The Sun King's Evidence

Sitting on the sofa chair in the hall of the king's suite, Ryan met with Kislev Ugor Archer Marshal Beria Gulag here.

Originally, Ryan should not receive Beria here, because the King's Suite is Ryan's private area on the Landuin. Except for Olica and Veronica, anyone who comes in needs to be notified. Even if something happens, Ryan He also prefers to receive visitors on the deck or in the conference room and restaurant in the cabin. However, it is obvious that Ryan is in a good mood today. In addition, Beria actively expressed his allegiance, which allowed the Ugor horse archers under his command to be hired. The relationship turned into one of subordination, which made Lane feel that he needed to meet with him privately.

Previously, Captain Ivan, who was tall, with rough features and deep-set eyes, gave Ryan the impression of a typical Kislev soldier. General Ivan had always only focused on the military. His life was relatively simple. Rarely leaving the residence that Lane arranged for the Ugor horse archers, except for turkey, beef and vodka, Ivan rarely consumes luxuries. He even always misses his Ugor compatriots north of the Linsk River. Everyone, at the end of every year, General Ivan will use part of his salary to exchange for supplies, and send them to Erengrad and give them to the Ugor tribe in the north, so that these can be used on the front line of fighting chaos. Our compatriots can get help and survive another winter.

However, unlike General Ivan, who had died in battle, Beria gave Ryan the impression that he was more of a scholar and bureaucrat than a general. He had a face that was relatively delicate and handsome judging from Mrs. Keesler alone. He was about forty years old and already slightly bald. He wore a pair of rimless round lenses on the bridge of his nose. When he opened his eyes wide, it was difficult for Ryan to distinguish the man in front of him from a nomad's child and a Prada. He was associated with a German construction engineer, a former retinue of Hussar General Felix, and a former member of Kislev's NKVD.

There are two glasses of kvass on the cherry wood table. This drink from Kislev has a unique aroma of fermented malt milk and hops. It is brewed by fermenting bigleba rusks and has a color similar to beer but slightly lighter. Red in color, moderately sweet and sour.

"It's delicious and interesting. This is the first time I've tasted this drink called kvass. It's like wine but not wine. It's interesting." Ryan sat on the sofa chair, while Olica straightened herself up and wore a black pair. With silky legs, standing behind Ryan, the king said meaningfully: "If Admiral Ivan is a bottle of hot vodka, then Captain Beria, are you this kind of mellow-flavored kvass?"

"Your Majesty Ryan is so complimentary." Beria bowed his head extremely humbly and respectfully. Although the Ugor man was sitting, half of his body was actually leaning on the side opposite Ryan, which made his position on the sofa Sitting incorrectly and a little impolite, as if to emphasize his identity, Beria wore his own standard military uniform made by a Britannia textile factory: "I just thought His Majesty might like it."

"That's it." Ryan nodded slightly and picked up the mug casually: "If it's just a drink, I can keep drinking it. Why didn't you bring vodka?"

"Compared to kvass and vodka, my majesty, I prefer Brittany's wine. If possible, can I have the opportunity to get drunk with you?" Beria proposed very sincerely and humbly. own request.

"If there is a chance." The King of Knights drank the drink calmly, and Orica brought over the exquisite desserts.

Beria knew that some of his meaning had been conveyed to the king in a very obscure way, so he immediately took the initiative to get to the point: "Your Majesty, the thing is like this, you know, the Ugor Horse Archers during this great expedition The loss is not small, so when I return to the country, please allow me to take my people back to Kislev and summon more Ugor horse archers to serve you."

"Call more?" Ryan immediately caught the key words in Beria's words. He asked with a half-smile: "How many people do you plan to call?"

"How many people will your Majesty allow me to summon?" Beria immediately retracted and threw the question to Ryan.

"I'm asking you questions, not you asking me questions." Ryan said calmly.

"If possible... Your Majesty, I would like to expand the Cavalry into a legion of one thousand people." Beria was thrown off the rhythm by Ryan's words, but the biggest taboo in this kind of question and answer in front of the king is that it is too long. There was silence for a while, and the captain of the cavalry knew that he had to provide some dry goods: "I have a way, Your Majesty, but I think I have to get your approval. I need some appropriate appointments...an appointment from you, as well as appropriate goods. Exclusive license.”

