"Sorry, sorry, I'm thinking about it again, talking to myself."

The voice of His Royal Highness Roland pulled Weissen back from the memory, making him stop thinking about the battle mission that Hong Fenglin didn't know whether it was a success or a failure.

"Where? How could it be!

If your majesty's imagination is random, then there will be no foreseeing anymore. "

Being respected by Weissen, His Highness Roland seemed to think of something, but became lost.

"But what's the use for me to say? What's the use for me to know? I just created this room full of manuscript paper.

Things in the future still have to come step by step..."

Sitting on the chair again, His Royal Highness Roland recorded the thoughts about the absence of nobles. This was inspiration after all.

The veteran Wiesen stepped forward and asked with concern:

"His Royal Highness, is there anything holding you up?"

Whenever encountering a problem for a long time without margin, His Royal Highness will be so lost.

Without intending to hide from this veteran who had been with him for ten years, Roland asked:

"Yeah, I found something desperate... How many people do you think we need to expand the professional army to capture [Anubis]?"

Wiesen thought about the size of the Anubis enemy's position and the number of people who could live around the ancient gate, and replied:

"For a strong attack, ten times, two thousand professionals are needed, but we have changed the abandonment of strong attack to..."

"The answer is wrong."

"Ugh?"

"The answer to this question is-unknown!

It may be the minimum, that is, the two thousand people you mentioned, or it may be that no matter how many professionals are, it can't be captured. "

"……Oh I got it."

Wiesen instantly wanted to understand where his thoughts were missing.

"How many people are there on the other side of the door? We don't know the number. Let's assume it is the same as our country? Based on the quality of their marching food, it is absolutely impossible that the population is smaller than ours.

Since the population is not smaller than ours, their army numbers may be the same as ours.

One hundred twenty thousand, Wulun has these, but the limit of the number of conscription will definitely have these.

Next is the weapon..."

Roland took out a blocking rifle used by the field soldier's secondary weapon from under the table, and then took out another exactly the same.

"I have studied these weapons. They are complicated in structure. They are grooves and long holes drilled out, but they are not impossible to imitate.

The principle of the attack is also very simple, that is, the hammer ignites the huǒyào of the projectile and expands to launch the warhead.

It's just that the spring in it can only barely complete a spring of the same quality in the magician's laboratory.

And as this small projectile that mainly produces damage...our output is absolutely not enough for consumption.

But... the reason why the man in green is strong is because each of these things has more than one hand, and there are various kinds from big to small.

The projectiles are not used up and poured out.

And the most terrifying thing is...These weapons are exactly the same size as the same type hào! "

Wiesen is a little puzzled, is there exactly the same problem? The empire’s standard weapons are the same?

"No! It's not exactly the same in that style, I said it's the size! These grooves, these patterns, these round holes... Each one is not bad at all!

Even these projectiles as consumables are! "

Having said this, Roland's eyes flashed with the light of desire for discovery.

And Wiesen was shocked by this fact:

"This is impossible! Are their craftsmen gods?"

If two or three are understandable, just fine grinding. But it is impossible for the whole army to be the same, and bullets are even more fantastic.

"Maybe it's not a weapon made by a craftsman?"

It has been two months since he got these weapons, and Roland had already had an eyebrow, but this eyebrow was the culprit that bothered him:

"Do you remember the waterwheel loom I made?"

"Of course, things that increase the production of cotton by dozens of times are also one of the sources of income on our accounts."

"If it's a machine driven by a waterwheel, does it make the same actions every time? It's a dead thing after all."

"...What does your highness mean?"

"They have knowledge in machinery that is many times higher than us. They can use some unknown machinery to produce weapon parts, and then their craftsmen...no, even the craftsmen don’t need them. Let the workers put these parts together. Together... the weapon is just that.

The gears rotate day and night, the flames of coal burn day and night, and then the metal raw materials enter the machine. When it comes out of the machine, it is already a weapon..."

Roland's eyes showed a look of yearning, but it soon dimmed.

"If this is the case, it also shows that this kind of weapon is cheap to make, and things with more output are cheaper. They will have as many weapons as they have soldiers!

Weapons and equipment may be more than population...

On the one hand, we can only use one in a million strong, holding expensive magic equipment against the enemy's ordinary army and cheap weapons.

This battle cannot be fought! Without the help of gods, the final result is only loss.

No, it should be said whether you can hold on to the scale of a war before you lose. "

On the one hand, there are countries that are still worrying about insufficient productivity because of the lack of equipment {magic equipment} for soldiers {professionals}. On the other, there are countries where the number of weapons and equipment that should be used is good, and the number of people who have room for improvement in logistics is unknown.

What is it like?

Roland could already foresee his failure.

This was just a little bit of understanding of the opponent, and he foreseen the strength of the opponent and his own weakness through the tube.

This is also why smart people rarely go desperately, right?

"Are we...really hopeless?"

Wiesen is very unwilling~lightnovelpub.net~ Is this just over and it has just started?

And compared to himself, he was even more unwilling for His Royal Highness Roland. Had he ascended the throne earlier, His Highness Roland would definitely not recklessly send troops to the unknown world.

However, the empire that His Royal Highness was supposed to have is now buried in the hands of his father's generation.

"It's not impossible... It's just that there are a lot of uncontrollable elements."

Roland thoughtfully said:

"The magician you met last in Fenglin, the terrifying magician who can make all of you unable to stand up with coercion...If you want such a powerful person who can't see the upper limit to help, Maybe I can beat them back, maybe I can close the intersection..."

"You are looking for the right person! I can really help you..."

An excited strange voice did not know where it was inserted into the conversation between the two of them, and this voice Weisen was somewhat familiar...