Munitions Empire-Chapter 892 - The Spread of Weapon 815

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Chapter 892: The Spread of Weapon 815 Chapter 892: The Spread of Weapon 815 Great Tang’s aircraft weren’t easy to buy, and Qin Country indeed hoped to purchase some to establish its own Air Force.

However, Qin Country’s industrial system was not strong; they could buy some aircraft, but imitation and maintenance were problems.

Previously, the Shireck Consortium had been helping Qin Country build its Air Force, but the entire project was suddenly halted after Great Tang achieved victory over the Dahua Empire.

The airfield construction was left half-finished, turning into wasteland; the control towers didn’t even have glass installed, and no aircraft were delivered for assembly.

In fact, after seeing the power of Great Tang’s formidable Air Force, Qin Country no longer fancied the biplane fighters that Shireck could provide.

Those damn things were only good for sending pilots to their deaths, useless against Great Tang’s aircraft. Even the Dahua Empire’s domestically developed Dahua Model 1 Fighter Jet outperformed the Shireck Model 1 Fighter Jet.

“These will be deducted from the aid funds, ten Camel Observation Planes,” Zhou Huaiyuan thought that such aid could effectively help the Qin Army grasp the movements of the Beastmen, a relatively cost-effective investment.

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But at the mere mention of Camel aircraft, the Qin Army’s generals immediately shook their heads like rattle drums: “We really don’t need Camel Fighter Jets, we truly don’t.”

It was a joke, they had already seen the Camel Fighter Jets from the Dahua Empire; frankly speaking, those things were even worse than the Shireck Model 1 Fighter Jets, completely useless.

If necessary, buying second-hand Camel Fighter Jets from the Dahua Empire would be much cheaper than obtaining the same fighter jets from Great Tang.

“But,” the Qin generals said in refusal to Zhou Huaiyuan’s kind offer, and then continued, “we hope to send some trainees to your country to learn advanced aircraft piloting techniques.”

“That won’t be a problem. Cooperation between our two countries permits the exchange of trainees,” Zhou Huaiyuan, realizing the other party was not easy to deceive, gave up any deceptive intent and nodded in agreement to their request.

After all, sticking a bunch of students into a civilian flight training school was no issue; they’d only learn to fly C-47s or DC-3s, no big secret.

Even sending pilots to Dragon Island to learn real Fighter Jet piloting skills was actually okay: no matter how skilled, piloting an I-16 Fighter Jet was unlikely to trouble a Great Tang Empire’s Butcher Fighter Jet.

“The first batch of captured Beastmen is already en route to your country, and we hope our cooperation will continue indefinitely,” the Qin general said with a smile, making a welcoming gesture: “For tonight’s banquet, we have prepared desert lizard for General Zhou. Its soup is quite a delicacy.”

“My mouth is watering already,” Zhou Huaiyuan also gestured invitingly, and the two men made their way to the tower at the end of the city wall.

The sandstorm was still fierce, beating against the sturdy walls with a series of sounds.

Inside the Great Tang Empire’s intelligence department, several staff members were categorizing intelligence gathered from around the world. Their work was complicated and allowed for no mistakes.

Much of the intelligence would be buried amid seemingly insignificant news, and only through careful classification could those who utilized the information obtain what they sought for their tasks.

“The Shireck Consortium is selling their shipyards, many shipyards on the Western Continent have already been sold to the Empires where they are located,” after reviewing the message, a female employee proficiently placed the document into the Shireck Type-2 drawer.

“Some Beastmen are trying to purchase Shireck Model 1 rifles in large quantities; they seem to have obtained about 30,000 rifles,” another employee briskly delivered the document to the corresponding Beastmen Type-1 drawer.

“Leines I held a selection of concubines yesterday, taking three more wives, strengthening ties with the Poplar Empire through marriage alliances,” yet another employee passed the information to a colleague, who took the intelligence to the Laines Empire category drawer, filing it in the Type-2 drawer.

As they tirelessly classified these documents, two men pushed in a large box of new intelligence, stacking it in the corner next to other boxes, then swiftly left the room.

Rubbing his sore shoulders and without time to complain, the official responsible for organizing the documents sighed and once again began to diligently sort through them.

“There is no such thing as strategizing from behind the scenes, deciding the outcome of battles from afar. Any analysis is built upon a complex and effective intelligence network; if this foundation is unstable, the entire structure can collapse in an instant.

If there were advisors who, with a flick of their feather fan, can confidently declare ‘I am certain this person will definitely do so and so,’ then they are either immortals or charlatans.