"Goods exclusive license? What kind of goods exclusive license do you want?" Ryan narrowed his eyes.

His feeling was indeed correct. This Ugor man named Beria was more like a bureaucrat than a soldier.

"Food, textiles and daily necessities, of course, it would be better if there are some other things, such as... dwarf equipment, medicine." Beria whispered: "This will help me, no, us, Help us gain more favor with Mrs. Keesler and win the favor of the Tsarina, my lord."

"It's just conscription. It doesn't seem to be such a hassle, right? Mr. Beria?" The king said with some humor: "Admiral Ivan has never had to be so troublesome."

"Yes, if your Majesty only needs to recruit troops, of course you don't have to go to such trouble, but...if I guess correctly, your Majesty has already begun to plan to industrialize Britannia, right?" Beria asked cautiously, He tried to sound as humble as possible: "Don't forget, Your Majesty, Kislev carried out industrialization twenty years ago."

"Haha...what can a failed industrialization mean?" Ryan sneered: "Kislev's industrialization was doomed to fail from the beginning."

"Yes, you are right, my majesty. From the very beginning, Kislev's industrialization will definitely fail." Beria nodded with conviction, and then he began to reveal his real plan: "Please Listen to me for a moment, Your Majesty, can you let me finish?"

"Okay, go ahead." Ryan nodded slightly.

After the Great Holy War, the entire Kislev had been reduced to ruins under the hands of the second Chaos Eternal Chosen "Anointed One" Aissa Kuvar. The residents were massacred, and the Tsar's army, wealth, and power were no longer enough. After rebuilding all the former glory of Kislev, Mrs. Kisler could only linger on her own land. To make matters worse, after the death of Tsar Romanov who fought against Chaos, it was Katarina who succeeded him as tsar. , "Bloody" Katarina, the real identity of this female czar was a female vampire of the Lahmian family. She carried out an extremely cruel and bloody rule and massacre of Kislev. It was at that time that the Internal Affairs Committee Established, this female czar reigned for more than a hundred years, until her own son, Pavel, stepped forward and sealed Catalina in a block of ice, finally ending this terrible history.

But Pavel was old, and he soon died without heirs. The throne fell into the hands of Vladimir Bokha, the new ruler who finally decided to stand up and face the threat from the north. Threatened, and he soon died on the battlefield as he wished.

The son of Vladimir Bokaha is the famous "Red Tsar" Boris Bokaha, the father of the current female tsar, Ice Queen Katalin. His deeds include rebuilding the Esun faith and vigorously introducing people from the empire. Advanced technology and gunpowder weapons, emptied the tsar's treasury of all the money and treasures, vigorously carried out infrastructure construction, rebuilt bridges, roads, towns, imported large amounts of black powder, and hired imperial engineers.

Boris finally died in the Troll Kingdom at the end of the "Great Purge Campaign". This has been mentioned before and will not be repeated here. However, it is worth mentioning that although this tsar was great, he had no influence on the basics. Slev's efforts to industrialize almost completely failed. In addition to shouldering staggering national debt and paying a huge price, all industrialization efforts and infrastructure construction also went bankrupt with his death.

And Ryan was not surprised.

Industrialization is of course a shortcut to making a country rich and powerful, but rapid industrialization cannot be started immediately with a few words or a decree. It has several prerequisites, which can be summarized as follows.

A good agricultural foundation, sufficient large working capital, good technical guidance and professional talents, sufficient population surplus, and relatively abundant sources of raw materials.

Only with the above conditions, industrialization can become possible. This thing does not mean that the monarch thinks so in his heart, and then presses a button, and the entire country is transformed instantly, and industrialization starts with a "boo".

It also took Ryan more than ten years to prepare for industrialization. The southern part of Britannia has a good agricultural foundation. The Blood Dragon Ancestor and the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition brought him extremely generous funds. He signed an agreement with the Empire. The Treaty of Friendship and Mutual Assistance can ensure the technical guidance and training of professional talents from the empire, immigration from the empire and the serf household registration and redemption system ensure sufficient population surplus, and finally bring raw materials from the Gray Mountains and trade.

So the question is, what does Kislev have?

