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Military... military factory?

She's going to move an entire munitions factory?

From Clovis City to... Beluga Harbor? !

Hearing the girl's answer, the shocked Erich was dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning in the head, and froze on the chair as if he had lost his mind.

Sophia, who raised the corners of her mouth, covered her smile with a light expression and a coffee cup. She was very satisfied with the other party's reaction:

"How, do you have confidence?"

Faith...what faith, conjuring?

Did this eldest miss make a mistake? Did she think that a military factory could be like her clothes and jewelry, stuffed into some delicate and lovely leather bag or suitcase and dragged away?

It was a military factory, with countless equipment, workshops, warehouses, reinforced concrete structures, consuming steel and coal all day long, smoking black smoke, and producing rifles, cannons, lead bullets, gunpowder and explosives!

The frightened Erich took half a minute to recover. He thought for a while, and then asked in a very uncertain tone:

"Dear Sophia Franz Jr. Governor Governor, do you, do you know what size a standard munitions factory is...? Or maybe I misunderstood your idea, just want to use a certain weapon, or everything is more important equipment smuggled from Clovis City to Moby Dick?"

Erich, who was holding back his shock, tried to squeeze a smile on his stiff face, racking his brains to make his words sound more euphemistic.

Looking at the sincere expression of the other party, Sophia's mouth curled slightly, and she gently put down the coffee cup:

"That's it, I understand."

"Um?"

Erich, who was laughing, was taken aback... Understand what?

"Your Excellency Erich, it seems that in your eyes, my colonial governor is just a vase with a false name and no knowledge of worldly affairs." Sophia smiled, but her voice gradually became cold:

"Since it's just a vase, it's reasonable to know nothing about such a complex and large-scale organization as a military factory...Is it?"

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

Immediately aware of the danger, Erich immediately denied it, and shook his head frantically as if desperate: "I am absolutely, absolutely absolutely, right, right... not like this... like this..."

"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 family-related business investments. I have seen countless types of industries...textiles, cement, railways, and of course military factories."

"Not only did I have a very good understanding of how the military factory works, I even visited many factories, and I know very well how workers turn a pile of parts into a killing weapon on the assembly line - if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, Fran How could the Z family invest heavily in the Leopold Arms Factory to compete with Leiden, which has a large royal sponsorship?"

"So you don't have to worry about this, just answer my question as it is: If you were to move an arms factory from Clovis to Beluga, how sure would you be of success?"

How confident are you...

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

"There is no doubt that the factory does not need to be moved, but whether the assembly line or the completed boxes of weapons and ammunition need to rely on trains to transport - to be on the safe side, I think it is best to control the scale of the factory to be transported, control To the extent that a train can fit it perfectly."

"Um...you're right."

Sophia nodded slightly... Indeed, inexplicable loss and theft often occur in places like arms factories, which are very easy to arouse the vigilance of others; on the contrary, it is safer to evacuate directly.

Her solemn expression instead frightened Erich. She originally hoped to make this eldest young lady retreat in spite of the difficulties. Why does it seem that her suggestion has become a guiding light for the success of the plan? !

But since she has spoken, it means that there is no way out; although she has the Rune family behind her, it does not mean that Miss Franz is a character who can "offend a little".

"Since the launch is all the wagons of a train, large military factories with more than 10,000 people can be ignored directly; small and medium-sized military factories should be considered." Sophia said thoughtfully:

"It's best to have a military factory that can produce artillery and shells on its own, and the quality is relatively guaranteed."

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

"When I came back, the rifle workshop in Ice Dragon Fjord was able to produce Leiden rifles and general-purpose lead bullets by itself, but the gap in artillery was serious."

"The Leiden rifle... that kind of weapon is difficult to gain an advantage in a head-on battle with the Empire. Leopold is better."

"But as a rear-loading rifle, the Leopold consumes almost five times more ammunition than the Leiden and does less than twice as much damage - proven on the Western Front."

"This is because those idiots are reluctant to give up ammunition, even the soldiers' monthly shooting training can be saved! My brother Ludwig and I have complained countless times that the stingy logistics and even the regular monthly supply of ammunition are not enough. ."

"When it comes to logistics, the terrain of the new world puts pressure on logistics..."

"It's true... do you think the artillery or the rifle is more important to the Storm Legion?"

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

"Yeah, that guy definitely prefers infantry, so we have to figure out a way to get him an extra line of rifles?"

"Yeah...no, it's better that the artillery should not be pulled down. So far, there is no military factory in the New World that can produce artillery - if they can also be called a military factory."

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

"Or...should it be both?"

"Makes sense!"

The two of you talked to each other, as if discussing the fabric, button, texture, and color matching of the dress in a clothing store, discussing which military factory near Clovis City would be more suitable for them to rob.

