Chapter 657: Why not build the kingdom of heaven

  Chapter 657 Why not build the kingdom of heaven

"Although there are many loopholes, as long as this news is released, no matter whether other mountain people believe it or not, they will know that I have dragon organs-in this way, my identity as a white citizen and an imperial person will be diluted. Anyone who accuses me of being an outsider must consider a possibility."

   "That is, what if my ancestors really have even a trace of mountain blood?"

Sitting on the chair at the conference table, Ian calmly explained his plan to his partners: "Actually, it is impossible for them to be separated—the mountain people sound nice, but they are actually a group of people of gold and people of iron. There are also a small number of red people and white people, even demi-humans, they are essentially a group of human beings whose ancestors have the protection of the dragon god, and there is no blood relationship difference from the imperial people."

   "It's better to say that with dragon blood, I am closer to the 'Dragon God' than they are... All the mountain people know this, so they will not question it, at least they will not insist on refuting my statement."

   Not many people came to the conference hall to discuss, and there were still three people, Scott Qingchao and Adbert. For a long time to come, there will only be these four people in the conference room.

  Two days after the victory, the post-war preparations were over, and everyone began to discuss the future development direction and strategy of the territory in a real sense.

"so."

  Adbert is a real good baby, he didn't understand the situation a bit: "Ian, you really have dragon's blood... How can you be sure that this dragon's blood doesn't come from the Dragon God?"

Good question, if Ian didn't know how his ether crystal arm appeared, he probably wouldn't be able to prove that he is not the heir of the Dragon God. The question of Yadebert is simply the essence, and everyone else is wondering how Ian can prove himself He is the heir of the Dragon God, but he found another way, and in turn asked Ian why he was not.

   Yeah, does anyone else have evidence?

   The answer is neither.

   "Then I am."

  Although he complained in his heart, Ian didn't show any flaws on the surface: "Anyway, bloodlines are not valuable, and what is really valuable is sublimated bloodlines—but don't I already have that thing? So it's a trivial matter."

   "Scott, you arrange some people to hire bards and ask them to write some poems praising my victory over the mountain people. Remember to emphasize the part that I have dragon blood."

After ordering the propaganda work, Ian knocked on the table: "Although it is basically impossible for the enemy to attack us before next spring, as long as the war between Flameland and the Empire does not end, Nanling will always be threatened. New Troop training should be put on the agenda."

   "We must summarize the lessons learned from this battle to prepare for the future education of new troops... In the final analysis, battles are fought by people."

   "Yes." Qing Chao nodded earnestly, but his words were as simple as a primary school student: "After all, weapons also need people to operate - no matter how good the weapons and equipment are, the people are not good. Aren't those mountain people a typical example?"

   "Besides, if the psychological quality is not good, people will easily be frightened...Boss, can you provide more fear potions? I feel that as long as more potions are used, people can be trained to be fearless, and they can fight any battle!"

  "...Before you become a commander, I will definitely educate you to at least have a doctorate degree. I promise, otherwise it will be too shameful."

Ian was almost choked by Qing Chao and couldn't speak, and he couldn't say what Qing Chao said was wrong, but all the thoughts and feelings of the other party were very plain: "I want a professional soldier with brains and wisdom, not what you say A lunatic who has no brains or even knows how to rely on his muscles, and it’s fine when he meets a weak enemy, but doesn’t he collapse at the touch of a strong enemy?”

   "I've already learned how to read..." Qing Chao leaned back aggrieved, and slumped on the chair.

"I understand."

   And Adbert seemed to understand what Ian meant: "Indeed, many militiamen don't pay attention to tactical angles at all. If it weren't for the mountain people and their inexperience, if they show their heads a little, they will be concentrated by the enemy's firepower."

   "The combat experience in this area really needs to be passed on, so that many people will die less."

   And Scott was thoughtful, and said seriously: "I understand, what you mean, my lord, we want to build a special training program for soldiers and even officers."

"Qingchao and Mr. Guying are both right - we must ensure the basic quality of our soldiers and avoid the phenomenon of timidity and refusal to fight... This time when I was commanding, I discovered that some troops in the front position fired artillery at the enemy. At that time, they had already started to flee in fear, and if the mountain people's troops really came to attack the position, they would definitely run away directly."

   "It is precisely because I noticed this point that I think they have no ability to go out of the city to fight offensively, so I have been asking to defend the city."

