got married, and had children there. However, their combat effectiveness...
…
In the Viceroyalty of Pellou, in fact, in all the Viceroyalties shrouded in the glory of the Holy See, there is a tacit chain of contempt:
The natives from the Old World are first-class people, and the native white people who were born and raised in the New World, here refers to those whose parents are both white, are the second-class people.
The father is white and the mother is a local aboriginal - whether they are indigenous nobles or ordinary aboriginal residents, in short, those with some local ancestry are third-class people. As for the local aborigines, there is no doubt that they can only be fourth-class people.
.
Want to recruit soldiers from the second and third classes?
Not to mention their reliability, their combat ability alone is enough to make the governor frown. After all, if a warrior is strong enough, he will never be unable to find a wife in his native country!
"Where are the indigenous nobles?" he asked reluctantly:
"Having taken so many benefits from us, and even intermarried with us so many times, when it's time to contribute, you don't necessarily have to give up, right?"
"The transfer of indigenous nobles does not fall within the purview of the General Staff." Chief of Staff Balvik smiled softly, bowed slightly, and skillfully passed the blame:
"Of course, the staff has not discussed this issue. The assessment result is that this war is not a war between kingdoms to seize territory and resources, but to attack their gods. The beliefs of these indigenous nobles... may require
Further sorting out.”
In fact, in order to quickly annex the indigenous kingdoms and establish the Governorate of Pellu, or in order to quickly exploit the Polosi Silver Mountain, the Governorate of Pellu adopted a completely different governance method from the Governorate of the Storm Islands.
The Governor-General of the Storm Islands killed all the local nobles, chieftains, and anyone with a little resistance. Then, plantations were built on the islands, and slaves were driven out to plant various cash crops. If there were not enough people, they would
Shipped from the Black Continent;
The Viceroyalty of Pellu, on the other hand, handed over a large amount of ruling power to the local indigenous nobles. It used marriage-mainly marrying indigenous noble women to bring the power of the indigenous nobles under its control.
The kingdom? The power of the kingdom? In addition to maintaining armaments and maintaining local suppression, basically it just sits there and collects taxes...
Of course, such a rule must make some concessions to the local indigenous people. Over the past few decades, the indigenous nobles have also entered the church and worshiped the Lord of Glory, but how much of their original faith is left? Well...
Anyway, even the Glorious Holy See basically turns a blind eye to the faith issues of these indigenous nobles.
"I understand. I will discuss it with the Archbishop." Governor Martinez rubbed his temples and sighed. Alas, the Governor's Palace does not care about these indigenous nobles. "The faith of the Lord belongs to the Lord." The Holy See does not care about these things, so...
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There is a limit to how much money you can make, okay?
The preparations for sending troops to the Governor's Mansion in Pellu are proceeding slowly and stumblingly. On the other side of the plateau, the elves' purchase of borax is also proceeding slowly and stumblingly...
Aya Mank felt like his tongue was tied up. The distinguished outsider in front of him opened his mouth and said 100,000 boxes!
How much is 100,000 boxes?
Aya Mank exhausted his imagination and couldn't figure it out. Is it enough to fill this warehouse?
Is it enough to fill the entire mine?
Or, fill up this small town established for the purpose of trading ore?
"No, not that much." The man sent his daughter away and said
The little nobleman who had stayed up all night shook his head vigorously with red eyes:
"Moon sand is not a commonly used thing, and we don't use that much in a year. In our small town, we can sell five or ten boxes of moon sand a year, which is pretty good. There really aren't that many.
"
"What about the mining area?"
Idian didn't think about buying them all in one place. Hearing this, he was not impatient. He threw out a few coins at random, swept out ten boxes of Yueming Sand in the warehouse, and followed the clues.
Go down:
"Where is the largest mining area nearby? Who is the mine owner? If I go to the mining area to purchase, or go directly to the mine owner, can I buy the amount I need?"
"...I'm afraid I can't buy it." Aya Manke thought about it carefully and shook his head with confidence:
"Dear guest, although moon sand is not a particularly valuable thing, it has not many uses. Apart from casting gold and silverware, making some utensils and medicines, it is rarely used. As far as I know, there are several mines nearby.
Altogether, the annual output does not exceed 100 boxes."
We elves don’t use it very much. Idian complained silently. So, how much you can buy in the end depends on the reserves in the mine?
"Can you take me to the mine to have a look?"
"Of course, of course, distinguished guest." Aya Mank nodded. Idian breathed out, turned around and raised his voice:
"Grete, Serira, let's go! Whatever you want to see, you can see it on the road!"
"coming!"
Grete shouted from a distance. He agreed and looked back at the silver dragon girl:
"Serila, stay away from them. If they don't want to play with you, don't hug them... eh!"
late.
The frightened alpaca made a puff sound and sprayed Serela's saliva all over her face.
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