Agricultural basics? All the land in Kislev is permafrost, and only a very small amount of land blessed by the ice witches can be cultivated. Where is the agricultural foundation to support industrialization?

Sufficient large liquidity? The Tsarist royal family emptied every gold coin in their own funds and every treasure in their treasury. It was not enough. Kislev himself could not even afford to support the hussars.

In the final analysis, technical guidance and professional talents are also a matter of money, which will not be discussed here.

Sufficient population surplus? It is no longer necessary to emphasize the dilemma faced by Kislev. With such terrible military pressure and extremely harsh geographical location, how can there be any remaining population? The Ugor people north of the Linsk River rushed to become mercenaries because they couldn't live any longer!

So after all the calculations, we can only count it as being close to the raw materials, but even the raw materials are basically controlled by the Greenskin Tribe in the Roof Mountains of the World, the Chaos Tribe and Greenskin Tribe in the Troll Kingdom, and the Ska in the Pit of Hell. In the hands of the Ratmen and the Aislin tribe in the Mourn Mountains, why did Kislev prefer to lose 20,000 people to drive away the Aislin tribe? Isn’t it just to open up the trade route with Dulong City?

Therefore, the failure of Boris Bokha was inevitable, because Kislev simply did not have the conditions for industrialization.

"But there are a group of outstanding engineers, workers, and scholars in Kislev. They are the precious legacy left in this industrialization and the most precious gift left by His Majesty Tsar Boris, but Her Majesty Katalin has no use for it. Well done to them, Your Majesty, an excellent Kislev engineer, his salary is actually two big Leba plus five copper coins a day, do you think this is ridiculous?" Beria said in a persuasive way: "We, don't The talents of these people should be allowed to go to waste in the ice and snow of Kislev. They deserve a better platform to display their talents, a job with more dignity and better pay, a better house to live in and a life for their families. A safe environment.”

"Hehehe~" Ryan smiled, smiling very happily. The King of Knights touched his chin and said to Beria: "Is this talking about you? Mr. Beria, I remember you used to be Prager Architectural Engineers of the Institution of Engineers.”

"No one wants to be alone all day long, relying on the glass of vodka after get off work every day." Regarding this question, Beria was very honest: "Your Majesty, this is the truth."

"Well..." Ryan understood this. Indeed, as Beria said, this group of engineers, workers, and scholars are the most valuable asset after the failure of Kislev's industrialization, but the female tsar Katalin is of no use at all. Good and settled them.

In fact, it’s not Katalin’s fault. How poor has the Tsarist royal family become? We are so poor that even Fabergé eggs, which are national treasures, are being sold for money! She was so poor that the Tsarina herself began to make magic weapons and magic scrolls to sell to the imperial electors!

If we can take over these engineers, workers and scholars, future industrialization can avoid many detours, and we can quickly obtain a high-quality population, but their requirements are very low, such as bread and milk, higher wages and security. environment, they can be satisfied.

Ryan was moved: "What do you want to do?"

"I need you to canonize me as the envoy of Britannia, give me a small elite guard, a military fund, and the exclusive right to sell goods. I can do it, believe me." Beria repeated himself. requirements.

"Very good, I promise you, the decree will be issued after returning to China!" Ryan has already made up his mind.

Beria's body was shaking uncontrollably. The archer captain's hands were shaking slightly, suppressing his excitement. Beria took a big sip of kvass, and then whispered: "Your Majesty, the Tsarist Family Rules Keith Loew has been here for so long that everyone has forgotten that it was once the land of the Ugor people."

"Huh?!" Ryan opened his eyes wide.

"The Bear God should give Kislev a tsar with a humble background, and a commander like Boris who can command the three armies! Kislev needs..."

"Is your kvass really just a soft drink? Why do I feel a little drunk? I didn't drink too much." Ryan said lightly: "Sorry, I was a little dizzy just now and didn't hear clearly. Can you say it again?"

"Oh, no, it's nothing, it's not important." Beria understood immediately. He smiled sarcastically, bowed his head respectfully, and then exited the room: "Sorry to bother you."

When Beria went out, Olica said sarcastically: "If you don't look at his appearance, Master, I think he is more like an ambitious Druchi noble."

"A dog, a dog that can bite, if used well, maybe it will really work."