Speaking of this, he, who has the most command experience in the world, can't help but feel a little emotional: "When I was in Harrison Port, when I commanded the **** to fight with the natives, I discovered that some people dared to attack their own people rather than attack the enemy. Who is in danger? He will attack whoever prevents him from escaping."

"Of course, this kind of people die faster. The real problem is those who are unorganized, undisciplined, and smart - they will think they have found a suitable time, and then blindly start a war, blindly disturb the target, and attack when they should not attack. Attacking, concentrating fire into refueling, ambushes into encounters, and even surrounded by people...Because of this kind of person, several carefully prepared tactics are instantly destroyed!"

   "There is even a kind of people who think that everyone will take their credit, so they conceal important information and don't report it, delaying the war opportunity out of thin air—it sounds unbelievable, but there are really a lot of them!"

   "But because of the recruitment system, we can't guarantee the quality of the soldiers. At least these people dare to fight anyway, and there is no choice at all!"

   Speaking of this, Scott, a good-tempered person, gritted his teeth: "Of course, there is also the most terrifying kind of people—they are really stupid, so they don't understand our tactical arrangements at all!"

   "It can be cured in the front, but it really can't be cured in the back!"

  Everyone turned their attention to Qing Chao, making the sea-born swordsman sit up straight uncomfortably: "What? What am I doing? I really haven't thought about it so much, but I can still understand the tactics, okay?"

   "It's okay." Ian comforted: "You are a genius, I can be sure."

Scott summed it up very well. Soldiers who have not undergone professional training have a lot of problems. The above-mentioned things are actually not bad. There are many real prostitutes and soldiers in Terra. The existence of the troops must be eliminated.

   "Find some experienced people from the mercenaries, appoint them as instructors, summarize their experience, and compile it into a book."

Ian summarized all the suggestions given by everyone and refined them into a general outline, even including what Qing Chao said—the other party was indeed right, but the advice he gave later was too outrageous: "To be honest, the instructor is not difficult. Look, the mercenaries from Harrison Port all have more than fifteen years of combat experience, and each of them has a lot of things to teach, as long as they pay enough money, they don't mind imparting this experience."

   "What is lacking in the territory now are those 'civilian staff'...for example, tax officials and managers of each plantation."

"what."

  Hearing this, Scott's heart moved. He understood the implication of Ian's words: "Could it be that, my lord, you want to clear all the tax collectors from the time of Baron Ryan..."

The tax official is not a petty official on Terra, basically he can be said to be the lord's confidant, and he is basically unworthy of being a lord without any status. stewards and tax collectors.

"of course."

Ian's tone was flat, as if he was not talking about deciding whether to leave dozens of important positions: "These tax officials are wrongly connected, and each of them is inserted by some powerful families and big shots in Lai'an Territory. Tax evasion and tax evasion are the norm, and even territorial assets are often embezzled.”

   "Baron Ryan doesn't care about these things himself, as long as no one interferes with his resurrection experiment, but I am different. What I want to do requires a lot of money, and the taxation must be clear and reliable. This situation must be eradicated."

  Contrary to what Flameland estimated, Ian might quickly conscript troops and arm a group of nearly a thousand elite militiamen with captured weapons and equipment. Ian is not in a hurry to expand the army.

His idea, at most, is to retrain the existing more than 200 militiamen and 80 mercenaries, recruit an additional reserve team of 200 people, and maintain the size of a brigade (500 people), but this brigade must be To order and prohibit, elite enough to be able to carry out various tactical missions.

   All financial priorities.

After losing its lord, Laian Territory was occupied by the mountain people. Now the finances are extremely chaotic, and the tax has not been collected for a long time. Ian's next agricultural reform and the development of the alchemy industry will also require a lot of Thaler. Financial issues are all subsequent developments. If you don’t close your pockets, it’s impossible to develop the territory entirely with Ian’s research funds alone, right?

  Lian City is such a good place, it should be Ian's help, not Ian's own blood to make it move forward slowly.

"First solve the financial problems in terms of taxation, then count the population, count the number of manors and plantations, and prepare for the next agricultural reform. Agricultural reform is the prelude to the development of the alchemy industry. We need a lot of raw materials and Thaler. The city of Laian originally The mainstay industry is alchemy raw materials, which can be self-produced and sold, and only by laying a solid foundation can we make great strides forward."

