Chapter 1004: The key

In short, he wants that new type of fighter, and even he has asked his staff to discuss the name of the new fighter.

He intends to choose a few good names that are as powerful as possible, and then present them to the emperor, so that the great emperor will personally name this brand-new super fighter of the Air Force!

"That's what the army guys said!" Castner said helplessly: "You have to understand your majesty! Everyone asks your majesty for money, and your majesty's money is not blown by the wind! If you print money, The function is printed at will, working overtime day and night to print money is not enough for you to spend!"

"How can the army's weapons and equipment have the high technical content of our air force?" Butoria said naturally, as if I was a first-class nation.

"Don't tell me, do you think that only your air force is experimenting with new fighters? The Army is also stepping up to improve the ultimate individual power armor... You must also know the technical content of that thing..." Castner Explained.

"Isn't that just a bigger puppet?" Butoria smiled, just as if I didn't believe it.

In fact, he also knows that the Army’s weapons have been updated very quickly recently, and the technical content of many new weapons and equipment is no longer inferior to his Air Force.

However, after all, "the first class" is used to it, and he and his air force are really not used to treating the army as a high-tech unit.

After all, how many years have passed since the first class of the Air Force, the second class of the Army, and the Navy are not human rules, and it has become an unwritten rule within the Ailan Hill military.

"If you talk like this, I'll see you off!" Castner turned his teacup and looked at Butoria half-smiling.

Butoria made a gesture of surrender: "Okay! I don't want to mess around!"

"Hey, I can tell you, the army is clamoring to improve the ultimate individual power armor, and the appetite is not small!" Castner pointed to an army proposal on the table, really indifferent.

Butoria poured himself a cup of bitter tea, which was considered a bargain for Castner. You know, no matter how much the Buddha is, Castner is also a member of the royal family of the Ailan Hill Empire that is too precious. The tea he drank is not what you can usually see on the market.

Watching Butorian cattle drink his precious bitter tea, Castner didn't hurt him either. Playing with the half cup of warm tea in front of him, waiting for Butoria's next words.

I didn’t let Castner wait for a long time. Almost immediately after Castner finished saying the words “Not a Small Appetite”, Butoria asked: “Then you always have to tell me how much money they asked for. Right?"

"40 billion! A lot of one point!" Kastner held up four fingers, his face was full of expressions: how much? Scared one...

"Are you kidding? They want you to give it?" Hearing this number, Butoria felt that his new fighter jet began to deform before his eyes.

The skin on its surface cracked and cracked, and then the skeleton inside was gradually pieced together into a human form... At the end of the nightmare, the new fighter completed its transformation, and a giant puppet slowly stood up.

He doesn't want any **** puppet! No **** ultimate personal power armor! What he wants is a new fighter! One super fighter that can kill a squadron of f-15 fighters!

"You really don't blame me for this, because General Lawnes of the Navy applied for a 20 billion shipbuilding plan a few days ago... The Army heard about it, so naturally it wouldn't let me go." Castner was innocent. Defended himself.

"Then... Why can the navy **** ask for 20 billion in grants?" Butoria asked after hearing the navy's application.

In his impression, the naval status has never been considered high. That is, in the last two years, the size of the Navy has also expanded, and its missions have also increased, and the status of Lawnes has only risen.

Unconsciously, the current navy already has dozens of aircraft carriers, hundreds of destroyers, dozens of battleships and hundreds of artillery cruisers.

On this scale, the fleet in the hands of Lawnes can destroy a country! The Marines can even abandon the army and start their own campaign-level operations!

"Oh... General Butoria... The navy can get 20 billion funding from me. Isn't it the fault of your air force's previous purchase plan?" Castner continued to explain.

He seemed to be digging a hole for Butoria. When he talked about this package plan of the Air Force, his face was full of gloat.

"..." Butoria just remembered. Just three months ago, he personally applied for a special weapons procurement package of 60 billion Ailan Hill for the Air Force.

The whole plan includes 100 b-52 modified bombers equipped with new equipment, refurbishment of 70 b-52 bombers, purchase of 120 f-15 fighter jets, and purchase of 40 a-10 attack aircraft...

Anyway, in order to buy these tatters... well, these are not tatters, but are also good things that the Air Force urgently needs... Anyway, for these weapons and equipment, Butoria did not spend less time.