In reality, intelligence work is incredibly tedious and dull, mostly involving the stacking and summarization of data, with not a hint of any fantastical operations.

Those scenes that appear only in TV dramas, where an undercover agent steals some classified documents from a crucial department, and then after a life-threatening journey delivers them to the hands of allies, hardly ever exist in real espionage work.

The reason is quite simple: the intelligence you’ve gone through great pains to deliver is a solitary piece of evidence; no one can be certain whether it’s bait or the real deal.

Thus, stories where intercepting a single enemy telegram or acquiring a photograph becomes the key to turning the tide in battle are nothing but light-hearted fiction that avoids the hard truths.

In most cases, real intelligence work is about validation and aggregation: I’ve obtained some information in advance and know you might have several options. Then, through investigative verification, I confirm your actions, which improves our side’s response time—if all this is carried out completely, it’s already a very successful case of intelligence warfare.”

In another department, the intelligence unit investigating Shireck’s movements was in a meeting, Bai Fei sat at his seat, absentmindedly fidgeting with his pen.

They already knew that Shireck was trying to save themselves: without having received a clear response of forgiveness from the Great Tang Group, Shireck had begun to do some things they had previously deemed beneath them.

First of all, they discovered a major customer they had previously overlooked: Orcs had always been regarded as barbarians by humans and elves and excluded from the mainstream world.

Now the desperate Shireck Consortium seemed to have lifted restrictions on selling weapons to orcs: a large number of Shireck rifles and old model cannons were flowing into the orc world, with specific amounts still being tallied.

“They are liquidating assets, selling off shipyards… These are a few of their profitable projects, which are now being sold to various empires,” Li’ao sat at the head of the table, looking at the representatives from the military, along with several officials from the domestic affairs department, and said.

“We did not anticipate that they would be driven to desperate measures, and due to the massive influx and outflow of capital, we are now unable to accurately monitor the flow of Shireck’s funds,” an official explained gloomily, “Previously, we estimated that about tens of millions of Gold Coins were unaccounted for, but now this number might have to be increased to between 200 million and 300 million.”

“We once suspected that Sofia did not commit suicide, so we have always been trying to monitor the funds that Shireck had made disappear. But now it seems, these efforts have almost been wasted,” the financial expert of the intelligence department seated next to Bai Fei added.

Bai Fei’s fingers stopped fidgeting with the pen, and he said, “The military’s intelligence department is concerned that the large influx of arms into the orc world will affect the security environment in the southern part of Chu Country. If there is a problem there, our country’s oil projects in Chu Country could be affected.”

“Energy security cannot be taken lightly. Lord Harry has already restarted negotiations with the Shireck Consortium, striving to stabilize them first… Our side must not let up either,” Li’ao spoke up with a slightly hoarse voice to conclude.

“Another issue on the agenda is about establishing an intelligence relay station in Fengjiang…” Flipping the document to another page, Li’ao moved on to a different topic: “The rebuilding plan is already underway, and our three intelligence agencies will each need to plant their own people there.”

“In order to coordinate between departments and ensure security, as per the usual rules… a verification password must be set, and we will activate Security Protocol Number Nine… Any objections?” After asking the question, he scanned the room, looking at the officials present.

“No objections,” shook a few officials from the domestic affairs department; they were here to cooperate. If there were anything to dispute, it wouldn’t be them, the small fry, who would step up.

Bai Fei also knew he was just there to pick up the policy to report back; the military’s intelligence department was already more focused on military-related intelligence analysis and wouldn’t oppose such matters.

So he promptly spoke up, “The military intelligence department has no objections either; activating Security Protocol Number Nine is completely unproblematic.”

“Let’s leave it at that for now! I will submit a report to Your Majesty after I return, the meeting is adjourned,” Li’ao stood up, everyone else began to organize their materials and notes in front of them, and the room suddenly started bustling.

Many people were discussing the matter of the Beastmen purchasing weapons from Shireck. They were speculating about the Beastmen’s sources of funds, and some were seriously throwing around terms like ‘gem mines’ and ‘treasures.’

This chapt𝒆r is updated by frёewebηovel.cѳm.

That’s right, the lands occupied by the Beastmen might indeed be impoverished, but they did have some output: multicolored gems were actually one of them. These things might not have much value in themselves, but they are greatly favored by the nobility, making many women go crazy for them…

That’s right, the lands occupied by the Beastmen might indeed be impoverished, but they did have some output: multicolored gems were actually one of them. These things might not have much value in themselves, but they are greatly favored by the nobility, making many women go crazy for them… making many women go crazy for them…”