Ian said it very clearly, and everyone present could understand his thinking: "In addition to raw materials, the problem of the alchemy industry mainly lies in energy. In this regard, I will chat with Guying later. The magnetic storm system requires a lot of energy to develop, and it can also be regarded as a side-strengthening defense of the territory."

   "Then, the most important thing is education. Start with adult technical education, and slowly transition to compulsory education for all."

   "I seem to have heard of it?"

  Adbert felt that this term was very familiar, and he said subconsciously: "Isn't that the policy of the late emperor and His Majesty now? I remember that the result seems to be not very good..."

  “The first emperor didn’t understand education at all. In other words, he understood, but the era he lived in didn’t allow it.”

Ian said without hesitation: "Compulsory compulsory education for all employees should be the last step. Before this step, we must first let the people in the territory have enough to eat, and do not need the labor of children—this is the point of Laian City. The conditions are very good and rich enough, so the literacy rate here is high, but not necessarily in other towns in the territory, so we need to count the population of the entire territory, determine the situation in the territory, and formulate policies."

   “Before compulsory education for all employees, we must first set up adult technical education—this education must be closely related to the next agricultural reform, and those who will participate in adult technical training in the future will be given priority.”

   "This is to ensure that 'the educated have a stable upward channel'. It takes time to read and learn knowledge, and we must ensure that the 'price' they spend has a corresponding 'return'."

   "We must let the people taste the sweetness, and they will be willing to invest in us the most important asset of 'children', so that we can forge the road to the future."

  Ian's tone was calm, but his words were cold and even ruthless: "Uneducated citizens are just tools, they will only be at the mercy of a lord like me, and they can't recognize their own destiny at all."

    “What we need is a real ‘insider’—a ‘person’ who can understand my ideas, my policies, and even if they don’t support them, they also know why I made the decisions I made.”

  "Only this kind of person has the power to make a system and an order move forward."

  Everyone was silent.

  Everyone, including Adalbert, suddenly discovered something at this moment.

  —They seem to have no idea what Ian is going to do.

  Why is Ian so determined to go out and travel to the imperial capital?

  Why did Ian resolutely return to Nanling after he had been to the imperial capital and seen a bigger world?

  Why did he seem to have made all the plans from the beginning, and only waited until he actually had another territory before starting to practice?

  And he worked so hard, planned so hard...for what?

money? not like.

strength? Wouldn't it be better to stay in the imperial capital, or follow the Ellen family or the second prince?

   Power is the same, this is actually the same thing as the former.

   “…Ian.”

   Swallowed, the voice of the dead king was even a little trembling: "What do you want to do? A lord doesn't need to do so many things... You are just like..."

   It’s just like the Duke Sorin who created hell...

  The white-haired boy turned his head, looked at Adalbert, and smiled.

"There are too many hells in this world, and I don't want to get along with them." Ian said calmly: "Guying, you and I have seen several hells—even the **** is right beside us, where it is dark and bleak, hot and terrifying, Neither the sun nor the stars."

   "Don't talk about that."

He turned his head and looked at the silent blue-haired swordsman: "Qingchao, you too—do you support Jingsongya's policy? Do you think that what happened to your father and other Jingsongya veterans Is it reasonable? That kind of thing doesn't happen in the order I want to build."

   "Of course not." Qingchao muttered: "So I want to be a big shot, or follow a big shot, at least it's fair to say... Well, maybe it's not fair."

Ian chuckled, and he looked at the people of iron: "And Scott, you are an ordinary person, so you understand how difficult it is for an ordinary person to become the person you are now, isn't it? If I don't exist , would you wish your children to live in such a world if I hadn't guided you?"

   "No..." Iron Man muttered to himself: "Yeah...I really don't want to spend my whole life in Port Harrison, living without hope..."

   "In that case."

  The dead king staring at the young man saw that in those blue pupils, a bright fire was ignited, which originated from the brilliance of the deepest part of the soul.

   Those are blue stars, a pair of blue suns... slowly oscillating heart light body, with fiery desire.

   It's taking shape... leading people to look into the future.

  A higher vision leads to the shaping of dreams.

  In reality, Ian calmly said: "Why don't we build a kingdom of heaven?"

   "Anyway, in this world, many things are already so bad, why not give it a try?"

  (end of this chapter)