Now Castner gave such an excuse, but Bottolia can only pinch his nose to recognize him, but there is no way. Recently the Air Force did apply for a large amount of gold coins in order to improve the Air Force’s strategic strike capabilities. .

The newly-purchased b-52 bomber has been produced in the workshop, and the F-15 fighter that was once a treasure in the hands of the Air Force is also under construction.

Why add the word once? Because now the treasure in the mind of the commander-in-chief of the air force has almost been replaced by a "new fighter.

"You'd better wait..." Kastner said, seeing Bottolia a little bit unbearable to leave.

"What are you waiting for? The pilots on the front line are bleeding! Sacrificing!" Bottolia emphasized.

"Don't make a fuss... You only have 3 planes shot down this month! And they were all attack planes, which were sneaked down by magic on the ground..." Castner said.

To be honest, the Air Force of the Ailan Hill Empire has already led their opponents too much, so there is really no urgent need for new weapons.

As early as two or three years ago, the test flight of the f-15 fighter was just completed, and when preparing to equip the troops on a large scale, Chris had already ordered people to send the relevant technology and some drawings of the f-22 to the relevant design department.

However, because the enemy's combat effectiveness of the Air Force is getting weaker and weaker, the F-22 project was cancelled. Until today, after the new fighter jets have slaughtered the entire imaginary enemy squadron, the topic of Air Force weapon update has once again seen a trend.

The enemy is too weak and often allows the Air Force to end the campaign with a proud record of zero casualties. Therefore, the high-level investment in the Air Force has gradually become stingy.

After all, the opponent only has a tricycle, and the Ailan Hill Air Force has already drove the Wuling sacred car... At this time, crying and shouting to use Lamborghini to compete with the opponent's tricycle, the senior management is definitely not willing to pay.

"Then if you use a new plane... won't you lose even one?" Bottolia found that his tea cup was empty and didn't bother to pour it again, and continued.

"You just want to ask for a plane... where's the pilot? Where will the pilot come from?" Castner reminded.

"Our air force still lacks pilots?" Butoria was taken aback, and suddenly thought of something, but for a moment could not grasp what was going on.

Castner continued to remind him: "You have a lot of pilots, but what you need is a pilot like Weiss!"

"Wes..." Speaking of this name, Butoria suddenly realized that only then did he realize the crux of the problem.

As the commander-in-chief of the Air Force, it is impossible for Butoria to know every pilot under his command. But for this Wes, he still has an impression.

After all, among the pilots under his command, not many monsters have undergone physical strengthening experiments.

Watching Bottolia not speaking, Castner proudly flaunted his wisdom: "Look! Look! You finally want to understand the truth, right?"

He touched Butoria with his hand, and said: "You! First find a group of qualified pilots!"

"I see!" Bottolia was not hypocritical, stood up and saluted a military salute, then walked out of Castner's office with his hat in his hand.

Kastner rubbed the bridge of his nose, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself: "I really envy you, young man... that's great!"

Bottolia walked out of Kastner's office, squinted and looked up at the warm sun enhancement experiment in the sky... It's hard to find.

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"Sneez!" Sitting in a jeep, Burrison sneezed. He rubbed his nose and looked at the huge armored vehicles that were walking in the same direction as him.

He was ordered to end his vacation hastily, and then led the troops to move forward as planned.

He had only enjoyed 20 days of good life in Burkland, and his mission this time was also related to Burkland.

Just a few hours ago, he received an order from the regiment headquarters, ordering him and his troops to search and advance to the northeast to cover the Burklan Fortress to reach the designated location.

After receiving this order, Burrison immediately set off with his heavy armored grenadier battalion. There is no demolition team in Devildom. Where Burkeland goes, flattening a village or even a small town is actually as simple as a piece of cake.

"The tank unit is on our left... encountered the demon guard... the two sides are fighting fiercely." In the headset, a message from the regiment headquarters came.

"I want Yilian to support?" Burrison asked his head, holding the headset.

Inside the headset, the head of the group's voice was very simple: "Our task is to protect Burklan...send it to the designated location as soon as possible, don't have any extravagance."

"Okay! Listen to you, head." Burrison released the switch on the headset and made a gesture to move on to the advancing team.