Erich also showed his professionalism as a representative of an arms dealer, and seriously argued with Sophia which arms factory is more cost-effective and less likely to be detected; but in this regard, it is obvious that it can only be regarded as a "slight understanding". The girl who only cares about how many things can be transported and the quality of the products.

"Okay, I admit that the rifles produced by your August military factory are of good quality, and grenades are said to have a certain reputation; but you have no experience in making artillery, especially convenient field guns, infantry guns, not to mention large artillery. already."

Wei Wei rubbed her temples vigorously, and the girl raised her hand to interrupt the conversation; the discussion continued for an hour without interruption, although she was experienced and a little bit overwhelmed:

"All in all, we have an agreement on the size of the arms factory."

"Yes, if you insist."

Erich's voice was slightly hoarse, and with a dry mouth, he glanced at the coffee cup beside him, but he didn't dare to move the other party without raising the cup.

"Next is the problem of handling." Sophia breathed a sigh of relief:

"The train problem can be solved by me - of course, this is still a large-scale arms purchase by your side in name, I will let Mrs. Katarina reduce all kinds of spot checks and inspections, but you must do the rest. responsible."

"As for the factory itself, to pack and transport the entire factory at one time, it is necessary to mobilize a large number of skilled workers to move and transport equipment, and to ensure that there will be no traffic jams around that day, and appropriate camouflage is also necessary..."

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

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

"Which one?" Sophia looked suspicious:

"I thought we had a deal?"

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

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

Sophia, who had seen similar expressions on countless people, sneered inwardly when she saw his suspicious appearance but pretended to "trust" herself; these men...as long as they didn't show their absolute strength, they would never believe.

So she smiled slightly: "Alright, so be it."

After speaking, 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 lovely figure wearing a half-top hat and a man's tuxedo appeared outside the door.

"Miss, what are your orders?"

"It's nothing, help me run a long way." Sophia said with a smile:

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

The southern suburbs... The little maid's eyes turned "Bling" a few times: "Is it the factory of Mr. Homer, the one authorized by Leopold?"

"After negotiating with several banks, I will insure old Homer as an 'anonymous sponsor' - if, I said, if there is any 'accident' in this military factory, the loss will be paid in full by the insurance money." The girl Eyes flow:

"Let them give an estimate in one day, complete the insurance work in one day, and I will see the policy issued by them before I go to the club on the weekend, okay?"

"Well, Angelica thinks there is no problem." The little maid with her hands behind her waist shrugged.

"Then go." Sophia chuckled lightly:

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

"Yes, ma'am."

The little maid said briskly, and did not forget to bow and do a gentleman's salute before leaving.

Watching Angelica leave, Sophia turned around calmly, sat back in her place under the stunned Erich's gaze, and didn't forget to smile lightly: "Sorry, this is my little habit; Always think before you buy something.”

"Now that the target has been finalized, let's continue to discuss

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Beluga Harbor, Rune Mansion.

After three hours in a coma due to blood loss, Anson opened his eyes in the bedroom that had been temporarily converted into a ward;

There were also a pile of blood-stained cotton balls, hemostatic forceps, lancets, tweezers, suture needles and other medical instruments in the trolley next to the bed, plus opium tincture and alcohol bottles for labor pains, all arranged in different categories. neat and tidy.

"Oh, are you awake already?"

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

"Thank you for your excellent medical skills." Anson praised, his eyes couldn't help but glance at the pipe at the corner of the other's mouth.

Hmm, thanks for it by the way...otherwise I might have slept a little more.

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

Hank shook his head~www.wuxiaspot.com~ gently exhaled the smoke ring: "It may also be related to the wound itself. I have been a doctor for many years, and this is the first time I have seen such a strange gunshot wound; I always feel that there is something wrong with it. Right, but I can't tell."

There must be something wrong. This is what I "cut" from the wound on the attacker's neck and "pasted" it directly. There is no problem... An Sen, who complained in his heart, smiled slightly:

"Probably because I'm lucky?"

This is also a reminder that although [Wound Canvas] can be seamlessly connected, it will look very strange due to issues such as angle and depth; it is no problem to deceive ordinary people, but in the eyes of professionals, the flaws are obvious.

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

"Middle Fabien... The colonel is outside and has been waiting for more than an hour. Do you want him to come in?"

An Sen nodded slightly: "Then there is work."

Hank saluted silently and left the ward; a minute later, Fabian walked into the room with a heavy expression, and after closing the door, he stepped forward and said:

"The assassin who attacked you has confessed."

"Oh, so soon?"

Anson's expression was a little surprised. He was in a coma for three hours, and Fabian arrived almost an hour ago - so the assassin was all caught just after he was caught?

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

"What did he recruit?"

"Uh..." Fabian's expression suddenly froze, and it looked very unnatural:

"I have no idea."

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

"Who was in charge of the interrogation... ah, needless to say, I probably know."

Fabiano glanced deeply at the commander-in-chief who suddenly realized, and the two of them recited the same name in their hearts:

Talia August Rune.