"Sir, this is the military expenditure document for the purchase of war horses. These war horses were selected by Lusignan himself in the Kingdom of France. Twenty-three of the fifty horses have been trained and can be directly handed over to the cavalry company for combat. The rest need to be sent to our horse farm for training. This batch of war horses totals 370,000 pfennigs and requires your signature before we can purchase them. Pay it out. "
"This batch of war horses, plus the high-quality horses selected from our horse farm, will complete the cavalry company's horses."
In Beiguan Military Fort, Angus happily handed an account booklet for the purchase of war horses to Art, who was processing military official documents in the regimental commander's barracks.
Att took the paper produced by Wells, glanced at the text a few times, and confirmed that the clerk, the civil affairs manager, the cavalry captain Lusignan, the baggage officer Spencer, and Angus had all signed their names. Then he reached out and picked up the quill inserted in the ink cartridge, wrote down the words "accurate issue" and signed their names.
"After this sum, three to four hundred thousand pfennigs will be gone. These are just war horses, and cavalry equipment, weapons and armor are another huge consumption."
"Cavalry is too expensive~" Art couldn't help but sigh.
Handing the document back to Angus, Art motioned for him to sit down and talk.
"Sergeant Major, you have seen the new weapon we have secretly developed. Do you think it will change the entire order of war? Oh, that is, will it change the rules of war since ancient times?"
Gunpowder weapons are an absolutely new product. Angus was still in the shock of the terrifying power and had never thought about such a profound issue. "Sir, I had a deep conversation with the alchemist that day and learned that this kind of thing actually appeared in the Kingdom of France more than ten years ago, but it has not been released. In addition to the fact that the royal court kept it as an absolute secret and kept it secret, the more reason is that the world regards it as an evil and terrifying force."
"I think God may not want this kind of power to appear in the world."
"You mean the church?"
"Well, although the church is declining, it is still something we need to fear~"
Att is deeply convinced, "So for so many years, I have not been able to turn it into a sharp blade in my hand."
After speaking, Art smiled again, "But new things will eventually appear."
As he spoke, Art casually opened the drawer of the wooden table and took out a few drawings. On the drawings, four or five large and small spheres were drawn with charcoal. The sides of the spheres were densely covered with annotations.
"This is the pattern of a new weapon I plan to make. I am not good at painting, but the structure of this thing is not complicated. The weapons laboratory will be established soon. I plan to let them try to make it. Maybe we will have to rely on it to fight in the future~"
Angus took the drawing and several things of different sizes and shapes came into view.
imon lord, this is~』
"The big ones I call grenades, and the small ones are called grenades. They are made of pig iron, with gunpowder built in, and special rushes are used as fuses. After being lit, they are thrown by trebuchets or thrown by soldiers with bare hands to the enemy position..."
"You have seen the power of the explosion of this thing."
Angus stared at the drawing in his hand and couldn't speak for a long time.
「大人，您的脑袋里究竟装的是什么......」
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贝桑松城，鲍尔温伯爵府邸外，一胖一瘦两个商人模样的家伙刚刚被府邸卫兵驱赶出门。
The skinny guy has a pale face and no beard. The flesh on his face is held up by the facial bones. The hollows of his face are slightly sunken. Although his eyes are small, they always show a shrewdness. "I really don't know what is in the head of the earl! It's not good to offend anyone, but I want to offend the palace minister. Nowadays, the European trading company is making more and more money, why doesn't he refuse to put it into his head?" The Prime Minister's profit share should be increased? It's okay now. The Prime Minister has ordered those merchants from Yona Province to go to the west to compete with us~"
The fat businessman ignored it and glanced at the closed door, shaking his head and preparing to summon the carriage parked not far away.
"Lord Salt, would you like to think of something else? We can't afford to offend the Prime Minister. If he is unhappy and bans the trading privileges of the Continental Commercial Bank, then we will be doomed. Your Excellency will then blame you." The thinner man grabbed Salt, who was about to turn around.
"What can I do? The share of profits given to the palace minister is personally determined by your lord. Do I have to spend my own money to please the palace minister?" Salt turned around again. He didn't quite understand why Art would offend Baldwin. He could only go to the Finance Office to ask the finance minister Galvin for help.
· The thin man hurriedly grabbed Salt, "Master Salt, don't worry, I have another way."
· "What can you do?"
This guy who joined the Continental Trading Company not long ago has no business knowledge but is very sociable. In just half a year, he has attracted more than a dozen business allies for the Continental Trading Company. Therefore, Salter has been taking him to and from the residences of various wealthy merchants and nobles recently. But Salter didn't think he could solve such a complex problem.
"We must have offended the Prime Minister, but the housekeeper of the palace beside the Prime Minister has always been on good terms with us. As long as you can ask the housekeeper for help, maybe there will be some relief~"
Meet Sal After some hesitation, the thin man continued: "The housekeeper has also been interested in meeting you privately for a long time. He is very complimentary of you."
Salt nodded, and suddenly felt something was wrong, "You Are you familiar with the housekeeper of the Prime Minister's residence?"
"No, no, I just figured it out from the butler's attitude towards you."
"Oh, okay."
There is no other way at the moment, Salt can only nod and agree, "Then let's invite the butler out for a meal in the evening. In the afternoon I must go to Besançon Cathedral to report to Archbishop Olof about the Wells papyrus."
"Okay! Okay! I'll make arrangements right away!" The thin man nodded in agreement, with a wicked glint in his eyes...
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...After improving the technology, the straw paper workshop can produce 500 sheets of straw paper every day, which is the minimum production scale. Once the market opens, the workshop will be expanded immediately. With more manpower, we can produce 3,000 pieces per day. The first batch of finished papyrus we produced last year has been sent to various churches in the Allied Countries. With the Bible transcribed on the papyrus, we have begun to receive order contracts from two monasteries and five churches. Although this batch of orders is only 1,300 pieces, I believe that it will not be long before the entire church world is covered with Welsh papyrus."
“According to government calculations, the papyrus workshop can be expanded starting next month. The specific expansion scale is detailed in the submission.” The person who reported the production and sales of papyrus to Kubo was a skinny half-year-old boy. Despite his small size and frail body, he was already a deputy steward-level official in the Government Affairs Office, responsible for the calculation of various data in the territory of the Province of Wales.
"In addition, the Earl has ordered us to estimate the grain requirements for the second half of this year. We have already calculated that based on the current growth rate of grain production in the entire province of Wales and the growth rate of new residents, we need to purchase at least one million pounds of wheat before winter comes, otherwise five to six thousand people will go hungry this winter."
The official document has been submitted, and the half-year-old boy has also finished the report, but he is still standing straight and waiting, because he does not want to report these things to Cooper today.
After listening to the report, Old Cooper had also signed the last official document. He straightened up slightly and thumped his waist. He smiled and said to himself: "I am old, after all. Fortunately, you young guys are helping me. I'm afraid I won't be able to finish these troublesome things even if I'm exhausted."
"Sir Cooper, I'm tired of calculating these numbers every day. I'm applying to join the weapons research laboratory again." The half-year-old boy had a solemn expression.
Old Cooper stood up slowly while holding the handrail, then moved his wrists and came to the half-grown boy, "Jack, are you thirteen years old this year?"
"Master Cooper, I am already fourteen years old."
"Hmm, yes. You were brought to the valley four years ago. You served as an apprentice at the Civil Affairs School for two years, and then you were assigned to work as a bookkeeper under Emma for a year. This summer, you were transferred to the Government Affairs Office and promoted to deputy steward."
Did you know? Because you are good at calculations, you were promoted to deputy steward in just over a year. This is a miracle in Wales. Many of the children who graduated from school with you are still serving as civil servants on probation. "What I want to express is that your talent is such that you are born to be a civil official. Maybe in seven or eight years, you will be the political governor of Wales."
The half-grown boy named Jack was unmoved, "Master Cooper, I don't care about this. I just want to enter the weapons laboratory. Since I personally experienced that powerful power last month, I have been completely fascinated. Now I dream about the mushroom cloud floating in the sky every day."
This guy named Jack has been weak since he was a child, and he has been bullied since he was a child. He has an infinite yearning for powerful power. After witnessing the big explosion outside the wooden castle in the valley, he became completely obsessed with that powerful divine power. Three days ago, the stewards of the weapons workshop were recruited from all over the world. Jack, as the deputy manager of the Government Affairs Office, naturally knew about this. With his mind, he had already guessed that this weapons laboratory must be related to that mysterious and powerful thing, so he strongly requested to join the weapons laboratory.
"No, your father Salt will not agree to this matter. He has already agreed with the earl that he will transfer you to a European trading company next year and be promoted to manager. That is the right place for you." Cooper flatly refused.
Jack left the Government Office without saying a word and feeling disappointed.
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The sun is shining brightly in the sky in July, and there is no coolness in the hot world.
At the training ground outside the Beiguan Army Fort in Wales, the high-intensity training seemed to be endless. The sticks in the hands of the officers fell on the flesh and skin of the recruits from time to time, causing bursts of muffled screams of pain.
At the edge of the training field, the commander of the Welsh Army, Art, had already run around the training field three times wearing heavy armor. His body suffocated in the steel shell was soaked with sweat. There seemed to be no oxygen in the ignited air, and his lungs were about to explode.
"MD, you don't exercise enough on weekdays, and you can't do it after only three laps." Art cursed in his heart, but his pace did not slow down at all. He did not want the soldiers who were undergoing cruel training to see the supreme commander so weak.
Just when Art felt the smell of blood coming out of his throat, Ron's hurried figure appeared at the edge of the training ground.
At met his savior, he trotted towards Ron while adjusting his rapid breathing.
"Ron, what's the emergency?"
Ron handed Art a small note, "The Northern Hawkeye sent back a secret message, and Baldwin has taken action against you. He began to bribe our people and try to alienate us from within..."